I was hiding from gods and demons at the beginning, but it turned out that I was the boss

The Twin Cities are brightly lit at night, with two tall ancient castles standing in the city like guards in the dark night, protecting the gorgeous world below.

The twin cities, centered around two ancient castles, divide tourists into two circles.

The castle where Poktier and Emile live is a place for entertainment and money-making for the rich and powerful and senior members.

The other castle and its surroundings are a happy paradise for ordinary people.

Here, as long as you pay the day's entrance fee and entertainment fees, even a beggar can enjoy the beautiful scenery and services provided by the Twin Cities.

As the midnight bell rang, the large square where the two areas met was still filled with laughter.

This area has no restrictions on identity and is the best area for the integration of circles. It is also a hunting ground for those who are interested and a ladder for those with ambitions to succeed.

Large dances and surprise parties are held every day. The open-air dance floor is less exquisite and more unrestrained and free than the underground city.

The tall oak forest next to the dance floor is dotted with tree houses of different styles. There is a bonfire by the lake roasting fragrant midnight snacks, and pointed tents are like night clouds blooming on the lush grass.

Even at night there are boats sailing on the lake, creating ripples on the water.

In a secluded area of ​​woods in the northern part of the lake, a beautiful woman was lying in the moonlight, taking a nap in a graceful posture.

The smoky purple transparent long gauze skirt looks even more ethereal under the deep blue starry sky. When the breeze blows, the woman's exquisite curves are faintly visible under the gauze, which is charming and seductive.

This kind of beauty is difficult to depict, but it does not pose a problem for the painter.

It didn't take long for the painting to be completed.

The woman jumped down from the vine swing in the tree house and walked to the painter in a good mood.

"Have you finished your painting?"

"Ah."

The gentle and cold man wearing glasses put away his paintbrush and paint and washed his hands in the prepared copper basin.

The woman cast her eyes towards the screen expectantly.

There is everything in the painting: the moonlight, the lake, the tree house, and even her beautiful gauze dress, except for her.

The silk skirt was empty.

The woman tried to remain calm and smile, "Your paintings are amazing as always."

The man glanced at her indifferently and took out another manuscript, on which was a drawing of a young man in formal attire with a vague appearance.

"Let me show you something interesting."

He drew a circle around the young man with a pencil, and with a flick of the tip of the pencil, the person in the drawing suddenly disappeared.

The woman took a deep breath and looked in the direction of the pencil...

There was an extra person in the painting that had just been completed on the easel - a naked young man.

His expression was as if he was terrified, his mouth was open, his body was wrapped in a transparent gauze skirt, and under the moonlit night with stars, he posed in the same seductive posture as the woman before...

The woman's face froze. What a disgusting taste!

Although she felt strange and uneasy, she still leaned over and kissed the man on the face. "It's a miracle. Your ideas are always so interesting."

The man smiled faintly, as if accepting her compliment.

"There are more interesting ones."

I don’t really want to see…

The woman's face was frozen, and she tried hard to pull the corners of her mouth upwards. "Oh? It can be even more interesting..."

"Of course." The man took out a colored pencil.

He smiled and poked the sharp tip of the pen into the young man in the gauze skirt, leaving a small red dot.

As he turned his finger, the red dot gradually expanded.

When the brush stops, the red part gradually darkens, and finally liquid seeps out of the canvas...

"what--"

The woman screamed and took a step back, looking at the blood gushing out from the easel in horror...

The ominous premonition frightened her.

Tick, tick, a long time passed.

The man who was painting looked at the woman and took out two drawings from his sketchbook. "Please choose one."

The woman looked at the nightmarish drawing and her body began to tremble uncontrollably.

"Count, I don't know what I have done wrong that you want to punish me."

"Did I not serve you diligently enough?"

"You don't know?" An Rujing, who was painting, pointed at the bleeding painting with a pencil, "Look carefully at his face."

At this moment, the woman finally saw the young man wrapped in a silk skirt and covered in red.

"No... no... how could you do this..."

"I was wrong, I was wrong! You shouldn't have killed him. He is innocent... innocent. He doesn't know my identity... He doesn't know..."

Looking at the woman kneeling on the ground in despair, An Rujing said calmly: "Actually, you are not wrong. Love is indeed wonderful... It is hard to control one's emotions."

"It's just... you don't deserve to enjoy it."

As soon as he finished speaking, An Rujing picked up one of the paintings and threw it at the woman.

The woman's eyes widened in horror as she watched the evil spirit on the screen grinning as it pulled her into the painting...

The breeze blows, and a beauty appears in the picture of purgatory.

The drawing paper returned to An Rujing's hands. He put the draft into a special drawing bag and turned to look at another painting on the wooden table.

In the picture, An Ruli was wrapped in a blanket and standing barefoot in the aisle, looking out of the picture in surprise.

……

In the painting, Qing Tiansheng, whose hands and feet were numb from standing, was staring blankly with no hope in his heart.

Here she was like a mouse stuck in glue waiting to be executed...

Not only was his body unable to move, but his spiritual power was also ineffective.

It was certain that the white paper that took her away was a psychic item of the materialization type. The person who used the item was most likely a divine general, otherwise she wouldn't have stood there like a fool for more than two hours...

Ask her how she knows the time.

Because the other party hung a huge clock in the space.

The hands of the clock were moving backwards in an abnormal way, as if it was some novel countdown.

I just don't know what's waiting for the sunny day when the timer ends...

However, she felt that the other party did not want to kill her, otherwise he would have done it long ago.

Fortunately, the main body used Emil to trick Pokjie, and now everything is the same as before. There is no need to worry too much about sleeping at night.

With nothing to do, Qingtian kept using his soul power to repair An Ruli's soul oil painting in the consciousness space, hoping to awaken her consciousness as soon as possible.

But the magic channel in the white paper was blocked, and the magic vines and evil thoughts could only be suppressed and could not be dealt with for the time being...

Da da da……

"It's been three hours..."

Qingtian looked at the clock in front of him with resentment, "That's enough!"

ding ding ding-

Her eardrums were almost pierced by the ringing of the wall clock...

After the bell rang, her feet went weak and she fell onto an unfamiliar patch of grass as if she had lost weight...

After rubbing his numb legs and circulating his spiritual energy to restore his physical condition, Qingtian stood up quickly.

The tall twin castles are clearly visible not far away.

Still in the Twin Cities...

But the other party seemed to have good intentions? There was no one around, only a wooden table and a pile of painting supplies.

Qingtian's mood instantly improved. She wrapped the blanket tightly around her and walked towards a place with a bonfire and a midnight snack in the distance.

"What are you doing?"

In the wooden house, An Rujing, who had been waiting for her for a while, shouted with a sullen face.

Qingtian paused, turned around and slowly raised his head to look at the wooden house hanging on the tree, which was about 17 or 18 meters high and covered with vines and flowers...