MTL - Unfathomable Doomsday-~ Painted paper

The young road autumn is earlier than the average person matures.

Because Lu Qiu stepped into the world earlier, he felt the responsibility of his family on his shoulder earlier.

In the daytime, the weak road autumn can hardly do any physical work, because it was born in a poor church, Lu Qiu reading and writing is the old nun to Lu Qiu.

After a series of incidents that gave way to the fall of life in the autumn, Lu Qiu wandered around the world without his own sister, and a man who couldn't remember the autumn.

The man smoked and sipped gambling, and he was idle every day. In the memory of Lu Qiu, this adult did not do what he should have. Therefore, he never gave the road a half-point, even if he had pockets. There is money in it, and after a few minutes, it will lose all of it because of gambling.

No money can't live in this world.

Therefore, Lu Qiu was only good at painting at that time, because the blood-sucking kind could not leave an impression on the photo. For his sister's birthday present, Lu Qiu had studied painting skills bitterly.

Because of the year-round wandering in Western Europe, Lu Qiu relied on the street to sell paintings to maintain his and her sister's livelihood, and the mixed-ball man!

Relying on the attractive appearance of the young road autumn, although it is self-study, it is also a very realistic and beautiful painting technique. Whenever you sell portraits on the street, it always attracts most people’s attention, so you earn The money, barely enough Lu Qiu and his sister, the man, the money he earned, Lu Qiu will not give him a penny.

So it is probably because of the young road autumn, the appearance is really so many people can not resist the desire to approach, so in those areas that allow the mafia to exist, or mix a lot, it has caused a lot of trouble.

Lu Qiu’s escape skills were developed in this way. Once upon a time, Lu Qiu had a glorious record of escape in the hands of hundreds of Italian mafia.

Now, once again, I touched this familiar picture and I used to live with my own sister.

Lu Qiu did not feel a bit stunned. He had no painting for a long time. He did not let Lu Qiu’s hands, and he skillfully prepared the color he wanted on the paint tray. Lu Qiu looked at where the body was a little stiff, but he did not move. Dare to move the night.

The first one was dyed on the paper...

The hands that were covered with blood in the past can now make such gentle movements. Lu Qiu’s attention is all on the picture, and gradually outlines the pretty appearance of the imperial lady.

If Lu Qiu remembers nothing, Lu Qiu is a painting that he learned seven years ago.

When my sister is a group photo of a child adopted by the church, when she and her figure are not crying, it is time to be laughed at by the group of children.

Lu Qiu began to contact the art. God knows how Lu Qiu persisted. Without pen and paper, Lu Qiu painted on the ground with branches. At first, various works were really terrible.

Finally, the nuns who adopted the road autumn gave a painting tool to Lu Qiu, which made Lu Qiu officially enter the room on this art.

Talent, or for the sake of your own sister, can work wherever and how to stay in this world forever.

Or perhaps in order to resist the fate, give Lu Qiu a vampire's injustice.

As a vampire, the young Lu Qiu is extremely disgusted with his identity as a vampire, and he is treated as a heterosexual feeling. At that time, there were only two people in the world of Lu Qiu, one is himself and the other is his sister. .

Two little vampires cuddle each other. In this world of heterogeneity, looking for each other's heartbeat, breathing, and feeling the other's existence, can ease this loneliness.

Even after all the hard work, after receiving her own self-portrait during her sister's birthday, her smile is worthwhile for Lu Qiu.

That painting is still in the body of Lu Qiu, so in order to see the smile again, no matter what you pay, it is worth it.

During the painting, Lu Qiu’s thoughts drifted away.

Unconsciously, more than an hour passed, and a painting was actually formed in front of Lu Qiu.

But when Lu Qiu looked at his work, he stopped.

Perfect, Lu Qiu thinks that this is the best picture drawn by Lu Qiu, in addition to his official debut and the portrait given to his sister.

At least the background is vivid, and even the small details in the study are sketched out, plus the color of the decoration, giving a real but with a little dreamy feeling.

However, standing next to the window, the girl in the sun... is indeed very similar to Nai night, but Lu Qiu can be sure that she is not painting Nai night!

As the emperor's night, it is like a sword with a scabbard. Just like now, even if Nai stood there for more than an hour in the position of maintaining the sword, it is like a statue that stands still...

Although in front of Lu Qiu, Nai night can only maintain that feeling of fear.

But the girl in the picture is not the night.

"..." Lu Qiu completed the final stroke, but instinctively in the left eye corner of the girl gently clicked a gorgeous tears...

The person in the painting came to the front of Lu Qiu.

Some plain black dresses, skirts dotted with white lace, such as the night sky, deep lacquered black hair straight to the girl's waist, a little reddish pupil with a little confused, looks a bit dull ~www .novelbuddy.com~ The hand is on the edge of the window, giving a feeling of weakness.

Undoubtedly this is a girl who is very similar to Nai Night, but her kind of dull appearance is simply impossible to be a majestic imperial lady in front of the citizen. In front of Lu Qiu, she is a choked kitten. Some temperament.

Coupled with the tears of the corner of the eye, the girl's cute appearance is with a deadly temptation under the beautiful appearance.

Is the appearance of Nai night too much like her?

Between the gods, recalling the past road autumn, the pen is not the night.

It is the sister of Lu Qiu.

If Ji Er is still alive, it should be so big.

Lu Qiu can't control his emotions. Even if he faces a strong enemy, Lu Qiu can handle it calmly, but now, Lu Qiu's hand is a little trembling.

At this time, I kept the night of the sword posture, and saw that Lu Qiu stopped the pen and looked at the painting for three minutes. I thought that Lu Qiu had already finished painting.

In the impression of Nai night, Lu Qiu is always accompanied by blood, death, and the smile he is standing in, though gentle, but makes people feel tremble.

The paintings drawn by such people, curiosity, let Nai night see Lu Qiu, there is no reaction, and close to Lu Qiu’s side, looking at the picture. (To be continued [This text is provided by Xiaohuan Group Xiaoguang@kbrs616]. If you like this work, you are welcome to come (m) to vote for the recommended ticket, the monthly ticket, your support is my greatest motivation.)