Collapse, surrender to me!

……

But the reality is that she doesn't know the situation of these customers, and there is no system mall.

In fact, after staying here for so long, Grayxiu already had some guesses.

Because this studio has the function of connecting different worlds, it is very likely that it appeared in response to her desire to come into contact with the idea of ​​different colors.

This was also her original intention to open a painting studio.

If I had thought differently at the beginning, perhaps everything would have turned out differently.

But there was nothing for Grace to regret.

The paintings she drew before were not only abstract, but also dark in a sense, which could crush the lyrics written by Pochi-chan. After all, although Pochi-chan appears dark on the surface, she essentially yearns for light and has been working hard for it.

After coming into contact with the horse girls and other members of the band, the colors of Greshuin have gradually become richer.

Not so twisted anymore.

Different from those protagonists who harvest resources from all worlds.

Gray is much simpler.

"Although other worlds are very novel, this is just a studio... So, President from a foreign country, do you want to draw a picture?"

Grayxiu was halfway through her speech when she suddenly felt a little embarrassed.

Because the two customers in front, whether it was the Emperor of the East China Sea or Pochi-chan.

She couldn't draw the other person perfectly.

Because the Emperor of the East China Sea has not yet reached the top, the band has not achieved the goal created by Hongxia.

But the one in front of me should be different.

Be it temperament, ability, or status, all of them show that the other party has indeed reached the pinnacle of the country as he said.

This is a man who has reached the top.

Greteau was also very interested in coming into contact with the colors of a foreign president.

Isn't that why she opened a painting studio?

She may not be able to understand the scheming of people in high positions, but scheming and scheming are just dust on the water surface.

Grace could see the original color.

President Bradley was being stared at by Grayshuse's pure gaze at this moment.

Even he, who possessed the strongest eyes, felt a little hesitant.

"I'm afraid I can't do that now."

Bradley was silent for a long time before speaking again, and no one knew what he was thinking.

"I'll come and finish this painting later. I can come anytime, right?"

Chapter 57: This is not a painting album, it is clearly an urn!

The great president just passed away like that.

But this exists.

I don't know how many thoughts have gone through my mind.

Although Gracie said that this was just a studio, to Bradley, it meant much more than that.

"Is this really the President?"

Qiqi asked with some confusion.

"It's different from the presidents of other countries that I've met."

If the presidents of other countries are politicians, then Bradley's temperament is more like that of a commander-in-chief.

"Maybe the other party is a country led by the military..."

Grayshu did not quite understand, but the countries with the system of the Honkai world were not small, but most of them were small countries.

A small country cannot produce someone with Bradley's temperament.

"What a pity... people don't want to draw."

"why?"

"I'm afraid of dirtying my canvas."

"?"

Qiqi slowly used Honkai energy to knock out a purple question mark above her head.

"No kidding, I can sense some of his thoughts and feelings. Of course, the main thing is that he didn't hide anything from me."

Although Grayshu is still young, she can see the essence of many things.

"It doesn't make sense for a president to open his heart to me. Theoretically, a person who suddenly comes to a different world should hide himself, but he didn't... He did this for only one purpose, which is to gain my trust."

Heart to heart.

It is always the fastest way to gain trust.

Bradley must want her help with something.

We should know next time we meet.

As Gresh spoke, she painted on the canvas.

This time, she painted very quickly.

The background is dark red, and a single angry eye occupies the entire canvas. In the eye is a red rattlesnake pattern.

The overall look is as terrifying as if the entire eye is about to protrude from the flat canvas.

That kind of anger has reached a point that would terrify anyone who sees it.

I'm afraid a loving couple would come to the studio now and take a look at the canvas.

Immediately, trivial matters will come to mind, then turn into anger, and lead to a breakup.

Qiqi, who didn't have much emotion, took a look.

It felt like the entire canvas was ablaze with the rage in this one eye.

“So… magical.”

Qiqi couldn't understand.

It's just a painting, but how could it give her the feeling of being on fire?

“This is one of my abilities…”

Gretchen rolled up the canvas.

Put it in a box.

All the paintings in there are those she had drawn, which could infect other people's emotions and thus potentially cause harm.

"So who offended the president and made him so angry?" Qiqi asked curiously.

"It was he himself."

Grace's eyes showed a thoughtful look.

"He was angry at himself."

Just like the emotion of joy, there is surprise, happiness, delight, and great joy...

There are many kinds of anger.

It just so happens.

She had seen Bradley's overflowing anger.

I've seen it on her father.

That anger.

I was angry at myself for not being able to ensure the safety of the people most important to me.

But apart from his wife and daughter, Hen has other responsibilities that he cannot escape.

Bradley's rage was even greater than Hen's.

That is the most important person, more important than the president himself, and more important than his responsibilities and everything.

It’s hard to imagine who could push a president who stands at the top of the world to this extent.

"If these paintings are so dangerous, why do we still keep them?" Qiqi asked puzzled.

"I originally thought that I would wait until the 'protagonist' in the painting got rid of these extreme emotions, then I would paint it again and experience the changes in the colors."

Gretchen pushed the dangerous painting box back under the counter.

"Unfortunately... most of them are now the only evidence that they ever existed."

"..."

Qiqi's eyes suddenly changed when she looked at the painting box.

This is not a dangerous collection of paintings.

It's clearly an urn filled with a bunch of posthumous photos!

And not long after the great president left.

Pochi-chan is here.

"What is this! It's so small!"

As soon as Pochi entered the door, he saw Qiqi.

Like a child who has come across some new and interesting toy.

This caused Grace to be stunned.

The scene once turned into that Qiqi became the clumsy-mouthed Pochi-chan, and Pochi-chan was possessed by Kita.

After finally rescuing Qiqi, Qiqi flew directly into the attic and never came down again.

And Pochi-chan was still grinning foolishly there.

Grexiu couldn't help but interrupt her: "So what's going on? The band is performing?"

"No, but Sister Xingge said that although our band is somewhat well-known now, we have too few songs to support a full show, or even half a show."

"So who are you going to sing with again?"

"No appointment..."

Goto Ichiri explained.

"Hongxia means that each of us should write a song, and then when it's our turn to sing our own song, we should be the lead singer."

"Ah... this really seems like a decision that Hong Xia could make on the spur of the moment."

Gretchen concluded.

If it were an ordinary band, this would never happen.

After all, writing songs and playing musical instruments are two professions.

but,

"Kita and I have already finished writing it, and Ryo will be done soon," Pochi-chan said proudly.

"What about Sister Hongxia who made this suggestion?"

Hearing this question, Goto Ichiri's hair stood up instantly as if he had received an electric shock: "Ah! Hongxia has locked herself in the room and hasn't come out for a whole day!"

"Did the captain accidentally take your script?"

Grayshuu complained as he looked at Goto Ichiri.

Pochi-chan, has indeed begun to change.