non-plastic epic

Chapter 163 The Underground "Prison"

It may be intentional, or it may be that there are no stone houses around where Xiang Dongliu is located that can be used by ordinary gnats.So the two of them hid on top only to be affected by the aftermath of the explosion and some slight vibrations.Apart from this, there are no other images.

So now Xiang Dongliu has the urge to thank Xiao Wang.

"Nimma, it's so scary. Fortunately, because of an accident a few years ago, Xiao Wang didn't bury any 'explosion point' and it collapsed here.

Otherwise, I'm afraid that just after escaping from the collapsed tunnel, when he was rushing forward, he was crushed into the sky by another wave of high-violence 'explosives'. "

Although the place where Xiang Dongliu and the two are located has not been greatly affected, the center of the city of boulders, which is a long distance away from the two, can already be counted as two worlds from the place where the two are hiding.It is as if there is a clear standard line separating the places that were originally counted as one place.

This standard line is so ruthless that only a few broken stones fall from the end of the line.But on the other end of the line, it was a fanatic song of stone and fire, turning those gnats who didn't know what happened into notes that were long and short, arranged in a disorderly manner in the ruined stone city above.

The very few surviving gnats subconsciously ran towards the symbol of their beliefs, the tall altar.

While running, his hands are still "raised high", the funny look is not funny at all, and it also makes Xiang Dongliu suddenly feel a sense of splendor scattered from his spine.

"Put them to death and live later", even though this is the case, is it really necessary to sacrifice all these more than ten thousand scorpions to the "idealism" that has not yet appeared... it must be like this.

The answer to this question, Xiang Dongliu didn't have a correct answer in his heart, the scene in front of him was very real, but with a magical feeling.

Everything that came into view seemed to slow down. He looked at the picture that was gradually slowing down in his mind. For some reason, he suddenly felt like a bystander.Obviously I saw a lot, but I didn't think about anything in my mind, and I was in a trance.

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The frozen picture in Xiang Dongliu's eyes seems to have become a "split shot", constantly focusing on a small area, up and down, left and right are explosions, fire, gray and black boulders, and broken limbs.

Gradually, I couldn't bear to look directly, to get used to it, and finally numb.

After that, the numbness began to make Xiang Dongliu think.One after another, lives are disappearing in front of them, passively disappearing.If one of those gnats is me, then...would I like it?
It should be unwilling.In fact, what those pictures bring to Xiang Dongliu is still a kind of sad thinking. If such a potential madman appears in the human race, for the "ideal" in his heart that has not been seen and verified, he is just guessing. To complete the only answer in my heart.Just frantically pulling everyone to start the funeral together, is this really the party that belongs to justice?Is it absolutely correct?

······Xiang Dongliu didn't know the answer, but he thought that if he had to put himself in it, then he would never want others to control his own life, death and destiny.

No one can do it, even "God" has no qualifications.

Excited, Xiang Dongliu couldn't help throwing his elbow forward, and touched the eighteen painters who were concentrating on painting.As a result, the right hand of the [-]th student who was holding the paintbrush was also pushed forward. As a result, a thick line appeared obliquely on the top of the draft.

It was as abrupt as a scar on a lame man's head, extremely conspicuous and ugly.

Eighteen painters: "······"

"You, you, you, you!" The eighteenth painter held his breath, his face flushed a little.It was obvious that some anger was on the rise.Simply unforgivable! !No one has ever abused their drawings like this.You must know that any drawing is my child! !
"Ah, I'm sorry, I'm sorry. Excuse me for being excited at the moment. Hey, wait, your painting seems to have become better. Have you noticed?" Xiang Dongliu hurriedly apologized, even if he didn't draw Painting, but also understand this feeling.If in the previous life when I was doing my homework, I was fucked by my deskmate like this, and a big "hole" appeared on my homework, then I would feel that what I was holding in my hand was not a pen, but a hand Hundred forged steel sword! !

Therefore, in order to avoid "fighting with the same stone", Xiang Dongliu decided to use his skills of talking and tricking the past.

"Look, look, the ruined walls you painted below are intertwined with the mourning people. Don't you find that the crowd is too tight? From my angle, it's just black and black. Those who don't know think that The ink was spilled on it.

"But at the same time, there is nothing on top of your drawing, heck, although I don't know what you are going to add, maybe you just leave it like this, but don't you think it looks very empty like this, and the overall look is not very Coordination. Look, does it feel like this, do you feel it?"

"······Maybe not."

"Uh, cough! It's right if you have it! Then I just added this stroke on it for you. Look again, do you feel that it is not empty at once? Does the thick and long stroke on the top feel like, It's like the embodiment of repression, chill, death, fear, and struggle. Hey~ Look again!"

As he said that, Xiang Dongliu snatched the paintbrush from the eighteenth artist's hand, and added a few heavy strokes on the top of his sketch.It forms an upside-down trapezoid with the stroke drawn by the eighteen-painted student who accidentally touched it.It looks like a trumpet.

"Hey, do you think this is right? These four strokes respectively embody the emotions of depression, chilling, death, fear, and struggle. In addition, you look at the trumpet, do you intuitively feel the emotions of those gnats? The howling of the scorpion seems to go straight to the sky. After these few strokes, you must have a similar feeling to me."

"So, looking at this painting now, do you feel that it has risen to a higher level as a whole? Sigh, that's right~"

"Hiss, okay, it seems to be. Although it's a bit weird... then what is your painting style, where did you learn from, and which school you belong to." asked some stammeringly.

"Genre? Genre..."

"Actually, my genre is very good, very good! It's called surrealism. It is to describe things that cannot be seen in reality. Hey, how about it, it's great."

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