Amber: "So everyone has discovered that Yula's characteristics are really easy to capture."

"..." At this time, the person who was at the center of the topic stood up quickly and said with a sullen face: "Since it is already rest time, can I move around freely? Well everyone, I have to go to the Ice Lake. Sorry. I’ll excuse you now.”

After that, he walked out of the camp without looking back, but his movements were a little hasty and stiff.

Amber hurriedly got up and caught up: "Do you still want to take an ice bath at this late hour? Wait, wait for me!"

......

Watching the red and blue figures leave, Wutong moved the numb arm under his head up and down: "Well, the relationship between them is still as good as ever."

"Ice water bath...it's really amazing...Have you ever taken a bath in Wutong?" Paimon was curious.

"No. I feel cold when I think about it, and I prefer a hot bath. Okay, is it our free time next? Well, I'll squint for a while...I feel sleepy."

He got up, took the chair with him, walked to the desk sheltered from the wind, and lay down. Wutong buried his head in his arms and closed his eyes. Abedo saw that there was no dangerous medicine on the table and ignored it. In the past, when the other party was not yet an adult, he and Keli did some elephant toothpaste experiment together, and the foam-like stuff crowded all over his table. Even Wutong was still on this table and carved a simple version of the bouncing bomb on his own. I heard that the formula was one nitrate, two sulphonates, and three charcoal.

When he first came here, he thought the other person was an introverted and autistic child, but he didn't expect that he turned out to be a little animal that was just getting used to being in a strange environment at the beginning. After he got familiar with it, he would have a lot of tricks.

However, that table was originally used by Wutong to store drawing paper, paints and other tools, but now that the other party is no longer in the snowy mountains, he simply uses it as a storage table.

Talk about painting.

"It's painting time, you two."

Kong Mingran: "It's time to show your strength, let me show off my skills."

"Have you decided what to draw?"

Paimon pointed at himself and said confidently: "No need to ask, it must be me, your best friend. Wutong is sleeping over there. The composition is very complicated at first glance. Sora, you will never be able to grasp it, so just paint me."

reasonable.

"Then draw Paimon."

"Yeah, but it's best to change places. Even if our voices are low, staying here may disturb Bennett and Wutong who are resting. Go outside."

"Okay, okay, bring your drawing board, paper, brushes and paints, don't miss anything!"

Go out a few steps to the campground junction.

Abedo looked around, observed the surroundings, and decided that this was where he was.

Paimon is also very satisfied with this. The scenery here is also good. There are no complicated flowers and plants. Then he flew in front of the two of them and struck an elegant pose for reference by his traveling companions.

Sora's movement of fiddling with the drawing board stagnated, with an unspeakable expression on his face.

"Hey——! What's that expression of yours? Don't question me, hurry up and capture my essence and paint it! After the painting, I want to hang it at home!"

"I can't help but satisfy you once."

Abedo handed over the paint tray: "It's good to have momentum. I'm looking forward to your work."

To be honest, Wutong actually taught Kong painting. It doesn't matter whether the simple drawing is still a child's drawing. What matters is that he has really learned it. A few words, sometimes the other person's paintings don't really require the model to stand in front of him for a long time. Once he has a shape, he lets him go. When details need to be confirmed, the model may be called over.

But his skills are not that high, even simple drawings need to be looked at and drawn.

So let’s start with the head.

Paimon's expression... is usually angry. Maybe it's because he always likes to be mischievous? Like a wind slime. Wutong also said that it looks like a pufferfish, a small thing that flaps its fins and bulges into a round ball when pinched.

It was a pity that the model being painted couldn't see it, so he couldn't help but urge: "Hurry up! Draw me as you see me!"

“Excellent emergency food...”

The little puffer fish was really angry, but she still snorted and didn't move forward to show her fists as big as sandbags: "I don't think it will be a happy work... I'm even a little nervous..."

A few hours later.

"I've finished the painting." Sora put down the pen and ignored Abedo's hesitant expression next to him.

Paimeng hurriedly flew to the drawing paper, still with some expectations, if Kong had a talent, they said that couples look at each other: "Let me see, let me see..."

?

"Ah! What is this!!"

Why is her face like a bun, so round and so big! Her expression still looks like the funny villain in the previous Wutong picture books, and, most importantly - why is she in the pot? !

Sora put his hands on his hips, looked at the painting, and looked at Paimon: "It's not bad, isn't it? It's obviously very good, isn't it?"

"You, you...how do you say it! Really, the lines are smooth and the layout is very professional, but why did you make me look so stupid!"

"...Smooth...professional?" Abedo was stunned. Could it be that Wutong advocates encouraging teaching? Is that too much pampering?

"And this look! The look is so ordinary! It has no soul at all!" If Paimon hadn't felt that the paint on it was still dry, he would have picked it up and put it on his face to show the other person in the next second.

Abedo thought thoughtfully: "Song, have you received relevant art education elsewhere before?"

Sora blinked: "I can't say... not at all..."

"Really? It's just a hobby, right? Fortunately Wutong is not here. If she sees you drawing like this, she will definitely remove you from the student ranks. This is simply because you have not received any systematic training, otherwise she would not have I drew it like this."

"Paimon is special."

"I understand." Albedo suggested: "If Paimon feels that this painting is not ideal enough, I can help make some modifications. Sora, what do you think?"

Without hesitation, Sora handed the pen to the professionals and gave up his seat.

Taking over the pen, Albedo made some modifications to the painting.

Another few hours, but overall less time than Sora spent.

"..." Abedo did not put down his pen immediately. After taking a general look, he turned around and asked, "Paimon, is this okay?"

A beautiful and artistic painting appeared in front of him. In the painting, Paimon had an elegant and graceful figure, with a mysterious and romantic smile on his face. The slightly raised corners of his mouth showed his extraordinary intelligence. Although beautiful, it seems to have nothing to do with Paimon himself...

Alchemists are magical, right?

Paimon and Narissa, who seemed to be the people in the painting, widened their eyes and almost dropped their jaws: "This... this... has been completely redrawn! Is this me, so beautiful, really me... .”

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