Come to another world to be the devil

Chapter 162
Two years later, Earth.

In the Genji compound, next to the beautiful artificial lake in the north, there is a piece of green grass.A young man in the younger grade ran here panting, searching for something.

"MD, you can hide! I won't believe you are dead if I haven't seen the body for a day! One day I will find you, and this time I will give you a good time!"

Yuan Feixing roared hoarsely, while running to the other side, his eyes kept looking around, fearing that he might miss any hiding place.

This day was originally the day when Yuan Feiwu was shot down into the artificial lake by Yuan Feixing... But that smiling figure never appeared on the grass again.

Speaking of Yuan Feixing, Yuan Feiwu is the one who cares most about Yuan Feiwu. He hasn't given up looking for Yuan Feiwu for two whole years, and it seems that he doesn't want to give up in the future.

The cherry blossom forest, after losing the careful care of the owner, withered to the point where only the branches remained, it was so pitiful.

But this is the idea of ​​people who are used to seeing this cherry blossom forest. Cherry blossoms are not flowers that bloom all year round.

In the quaint small courtyard, Jing sat in a corner with a stubble on his face. He looked a little haggard, but he was in good spirits.

In front of him was a large easel, on which a huge oil painting was about to be completed, and he was concentrating on making the final touches.

He painted this painting for nearly two years.During the period, even the tasks of the three Patriarchs were all pushed back, and the three Patriarchs were allowed to jump in anger.

"Okay, it's done."

Jing put away his paintbrush, got up to relax his stiff body, stepped back a few steps, and carefully admired his works.

It was a boy lying on the ground sleeping soundly, his body curled up slightly, slender eyelashes, white nose, thin pink lips, short hair standing upright in disobedience, a few bangs added some warmth to him. Wan breath.

"Sure enough, you are still suitable for laughing." Jing laughed.

Back then, Jing threw his sadness, fear and anger into the country of Java long ago.

In the picture that Jing saw at the beginning, the young man did not show a smiling face in his deep sleep, but in Jing's painting, the young man smiled lightly, as if he was having a good dream.Perhaps Jing subconsciously poured her best wishes for him into the youth.

"Come on! Let Jing draw the works for two years, even I am interested!"

Before the people arrived, Cheng's loud voice came first.

Jing frowned, thinking that it might be too late to close the courtyard door, so he simply ignored it.

with a snap.

The paintbrush in Jing's hand snapped.

This will be his last work, and also the most satisfying one, and it is estimated that he will never be able to paint a work that surpasses it in the future.For him, whose perfectionism is deeply rooted in his bones, if he can't draw a better work, it is better not to draw, and he will simply close his pen.

Cheng just broke in when Jing was throwing the pen, and was shocked to see Jing throwing the pen.

"What are you painting? Why did you break your pen? No wonder you have to paint for two years!"

"I don't seem to have invited you over, I only invited Yuan Lao?" Jing Leng said coldly.

Jing's sarcastic remarks could no longer be listened to, his eyes were attracted by the huge canvas in the corner of the yard, where the lifelike young man seemed to be sleeping there.As if he was afraid of waking up the boy's sweet dreams, he walked softly and approached little by little.

It wasn't until he stood in front of the huge canvas that he was stunned for a while before he said: "Your paint is not good, the smell is really strong, look, your nose is sour after smelling it."

"Ah."

Hearing Cheng's choked up voice, Jing silently turned her face away, not wanting to expose this decent man.

Then at the heel of the city, Yuan Lao came in.

In the past two years, Yuan Lao has turned back to the Yuan Yuan that Jing is familiar with, the black-faced Hades with a serious and serious face.After walking into the yard, he greeted Jing Jianjian, and like Cheng, his eyes were immediately attracted by the huge canvas.

The slightly raised corner of the mouth was still caught by the sensitive Jing, as if he had returned to that day, the day when his little grandson ran to the door hopping, and he couldn't hold back his kind smile.

I don't know why, Jing now feels that this kind of Yuan Lao should be the familiar Yuan Lao, and only in this way should he be the familiar black-faced Hades.

What a contradiction.

"Well done, well worth two years."

Yuan Lao looked at it for a long time, but still refused to take his eyes off the canvas. He backed away a few steps and let Cheng support him to sit on the chair he brought.

"Of course it's a good painting, the pen broke him!"

Cheng quickly turned around to hold the saucer and tea, but Jing still saw his wet and red eyes at that moment.

"Can oil painting also break the pen?" Yuan Lao asked curiously.

"Don't listen to his nonsense, I broke it. Seal the pen."

"why?"

Not to mention Yuan Lao, even Cheng asked curiously.

"I feel that there is no way to draw a better work."

"What a pity."

Yuan Lao took a sip of Cheng's brewed tea. Yuan Lao, who usually has high requirements for tea, did not accuse Cheng of inattentively brewing a scented tea that was too bland this time.

"It's not a pity, there is a work that can make this life without regrets. As a painter, it can be said to be the happiest thing."

"What are you going to do with this painting?"

"It was framed and hung on the wall of the hall. It was originally drawn according to the size of the wall, and it just hung on one wall."

Yuan Lao just sighed slightly and said with a smile: "It seems that I will come to drink tea often."

"welcome any time."

"By the way, what about that guy Ying? Although he doesn't know much about art, you can ask him to come over and get a taste of our art!" Cheng suddenly said.

The mouth is a bit vicious, but Cheng knows that Ying will be very happy to see this painting.

Jing smiled helplessly, and casually pointed to his roof: "Just now he ran away when he heard that I was going to frame it. If I hadn't misunderstood it, he should have helped me find the frame and materials."

Speaking of which, Ying didn't know when or where he learned that he was painting, and every day as long as he had nothing to do, he would go to his roof to watch him paint.Whenever he was resting, he would lie on the roof and look at the sky quietly, as if something worth looking forward to would fall from above.Jing is completely confused about this ninja king.

However, Ying is no less concerned about this work than he is. Once in the middle of the night, the canvas was not brought into the house, and it suddenly rained outside. Jing woke up quickly to save his canvas. When he looked up, the canvas and easel had been destroyed. Stay quietly in your living room.

Needless to say, I know that it is a good thing that Ying did. Apart from him, there are not many people in the world who can walk into their room without being noticed by themselves.

"That's just right, everyone is here, let's help frame it and hang it up together, so as to save you from being in a hurry." Yuan Lao said with a smile.

"Okay, thank you very much."

Of course Jing would be happy to have someone to help, this is the first time the three guards of the Yuan family have been on a mission together, right?It's still the old man who ordered it himself!If it gets out, it is estimated that the whole world will be shaken up. Mr. Yuan personally commanded the three guards to dispatch together. Everyone thought that the Yuan family was going to make a big move!

It's just a framed painting!It's funny to think about Jing.

"Hey, that's not right, Yuan always said that you are good at drawing, but you only draw flowers? Now you are drawing people to end your career? It's so unprofessional!"

Seeing that Jing was smiling happily for no reason, Cheng always felt uncomfortable and insisted on picking some thorns.It seems that since he humbly asked Jing for the antidote, Cheng has been displeased with Jing.

"Haven't you heard of smiling like a flower? This is the most beautiful flower I've ever seen in my life."

Thank you for allowing me to participate in the most beautiful moment of your budding life.It's also a pity that it failed to become the leaf that sheltered you from the wind and rain when you bloomed.Jing Fa concluded from the bottom of his heart.

"What a beautiful smile, haha..."

Mr. Yuan was full of praise, which made Cheng unhappy, but Cheng couldn't retaliate. He really let him talk nonsense like this.

"But Mr. Yuan, he is a fake product. I have never seen that kid sleep so peacefully!"

"You haven't seen it, it doesn't mean I haven't seen it."

"Yes." Yuan Lao still stood by Jing's side and said.

Of course Yuan Lao had seen it before, but when he was very young.After going through many hardships, I have never seen this kind of sleeping face.

"Sophistry! Tell me where you met!"

Cheng didn't expect Yuan Lao to betray him, and he was in the same boat as Jing, and was furious.

"Sorry, it's a secret."

A scene floated in Jing's mind. He was sitting leaning against the wall, and a sleeping angel was quietly pillowing on his feet, as if the sky had nothing to do with them, and the two fell asleep carefree Yes, with a dreamy smile on the corner of his mouth...

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call……

The Earth Arc of the Demon King has finally come to an end.

These characters who accompanied the Demon King in his youth are the characters that the author has always loved deeply and cannot give up.
Maybe there is no devil's cuteness, no devil's harem, no daily life of the devil being impostor
But some are between Lucifer and Uriel, between the Demon King and Yuan Lao, Cheng, Ying, and Jing, the past but inseparable ties
In the future, there will be some stories about the devil when he was a child. Readers who like it may also see some supplements about them, but it is destined to be few

The devil has to look ahead, doesn't he?
(End of this chapter)