What's wrong with my mother adding special effects to my wife?

... and the system?

It's quite advanced.

[Absurd praise. ]

The system responded promptly and politely to Xu Chuilu's voice.

She thought all this was ridiculous, but the emergence of the system seemed to mean that she did not have the right to "fend for herself".This uncomfortable feeling of being manipulated made her try to wake up from the chaotic consciousness, and her limbs followed the instructions of the brain and began to struggle.

After a while, she sat up with difficulty supporting her upper body with her arms.

The surrounding light was much dimmer than before, and it was a relatively reassuring closed interior space.

[This is the firewood room of the Jueqing Sect. It is in the corner southwest of the Zongmen, with the dining room on the left and the horse shed on the right. ]

The system introduces thoughtfully.

"Unfeeling Sect? Who came up with the name?"

[This is the best appellation in the world based on the analysis of the screen content. ]

She picked up a straw that fell on the hem of her clothes, and gently twirled it between her fingers.

"You mean, I'm still in that painting?"

[Yes, you are in the "Picture of Putting the Sword and Falling the Sword" that you did not complete before your death. ]

"My painting is a momentary freeze-frame of a certain situation, and this firewood room is completely beyond the scene in the painting. Do you think this is reasonable?"

[It is said that classical poetry is "exhaustive in words and infinite in meaning", and poetry and painting share this principle. When this work has enough real "painting environment", then it will also create a vast space outside the painting. "Picture of Putting the Sword and Falling the Sword" has obviously reached this level, host, you don't have to belittle yourself. ]

……

Xu Chuilu couldn't help frowning: "Why do you call it 'Picture of Putting the Sword and Falling the Sword'? There is no knife in my painting."

[Hello, yes.The name of the protagonist in the picture is "Xiao Fangdao". ]

Xu Chuilu once again had doubts about herself. Could it be that her picture only deserves such a bloody and vulgar name?Why is such a beautiful woman called "Put the Knife"?

[...I don't think this should be your most concerned issue right now, but your relaxed state may be more conducive to the completion of the task, please continue to maintain it. ]

"What mission?"

She almost forgot that tasks can be said to be a companion to the system.

[Complete "Picture of Putting the Sword and Falling the Sword". ]

The system's answer is simple and straightforward.

Xu Cuilu smiled: "It turned out to be a reminder system. In fact, if you put me back on the computer desk, I can finish drawing it in half an hour at most. But you sent me here... This is something that people can do." task?"

The system was silent for a moment.

"What's more, the completion of this painting is already very high, the most is that the protagonist's sword is not very detailed, because there should be a circle of red flowing flames on it-now I am very glad that I didn't draw that thing, otherwise I just now I'm afraid there will be a big hole burned out in his skull."

[Host, you are the creator god and creator of this world, and you have the power and ability to transform it.After your life is gone, only you can do it. ]

[The system shows that the completion of "Putting the Sword and Falling the Sword" is: 75%. ]

She stared at the progress bar in front of her, feeling a long-lost, familiar anger: "There is no Party A in this picture, what is the basis for this figure?"

[Based on what you expect from it. ]

"...No one can completely draw a picture that meets their expectations, do you understand? How do you want me to improve the degree of completion? This is a martial arts world, right? What should I use to add special effects to her?"

The system's voice didn't show any emotional change, but it became a little quieter for no reason, which seemed a bit aggrieved.

[It was your strong desire that led you to come here. I thought we should have a friendly cooperative relationship. ]

……

Yes, she really thought so at that time, but that came from a painter's sense of responsibility—or obsessive-compulsive disorder, it doesn't mean that she can sacrifice her body and soul for it.What's more, even if she completes this picture, what practical benefits can she get?

In the world she was familiar with, she was already dead.

[For thousands of years, either due to difficulties in making a living, or due to exhaustion of efforts, many painters have short lifespans.They all poured their own beautiful visions into the paintings during their lifetime, hoping to become the vegetation, flowers, birds and even wind, rain, frost and snow. Even if the paintings are not made for themselves, they will open up a world for themselves to live in. world. ]

The system gushed.

[The long-cherished wish of the dead gave birth to me—Chaolu.Host, you can call me "Morning Dew". ]

The ephemeral and clear thing of Yi Xi also symbolizes the premature death of a young man.

[I guide you to complete the "Picture of Putting the Sword and Falling the Sword" to expand your living space. If you choose to stop, your activity space will be extremely narrow, just like this woodshed. ]

Xu Chuilu does not reject small spaces, but the premise is that they are comfortable.

[Since you have the chance to be reborn, why not find a dreamland here that suits you, and spend the rest of your life in peace? ]

Zhaolu's words moved her a little.

For her, painting does have the function of sustenance and escape. Compared with the noisy crowd, the colorful blocks on the screen can give her a sense of belonging.This is one of the reasons she became a freelancer.

If the unfinished life is destined to continue here, she certainly hopes to fight for more choices for herself.

——At least don't become a fish at the mercy of others.

"Okay, Zhaolu, besides sensationalism and making cakes, what other functions do you have?"

[This is your world, my function is only "guidance".I can introduce you to a skill you can use at this stage - creation. ]

Chaolu brought up an interface similar to the ps sketchpad.

[Different from traditional painting, in addition to "shape", "color" and "quality" need to be extracted from the environment, assuming you want to create a straw—]

Xu Chuilu suddenly felt a fear of being watched, and subconsciously threw away the withered grass in his hand.

[You don't need to be nervous, as far as I know, many human beings have the habit of rubbing slender and rough objects in a state of anxiety. ]

Xu Chuilu's scalp was numb: "Stop talking."

[OK, please draw a straw shape on the canvas. ]

She hesitated for a moment, raised her hand and waved a few brushes. The feel was very close to that of blackboard painting, and the brushes were similar to the ones she had used before, but the color had to be selected from the real object, and there was a sense of chaos of interlaced dimensions.

[After painting, please choose this straw as the "quality". ]

quality?

Under her gaze, the straw at hand slowly condensed into a suspended dark yellow sphere.

"Why does this thing look like...a material ball?!"

She used the virtual paintbrush to drag the ball onto the canvas, and those blocks of color were instantly given entities and fell from the floating panel.

A straw was born out of thin air.

This is simply an idealistic perpetual motion machine - comparable to Ma Liang's magic pen!

"What you draw is what you get, this skill is too unscientific..."

Xu Chuilu carefully looked at the straw "created" by her, and many bold and crazy ideas had already sprung up in her mind.

But her ordinary thoughts were interrupted by a sudden hunger.

This kind of hunger was born suddenly after she finished drawing the straw, which made the already unhealthy body worse.

[Host, your current body is not strong enough to support you to carry out large-scale "creation".Because creation not only consumes the basic physical strength required for painting, but also deducts the "energy" of the object itself from your body. ]

……really.

What is Ma Liang about her, she is simply a painting machine that will wear out in the process of use.

[Fortunately, in the world you live in, there are many exercises to enhance physical fitness, as long as you concentrate on practicing...]

"Please tell me first, how much energy can my current physique support me?"

The drawing board interface is closed, and another translucent progress bar pops up.The rectangle was short and red, with its specific number marked at the end—10.

[Host, this is your current physical strength. ]

"How much is 10? Let's use straw as the unit of quantification. How much straw can I produce?"

[20 roots. ]

……

"That is to say, if I draw 20 straws, I will die of exhaustion on the spot... What do you mean?"

Chao Lu was silent for a while, as if thinking about how to not hurt the fragile self-esteem of the host without lying.

"Okay, I understand, the weak and fat man deserves to die suddenly."

Xu Cuilu lay back, and the narrow red progress bar was like the sword of Damocles hanging above her head, which caused more anxiety than the medical examination report.

[No, I think you're too skinny, you can actually beg the main character for some food if you want. ]

"Begging? She didn't kill me—so why didn't she kill me just now?"

[I think your tears relented her, which is why I suggested you beg her. ]

"...Morning Lu, maybe you should consider switching careers to become a strategy system for Otome games."

[If one day I have the freedom to choose, I will definitely consider your suggestion seriously. ]

"Also, I saw the draft of the fan diagram next to her that I didn't have time to delete. Is this your bug?"

[No, it's part of the picture, you drew it, so it exists.But since it is not on the same level as the other elements and is hidden in the software, only you can see it. ]

Xu Chuilu closed her eyes, reorganizing everything that happened just now in her mind.

She was able to communicate with Zhaolu for so long because she knew that the other person was not a real "person", she couldn't see it, she didn't need to look at it, and she didn't even need to speak... But other people in this world don't Same, they really exist and have the same characteristics as humans in the real world.

But not all the same.

There is a gap between ancient and modern times and reality in their language of movement and behavior. The experience of getting along with people accumulated over the past [-] years is almost invalid. She has to start from scratch and fill herself with more patient and meticulous observation than before. limited awareness.

I'm afraid Xiao Fangdao will come to interrogate her soon.

--What are you looking at?

She must have noticed the way she looks at the fan chart, and she will definitely ask about her identity and purpose.

……

Social horror people are already digging their toes in embarrassment just by imagining the scene that will appear.

"Chaolu, what happened to me before I came here? Did my body arrive in the painting before my consciousness?"

[You are a person from another world who descended suddenly after death, "Xu Chuilu" did not leave any traces in the world in the painting before.The moment before you woke up, Xiao Fangdao was investigating possible decent undercovers among his disciples, and then you—a completely unfamiliar face appeared, and she immediately picked you out.At that time, your consciousness had not yet returned to its original position, and your body was like a three-year-old idiot. Naturally, you couldn't answer her question, so she drew her sword at you in a rage. ]

"...My subsequent reaction was not much better than that of a three-year-old idiot. She must have thought that I was pretending to be stupid and perfunctory, pretending to be crazy to save my life."

[Things may not be so pessimistic—Host, someone is here. ]

Xu Chuilu quickly sat up from the ground.

She cautiously stared at the narrow door, and after a period of silent waiting, there were a few muffled knocks of knuckles against the wooden door outside.

During this process, she did not hear any footsteps.

Sure enough, in this world where every person is a master of light kung fu, the sound of footsteps that reveal one's whereabouts is a rare thing.

Before she could respond to the knock on the door, the door creaked and was pushed open.

What came into her sight was a pair of exquisite shoes, the man's ankle was tied with a circle of red rope, and two golden bells on it vibrated up and down with her movements, but what came out was not a clear ringing sound, but a kind of bug-like sound. Weird chirping noise.

The girl squatted down, brought out the steaming meals in the food box one by one, and placed them neatly and elegantly in front of her.

Xu Chuilu shrank in place and did not dare to move rashly.

The other party didn't look at her, but just touched the edge of the plate with her green onion finger, and finally stopped on the bowl of fried cashew nuts. She twisted a golden and plump cashew nut, and threw it into her mouth with her head raised.

The crisp sound of fried food being chewed is as touching as the girl's soft voice.

"Come and eat, I will take you to see the suzerain after eating."