The Heartthrob Becomes An NPC In the Supernatural Live Broadcast

He was wearing an old-fashioned, gray long shirt, a loose V-neck, showing the marks of cuts and seams on his neck, and holding a shiny knife in his hand, as if he would cut off his head if he moved.

When the ghost in the painting appeared, the painters held their faces in their hands, and said nympho: "The young master is here."

"Call me Your Highness the Prince!" The ghost in the painting kicked a paint man away and ground his teeth.

The paint rubbed against him, and he rubbed it with his hand, then picked up the paintbrush.

In the nympho eyes of the paint man, he intends to fill in that faceless painting.

And Su Nanzhi looked a little listless.

After meeting the other person face to face, he could see even more that the ghost's eyebrows and eyes in the painting were somewhat similar to his own.

Refined brows and soft contours.

It's just that the other party's eyes are sharp and stubborn, always proud and unyielding.

Coupled with the attitude of opening the mouth, it seems to be a bit of a serious illness.

Looking at that face, Su Nanzhi felt uncomfortable.

He had to admit that the gentle adoptive father might not love him.

Otherwise why kill him?

Why did he find a child similar to him so quickly?

He couldn't stand the grievance, and with the last trace of luck, he asked, "Are you the child brought back by the adoptive father?"

"……Um."

The other party was stained with bright red paint, which was painted little by little on the faceless painting.

He grinned, bowed his head, his black hair covered his cheeks: "Face... I like your face."

Little by little, Su Nanzhi's face was drawn on the pale-shaded paper.

But no matter how you paint, there is no way to achieve perfection.

The beauty of Su Nanzhi cannot be painted.

His beauty should not belong to paintings, but to the grand world.

The ghost in the painting trembled all over, and seemed very dissatisfied with it.

Why is there such a beautiful, yet indescribable face in the world?

The ghost in the painting is staring at the boy, the boy lowers his head, his slender shoulders tremble slightly, as if he hates him.

Thinking of this, the knife in his hand slowly clenched.

whee.

Since I can't draw it.

Then cut his face off.

Just like that perverted righteous-father did to him.

"Chuck! Chuck! Chuck!"

He stabbed the painting with a knife, slowly raised his head, with a wanton smile on his face.

"……I want……"

Before the words fell, the person in front of him was crying "batterbatter".

"Ah woo woo..."

He shrunk his small and soft body, sobbing, trying not to cry out.

The knife in the ghost's hand in the painting unconsciously put down.

An unprecedented sense of panic swept over him, the ghost in the painting dropped the knife, and the glass ball stared at the boy.

Just like he stared at the boy countless times.

It is no longer a silent scene, the young man is alive in front of his eyes, his frowning and breathing are so vivid, even crying, it makes people... the tip of the heart softens, and it starts beating crazily again.

He swallowed, and there was fire in his pupils.

"You, you... why are you crying?"

After not speaking normally for a long time, the vocal cords of the ghost in the painting are hoarse.

His expression was tense, and his eyes never left the boy.

The boy curled up on the snow-white velvet bed, with one foot resting on the edge of the bed, the snow-white socks piled up at the ankle, and the calf was slender and white.

There were spring-like teardrops in the almond eyes, falling silently and patteringly, the tip of the nose and the end of the eyes were dyed a pretty water red.

Being watched by such a pair of tearful eyes, the other party wrapped himself tightly around him emotionally.

The boy was pampering the ghost, and was also grieving himself.

The ghost in the painting suddenly remembered.

He once came here with the idea of ​​"getting happiness".

He also thought he was "His Royal Highness".

But when the hotbed of sweetness turns into poisonous snakes spitting out letters, happiness is shattered.

All of this was experienced by the real little prince in front of him.

But he became a weak little ghost, and it was not until many years later that he completed the truth from the fragments of things that were right and wrong.

his little prince.

Falling in the mud, not stained with dust.

The eyes of the ghost in the painting were heavy, and he walked slowly.

The ignorant paint man was chattering.

"Prince, His Royal Highness."

"It's not finished yet..."

"You still have to draw faces for us!"

"Hold Your Highness, don't let him leave!"

At this time, the paint man suddenly rebelled, holding the paintbrush next to him, and pointed at the ghost in the painting.

This group of little creatures is no more than arm's height, and because they have no faces, they look ridiculous.

"...something that is not afraid of death!" The ghost in the painting kicked one of them away.

The few remaining paint men shivered, huddled together, and burst into tears: "Wow, your highness!"

The system covered its mouth to prevent itself from crying: "Scared the group npc! Host, does such an awesome host exist??? Wow, host, you are amazing, you actually unlocked the fairy tale package in the mall!! Note: Fairy Tale packages can only be sold to players."

Su Nanzhi: ...

Why is this atmosphere value the same as the seeds in the ground, growing up by themselves?

Without waiting for Su Nanzhi to think about it, the ghost in the painting walked up to him, condescending, with deep eyes.

"It's not His Royal Highness!" The ghost in the painting knelt on one knee, looked at Su Nanzhi, and said, "He is His Royal Highness."

His eyes were piercing, like a star falling into the darkness: "My Royal Highness."

He stretched out a hand to gently hold the other's ankle.

Su Nanzhi's ankles were white and translucent, and her ankle bones were clear and raised.

The ankle is piled with socks, wrapping the slender calf.

The ghost in the painting slowly pulled up his socks, and rubbed his fingers over his skin.

The pure white socks outlined the beautiful calf outline, holding the calf with big hands, and gently exerting force, you can see that the end of the boy's eyes are red, and tears are rolling in the eye sockets.

"It's so beautiful when you cry." The ghost in the painting whispered, the brush-like eyelashes drooping, casting a shadow on the cheek, and the shadow covered the blush on the dead white cheek.

Big pale hands pinched the opponent's waist, and the ghost in the painting hugged him up.

The paint people all probed their brains, and a "?" appeared on their white faces.

"Are you going to draw faces for us?"

"I want a pretty face too!"

"Huh... went to the mirror? Don't you want to paint your face?"

The paint man's expression changed to a "TT".

A thick cashmere blanket was laid in front of the floor-to-ceiling mirror.

Rose patterns hovered on the floor-to-ceiling mirror, reflecting the entangled two people in front of them.

Su Nanzhi's eyes were red, and the ghost in the painting grabbed her waist from behind.

Water droplets hang from the wet eyelashes, from the tips of the ears to the nose, the red like watercolor is evenly distributed.

The legs are sunken in cashmere, the skin is as white as jade, and the bent knees are slightly pink.

The ghost in the painting reached out and grabbed his chin, forcing him to look into the mirror.

"My little prince, do you know why your adoptive father wanted to kill you?"

The person in the mirror had teary eyes, trembling pupils, and pale lips.

For Su Nanzhi, his adoptive father, housekeeper, and neighbors are his only relatives.

During the ten years he lived in the castle, he has been very happy.

Even though he couldn't leave the castle and looked at the same sky every day, he was still very happy.

He thought that when he became an adult at the age of 18, he could go and see the outside world.

But he didn't expect that on his birthday, he was killed by his adoptive father.

He tremblingly replied: "Why, why?"

He wanted to know, and was afraid to know.

Tears slid down the cheeks, and hot tears dripped onto the fingers of the ghost in the painting.

The ghost in the painting pursed his lips. He pinched Su Nanzhi's chin, making him tilt his head and look at him.

"It hurts, it hurts so much..." Su Nanzhi burst into tears, her eyelashes were wet.

The ghost in the painting stretched out his tongue, licking his fragility.

Tears could not be tasted, but they drove him mad.

"Because...he is afraid of you growing up, he is afraid of losing your beautiful face, and wants to keep you at the age of 18 forever...What a romantic reason."

No.

Not romantic at all.

Like some serious illness.

Su Nanzhi's chin was pinched by the ghostly pincer-like hands in the painting, and the pain made him burst into tears.

He felt uncomfortable when he heard the words of the ghost in the painting.

Happiness is like a bubble that bursts when exposed to light.

He saw the face of the ghost in the painting from his wet eyes, and asked, "What about you? Did the adoptive father kill you for the same reason?"

Speaking of himself, the ghost in the painting suddenly stopped talking.

He caressed Su Nanzhi's cheek with his fingers, and slowly stopped at the barely visible Adam's apple.

"...Why are you so pretty?"

He could hardly restrain his desire for the other party.

Want to watch him, let him stay here forever.

Be with yourself in hell forever.

He doesn't want to kill him.

Killing is the lowest form of looting.

And more advanced is...

Love.

The ghost in the painting is pinching the opponent's waist, gradually exerting force, and then put forward an idea: "Don't you like this place? Then stay with me forever."

"Do you like human heads, roses, blood, paint people?"

"It doesn't matter if you don't like it, I will draw whatever you want."

Su Nanzhi squeezed out a few words: "...I want to eat ice cream, the kind with smiling faces on it."

The ghost in the painting let go of him, picked up a pen to draw on the paper, and drew a black circle.

Then something drawn jumped out.

It stuck to Su Nanzhi's forehead blackly, trying to devour him.

The paint men held their faces, one by one turning into the shouts of Van Gogh.

"Ah, it's going to be eaten."

"A good face is eaten!"

"Ah woo woo!"

"Oh!" Su Nanzhi pulled the things off her face, with tears in her eyes: "This is not ice cream."

"Impossible!" The ghost in the painting was furious, his personality was cloudy and uncertain, after being denied by Su Nanzhi, the whole ghost became irritable.

"How can I not draw well! It must be you, you despise me! You don't want to stay here!"

His entire face turned hideous: "My Prince, if you don't stay here, where do you want to stay?!"

He picked up the cold knife on the ground again and tilted his head.

The smile on his face gradually split, and his pupils were dark.

"You want to follow others? No, you can only be with me!!"

"you are mine!"

"You can only be mine!!"

The cold knife reflects the face of the ghost in the painting——

Countless struggling souls shook and roared.

"its mine!"

"its mine!"

"It's ours, my dear prince!"

Su Nanzhi took a step back and kicked a paint man with his heel.

The paint man let out a "wow", and the faceless villain suddenly bared his teeth and hugged his feet.

"Ah!" Before Su Nanzhi could react, the other villains rushed up one after another and pinned his hands and feet.

The fused paint figures turned into a cross and stood up.

And the cold tip of the knife was facing Su Nanzhi's heart.