Collapse, surrender to me!

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Gray nodded.

"I will give you the painting tomorrow."

"Tomorrow? Will it be too tight?"

Xu Ziqian looked at the sky and said quickly.

"I'm not in a hurry, just go back and rest at night."

"No...the color is too fragmented and will fade away over time." Grayshu shook her head.

"So is there anything I can do to help?"

"No, go back and have a good rest."

"I..." Xu Ziqian wanted to say something but was interrupted by Qiqi.

"You really should rest."

Qiqi interrupted.

"Today you called Grace your fiancée's name more than 120 times, and then bought Grace seven or eight pieces of women's clothing in a larger size, as well as various small gadgets..."

"..."

Xu Ziqian was dumbfounded.

He had no recollection of what Qiqi said.

I rubbed my head in annoyance and thought about it carefully. I did remember some things... and felt embarrassed.

He thought he had stayed awake.

Distinguish what is true and what is false.

In the end, it seems that nothing was maintained.

I was deeply confused.

"Sorry... I... Never mind, it seems I really need to rest..."

Boss Xu left with a complicated expression.

Qiqi looked at Boss Xu's back and shook her head.

"I thought you were just painting a picture for someone... but you... played the role of someone's fiancée for a whole day for nothing?"

"It doesn't matter. After all, his actions and concern are not for me."

Grayxiu naturally made the distinction very clear.

She looked involved.

But in the final analysis, I am just a bystander and a recorder.

And now, she is going to draw everything she has recorded.

The color that was stained gradually faded from her heart.

Poured onto the canvas.

A vague room gradually took shape.

That was a classroom.

Grace also went to that school today.

But unlike what we see, the classroom described by Grayshue seems as if time has gone back, and everything has become younger.

Repair the peeling wall paint.

The traces of rust became shiny again.

The sun was shining, and a breeze blew in through the open window, tilting the pages of the book.

And the hair on the girl's forehead, lying on the table.

Although it is just a rough draft, it can be seen that this is a picture of an ordinary JK taking a nap on the desk in the classroom.

"Why, here?"

Qiqi didn’t quite understand.

I went to many places today and saw many photos at the girl's house.

She is a mature girl with intellectual beauty.

But what Grayxiu drew at this time was obviously still in school days, with a naive and silly feeling, which seemed a little different from what Qiqi learned today.

After all, Grayshu can dye.

Qiqi herself will also record everything that happened today.

"You know, my dyeing can only be half done. But my painting can't be only half done."

Grayshu said softly while painting.

"So, half of this painting is dyed by me... The other half comes from Boss Xu himself, the best moment in his heart. At that time, there was no collapse, and no worries."

There is only one her in his eyes.

As the brush falls again and again.

Just like what Grace said.

In the world of the painting, there was indeed only this girl in the classroom.

But I don’t feel lonely. Instead, I feel like I’m shining, filling the whole world.

Chapter 68: Brother Jie, take the sword!

After Grace finished the painting, she asked Qiqi to deliver it.

Qiqi Express is very easy to use.

It only took two minutes for him to come back.

"Did he say anything he wanted to change? Or anything he was not satisfied with?"

Gray asked.

As for painting, anyone who has ever commissioned a piece of work knows that it is basically impossible to get others to draw what you want.

"No."

Qiqi shook her head.

Then added.

"Boss Xu didn't say anything after receiving the painting... He just stayed there. I waited for more than a minute, but he didn't respond. It felt like... his soul was taken away by the world in the painting."

"Don't say it in such a scary way..."

Grayshu complained.

"I guess he was just lost in memories and was in a daze for a while."

"No, it really feels like that."

Qiqi defended herself seriously.

"Even if it's a photo, isn't it also an incomplete two-dimensional world to some extent?"

"..."

Grayxiu looked at Qiqi with some surprise.

"Have you been reading too many science fiction novels recently?"

"Uh-huh."

Qiqi nodded repeatedly.

"There are also science fiction movies, such as The Terminator, which is very good! Unfortunately, Skynet is too extreme... If it were me..."

"…You should just be a cute little doll."

Grayshu listened to Qiqi's words and took a deep breath.

Then the whole person became clear, as if he had taken Green Arrow.

It feels refreshing.

So weird, take another puff.

"Something's wrong!"

Gray was stunned for a moment.

Where does the cool air in her studio come from?

"Qiqi, do you feel it?"

"Feel."

Qiqi pointed to the door.

"The cool air...or rather the cold air, is just outside the door."

Upon hearing this, Grayshu went over and opened the door.

There was no one in sight.

But there is a long sword.

It's not a proper longsword, but an exaggerated longsword similar to those in Western fantasy worlds or some games.

Featuring glowing blue runes, a serrated blade, and a cross guard in the shape of a horned skull.

It emits a faint blue light and a chill, and is inserted diagonally into the cement floor tiles in front of Gray's studio.

"This looks like the kind used by medieval knights..."

Grayshu looked at the strange sword in front of her that was a little taller than her, and stretched out both hands to pull it out.

The sword gave her a feeling of being slightly dangerous, but not very dangerous.

Grayshu could feel that these outsiders wanted to hurt her. In terms of magic level, the mystery level had to be higher than that of this studio that could connect all the worlds.

Although this sword is strange, it is still far from that stage.

Grayshut pulled lightly and the sword was pulled out.

It’s not a question of how strong the force is, but that there is no friction at all.

Return to the shop with the sword.

Grayshut carefully placed the sword on the chair.

Then he sat down opposite and spoke.

"Mr. Jian, would you like to introduce yourself?"

That's right, this sword is not a dead object.

There was no way some dead object could really fall into her studio.

The studio should be formed according to her wishes. Dead objects have basically no color and are not objects of reception.

In other words, most of the people who come to her are living customers.

The color of this sword is chaotic.