What character did you drop

◎Sometimes, addition is easier to use than subtraction. ◎

As the protagonist of the original world, it seems that even if Qi Muyuan is hypnotized and some adventures that should belong to him disappear, in the end he still has his destiny trajectory that cannot be easily shaken.

Besides, how terrible is the man who is irritated?

Especially when he was completely injured just now, and found that things were not as he thought, this kind of Jedi outbreak is the most incalculable.

Fire-type superpowers have been very popular since the end of the world. This is due to the unrestricted nature-type superpowers, and also because their abilities are the most indispensable existence in everyone's daily life when the material is faulty. .

Thinking back, the reason why Yaori's team was able to gain a firm foothold in T City in a short period of time and outshine all forces with the result of the team's perfect survival was precisely because of Qi Muyuan, a fire-type supernatural being with an equally fast upgrade speed.

If it wasn't for the flourishing of various abilities in the later period, and Qi Muyuan's ability upgrade process was relatively bumpy, otherwise it is uncertain whether there will be a chance for Wei Ziqian to come out later.

──It's just that no one expected that after Wei Ziqian's space ability mutated, it was Qi Muyuan's fire attribute ability that also unexpectedly mutated!

"Tsk, if this continues, this space will not be able to hold on anymore."

Fang Xiuzhi ignored what the Zombie King had just said, and turned his attention back to the battle between Qi Muyuan and Wei Ziqian, his expression was not very good.

Because Qi Muyuan's fire ability has been transformed into 'fire poison', as long as the objects and spaces are contaminated by himself, along with body fluids such as blood and sweat, they will be stained with corrosive and destructive black and red fireworks.

They can't see the limit for the time being, even Wei Ziqian's supernatural ability can't handle it smoothly──

Everyone immediately saw him screaming in pain, and the whole person backed away muffled, until he was attached to an icicle, and then he managed to use the external environment to make himself feel better.

Even so, Qi Muyuan's attack with fire abilities did not show any restraint.

He even grinned when he saw that Wei Ziqian and other people who were unwilling to help would be affected as well, and triumphantly increased the output of his abilities.

"...Qi Muyuan, are you sick?" Kun Li tried hard to dodge while protecting her Tsing Yi for the sake of her sister's beautiful little face, cursing at the same time.

"Why are you talking nonsense with this person? He won't listen." Ge Shang couldn't see, holding the crystal nucleus in his hand, using the earth ability to create as much space as possible for everyone to avoid, said coldly.

"Hey, doctor, you have so many potions in your hand, at least find a way to get one to counteract my former boss's supernatural attack!" Wu Wei was bald because of this, and felt that he was a mustard, why? Just get involved in the battle of Tianwang Mountain?

"Hehe, how is it? This is your punishment for ignoring my pain earlier!"

In the past, tall, handsome, and known as an extremely attractive public lover, he has completely changed his appearance.

He is not reconciled to being abandoned by the times. He thinks that his ability has not reached the ceiling, so he would rather bear the pain caused by the mutation of the supernatural ability, and want these people to 'pay with blood'.

"I don't understand any changes in the plot, or the reincarnation of fate... I don't want to understand either."

Qi Muyuan was like a group of lone wolves, staring viciously at Wei Ziqian, who had an ugly and stiff expression, slowly licked his dry and chapped lips with the tip of his tongue, and sneered.

"Since you want to get rid of the shadow under my control so much, then let you never get rid of it!"

He did what he said, and his whole person looked gloomy and violent.

His big skinny palms crawled through the greasy and thin hair, and his narrow eyebrows and eyes were like knives, trying to cut through this restricted and rigid fate.

[Warning, a huge attack force has been detected, and the plot of the story has deviated by more than 70%. 】

[Warning, the host please act as soon as possible, otherwise the world will be broken. 】

At this moment, the notification from the system directly hit Fang Xiuzhi's mind, forcing him to face up to the crisis.

But what made Fang Xiuzhi feel helpless the most was that no matter Wei Ziqian and Qi Muyuan, their changes were 'from themselves'.

The time of reincarnation caused Wei Ziqian to change his choice. It was indeed related to someone putting on a plot to induce Wei Ziqian to change...but other than that, there was no 'opportunity' for Fang Xiuzhi to intervene in all the changes.

"So, isn't your ability intended to be used at this time?"

The zombie king noticed Fang Xiuzhi's embarrassment, thought about it, and put forward his own ideas.

"I think you are a little too persistent on the road of 'correction'."

"The development of destiny will change based on every choice of the protagonist. Since people refuse to follow your path, it means that they don't like this path."

"Then why don't you draw and compose a path that they will be willing to choose and cooperate obediently?"

A word to awaken the dreamer.

In the past, when Zhuo Fu crossed into a world, he would help them through teachers or even companions who became the protagonists, helping them to 'return' to the basis of the plot.

Of course, because many people were led astray by the misleading plot, Fang Xiuzhi always chose to erase the variables and those disturbances first.

Then it was not until he finally returned to his small space that he overturned the original plot and re-wrote the story for the protagonists with the plot and perspective that Fang Xiuzhi understood.

──It’s not a big problem with such a set of operations, but the system score I got didn’t go to the advanced score...

Fang Xiuzhi didn't understand in the past, but now he suddenly understands:

Because this choice is still from the perspective of 'Fang Xiuzhi', not from the thoughts and wishes of the protagonists.

"So do you know why my ability is 'shape shape'?"

The Zombie King knew that Fang Xiuzhi had a high comprehension ability, and he would never be disappointed by the choices the other party would make.

So after seeing the change in his expression, the Zombie King also showed a smile on his face, and decided to give Fang Xiu another push.

"'Deformation' is similar to your painting to a certain extent. It is also a means of using ideas as a shape, or making changes across time and space out of thin air or based on reality."

The only difference is that the Zombie King's 'masterpiece' must be supported by his own abilities, so if something goes wrong with the Zombie King, such as death or loss of abilities, all previous operations will be invalid.

However, the effect of Fang Xiuzhi's painting ability can be clearly seen, whether it is a hundred ghosts or a little pig, they can have their own independent time and space, so that they can practice, get hurt, be happy, be pessimistic... ...Variety.

"Your ability is the result of my ability through evolution and mutation." When the zombie king said these words, he suddenly lowered his voice, and the other party Xiuzhi said: "As the creator, you must believe in the power you have."

"If even you deny yourself, then you will only make the situation worse and worse, and even take a path that is completely contrary to the original expectation!"

"Qi Muyuan, all your schemes will never succeed."

In the arena, Wei Ziqian can be said to hate everything Qi Muyuan has done to him, whether it is good intentions or malice, whether it is attack or love, he feels disgusted.

Moreover, as a spatial ability user, Wei Ziqian didn't think that all the preparations he had made for today would be far from the same as the temporarily mutated Qi Mu.

"I'll prove it to you. Without you, the world may develop better in the last days!"

"Ah, I suddenly feel that it's superfluous for us to stand here...and it's obviously none of our business, and it's so annoying to pay for their suffering drama."

Next to him, Kunli snatched his younger sister Kunnu back from Tsing Yi's hands at some point, and complained to Ge Shang and the others.

"That's right, I feel like my precious time has been wasted by both of them."

Dr. Mingyu's expression was also a bit dark, he simply walked towards Fang Xiuzhi who was whispering to the zombie king, and said bluntly:

"Since you plan to use the Shanhe Brush to combine with supernatural powers, or else I will help."

In short, don't let Mingyu do it, you can get busy, even if it's not your own business...

"I'm coming, I'm coming too!"

When Wu Wei saw this, how could he watch everyone slip away one by one, while he still had to be a wallflower beside him?

Besides, neither Wei Ziqian nor Qi Muyuan and Wu Wei have any good impressions. It doesn't matter who wins. Why don't we see if the young master has any odd jobs.

──Maybe, after the other party finally researches the results, I can still share a small profit!

[This Fang Xiuzhi looks very powerful? 】

[Then can I ask for a fairy tale mushroom house that can be commonly used on the seabed? 】

【Don't you look at your own size?In this way, the young master will draw until he dies, right? 】

[Hey, but if this person and the king are one and two sides, then we still call him the king or the young master? 】

[Which one is not shouting?They can tell who we are calling, and we know who we are calling, isn't it good? 】

The sea monsters squatting in the rear are just about to move.

Previously, he and Wang traveled back and forth under the sea for a year. At first, they became younger brothers because they lost a fight. Later, because Wang was really strong, and they didn't get along with each other because of their looks.

Later, Wang also took them to cultivate their supernatural powers, so that they would not be confined to one place, and they could swim around and go ashore, and even occasionally go to the west for tooth-fighting festivals to experience the entertainment and ecology of different sea areas.

The algae reef, the sea in the sea, the other side of the trench... until the Shanhe pen was found before, it was the best proof that the sea monsters felt that the strange life was complete!

Wang also took a lot of photos for them, and the young master drew many beautiful paintings... Therefore, at least for the sea monsters, both Wang and the young master are worth following and cherishing!

the other end.

"Then I'll start first."

After Fang Xiuzhi suddenly became enlightened, he quickly closed his eyes to adjust his state, submerged his mind, mobilized all his concentration, and directed his abilities to Shanhe Pen.

Prior to this, Fang Xiuzhi did not fail to find ways to collect various materials to remake brushes, hoping to pursue stronger performance from these variables.

It's a pity that, as a passer-by who is not the protagonist of the story, Fang Xiuzhi's ability to express himself in a world has a ceiling.

In the past, he felt that it was not unacceptable for him to have the golden finger of the ability to switch roles because he had mastered the character cards that inherited characters from other worlds.

──But when he held the Shanhe brush in his hand and began to output powers to transform this different space, so that he drew a small animal or two at random, Fang Xiuzhi knew that he had made a picture in the past.

Strong is strong, cool is cool, but because of this, I can see that many roads in the past, including the way of thinking when writing, are narrowed by myself.

"Well, it feels like we're about to fall out of favor." Tsing Yi raised his eyebrows, and murmured thoughtfully to the five ghosts in a thunderbolt from the blue sky, "Look, as long as the master's painting skills get a breakthrough, there will be a wave of explosions in the future." .”

This was the case in T City and Qinghai before.

The number and roles of the Hundred Ghosts are not static, but rely on substitutes and reinforcements to form the current combination.

In addition, after entering the rift, Fang Xiuzhi's painting skills have also undergone an astonishing change... Tsing Yi feels that there will even be characters far more powerful than them appearing next.

"Ah, Tsing Yi Yi, are you jealous?"

At this time, Greedy Ghost said in a surprising way:

"But don't worry. After all, you are so capable. No matter how many new loves the master has in the future, you will be his most important object."

What's more, Fang Xiuzhi's performance all the time can be regarded as emphasizing love and righteousness. Baigui himself had voluntarily served as the experimental control group in the gap before, but was also rejected by Fang Xiuzhi himself in the end.

"Shut up and watch the changes!"

The poor ghost and the plague ghost are keenly aware of the crisis, and they know that even if the greedy ghost is right, they must not keep dancing on Tsing Yi's painful feet.

You should save your strength to face the stray bullets darting over there, or the tension in the world after the master has changed, instead of being beaten up by Tsing Yi, right?

If something goes wrong, or a wonderful picture is missed...they will never sympathize with this person...what a ghost!

[What is blue? ]

[If one layer of blue is not enough, one blue is wrong, then pile on. ]

The remaining memories of Fang Xiuzhi's character seemed to be revived in his body as they were added one by one.

──It's not that the character's "consciousness" comes out to fight for the master control, but actively delivers all the knowledge stored in the character to Zhuo Fu, the "creator".

[What do you want? ]

[Listen to your inner voice. ]

Why was this character created in the first place?Why help him write such a plot and follow such a fate?

[To bring out the depth of the blue, are you using cool greens and purples? ]

[What do you want to tell?What do you want to convey through the brush? ]

[Intuition is a kind of aesthetic power, but do you really know what kind of intuition you have? ]

What kind of character design do I want to write?What kind of story do I want to design?What kind of idea do I want to convey between the lines to the readers?

As an author, what kind of weapon am I holding in my hand?

[Work hard with the feeling of reaching the standard, even if you do what you like, you will be depressed. ]

[Is it lazy to do interesting things? ]

[Planning... or being planned, is a waste of time?Or a show of weakness? ]

At the very beginning, Fang Xiuzhi relied on a burst of enthusiasm when he wrote the essay, but the shining point could never remain.

So later Fang Xiuzhi learned to read other people's articles, looking for selling points that could be borrowed from them, but found that there seemed to be something wrong all along.

People's enthusiasm is very limited. If the feedback and dedication are not always proportional, sooner or later it will be exhausted and people will not be motivated at all.

──Is it right or wrong to create in a way that conforms to the standard and the public's aesthetics, and to write something that you don't like?

──Those who claim to be successful by writing what they like, are they real or fake?

[If, your painting, your ability can stand out without relying on talent...]

[Are you willing to pay for this and risk your life for it? ]

Fang Xiuzhi suddenly thought that in the past, someone said that 'it's good to treat things you like as hobbies', which was an adult's private assertion.

──People who can’t work hard because they don’t have anything they like.

──If you have something you like, it is only natural to put it in the most important position in your life.

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"Ge Shang, which side are you looking at?" Kun Li hugged his sister, obviously anxiously watching the battle between Qi Muyuan and Wei Ziqian, but as soon as he turned around, he found that his little friend had turned his head to look elsewhere, and was dumbfounded on the spot.

"Brother, little brother looks better."

Kun Nu didn't feel threatened there from the beginning to the end, instead, he rolled in Kun Li's arms with a smile on his face. Apple looked at Fang Xiuzhi's direction curiously and eagerly, as if he wanted to lean in, but he was caught by his brother .

"There are a lot of powers that can make people very comfortable. Let's go there a bit, shall we?"

"Where else can I look?"

Hearing this, Ge Shang was not in a good mood. On the one hand, he had to resist the desire to devour the power of Fang Xiuzhi's pen, and on the other hand, he had to deal with the idiot brothers and sisters around him.

"Qi Muyuan's fight with Wei Ziqian probably won't lead to anything, because it won't benefit anyone...Our real breakthrough is Fang Xiuzhi's side."

"It's hard to say, because the main deadlock is Wei Ziqian. What Xiao Fang can do is to promote the news that Wei Ziqian and Qi Muyuan are here."

Dr. Mingyu said earlier that he would go to help, but in the end he brought Wu Wei back in disgrace. Hearing this, he said helplessly:

"However, I guess Qi Muyuan has no way to break through the shackles of Wei Ziqian, so we really need to see how Xiao Fang will do it."

"What kind of world do you think we live in like this?"

Wu Wei spoke out suddenly, speaking in the astonished eyes of everyone.

"Everyone's intersection and changes are due to Wei Ziqian's constant reincarnation, the result of repeated choices...but think about why Wei Ziqian can do this?"

"If, we are actually in a movie or a story, we will encounter such a thing...isn't it..."

Wu Wei was an editor before the apocalypse, so he has naturally come into contact with many strange subjects.This is also the reason why Wu Wei hugged his thigh so decisively when he came to Yaori earlier, and made a direct betting decision.

After going through various ups and downs in the middle, although Wu Wei stopped thinking about this for a while, he judged from Wei Ziqian's admission that he had hypnotized Qi Muyuan just now.

──About varying degrees.

If it wasn't for Fang Xiuzhi's jumping out of the role of the young master, and even determined to take them away, then Wu Wei would have died in some corner long ago, and it's hard to say what kind of development Huaxia will have now.

"Even so, so what?"

In the end, it was still Dr. Mingyu who answered Wu Wei's words the fastest.This supernatural being alienated from plants showed a distinctive appearance at this moment, half of his body was covered by plants, and his eyes were covered by petals.

"As long as we live, that is the greatest answer."

"Is it wrong to care about which world we exist in? The universe is originally composed of countless parallel or time-staggered worlds."

"Even on the side of the wormhole that we don't know, there are exactly the same us living."

Ming Yu deserves to be a researcher, he even said to everyone with a big brain hole:

"And don't you think it would be more interesting if we were characters living in books?"

Ge Shang refused to comment on this, and said with a dark face: "...I'm sorry, my aesthetics makes me only tell you that if I can choose, I don't want to be a zombie."

As a result, Dr. Mingyu slapped his hands heavily, and made a gesture of "holding" towards Ge Shang, and said excitedly:

"That's right! That's it!"

Wu Wei hesitated a little, he seemed to understand what the doctor meant, but he was not so sure if it was what he understood.

"You mean, just because we are 'written'... so if we are not satisfied or willing to this fate, maybe we can use this to choose and ask for our fate to change ?"

Kunli was terrified when he heard the words, and he didn't quite understand why a thing that should be scary, after being put into their mouths, instead vaguely became something that was actually something to be proud of and look forward to?

"Then I want every one of mine to allow my brother's ability to jump up one level!"

Kunnu's reaction was faster than his brother's, and even this little Yankong was not looking at his brother, but Fang Xiuzhi in the distance.

"Hey, then I'll be rich and rich." The poor ghost always likes to join in the fun, and said with a smile next to him: "Everyone who accepts my bear hug can be sucked away from a little bit of poor luck and get rich and rich." probability."

"Then it's better to let me eat a handful of tofu, which will surely bring me some fortune." The rich ghost complained next to him, thinking that no wonder he was so poor, because even the ability to sell himself and formulate rules is so bad.

Fang Xiuzhi didn't notice that Qi Muyuan and Wei Ziqian almost lost both sides in the fight, he was falling into a rather miraculous state, even he himself couldn't understand why it happened.

The Shanhe Pen is worthy of being a divine tool, but what this thing can do, it seems that it is not as simple as casting a river and mountain and opening up a space.

Through the gap created by You Qi Muyuan and Wei Ziqian's fight, Fang Xiuzhi can find that the flow of time here is different from that of the outside world.

──Conversely, he can even boldly speculate that Shanhebi still has a chance to bring everyone back to the beginning of the original plot.

Fang Xiuzhi can rewrite a plot on the spot by himself, not as immature as in the past, but also able to define the development of the plot according to the needs of each character.

Even if the result of this is that the development of the plot may not be as expected, he will get a complete plot full of blood and flesh, and each character will go long and far in his own position.

The ending is naturally very important, but before that, what he should think about is whether these characters and these development trends are logical?

Otherwise, no matter how extravagantly written the text is, the result will still appear to be flat, causing readers to be at a loss after reading each book, and they will never even be able to figure out what the author wants to express.

The Shanhe Pen kept buzzing along with Fang Xiuzhi's ability, and the ink erupted in blue, green, purple... occasionally mixed with a little cinnabar red and orange dyed with safflower penetration. , to redraw one side of the world.

Following this change, the surrounding twelve pillars began to shake slightly due to the increasing strength.

Due to the growing commotion, Qi Muyuan and Wei Ziqian even forced Qi Muyuan and Wei Ziqian to stop for a while, each hid in a corner to lick their wounds, and watched the changes in the environment in amazement.

To this point, for the two of them, it was not only physical fatigue, but also a mental burden.

The supernatural powers are also tired, and the wounds are too numerous to enumerate. I didn't feel much when I hit it just now, but now I stopped suddenly and my eyes were almost black, and I couldn't feel anything.

──But why do you insist on killing you to the death?

──If they want to escape this tragic cycle, do they have other solutions?

"Hehe, don't think about it."

Qi Muyuan was already insane. He looked at Wei Ziqian who seemed to have come to his senses, and directly cut his wrist, using the blood to pull the fire ability, and rolled towards him.

"As long as I am still alive, as long as we are still in the same world, I will never allow you to be separated from me!"

There is also one person who is happy, and one person who is sad.

If you ask Qi Muyuan why he insists on Wei Ziqian, he can't tell, but he is even more unwilling to let go.

No matter whether this person brings him pain or hope, they have been chasing and fettering each other for so long, and the depths of their souls have long been attached to each other... If Qi Mu is asked to imagine the days without Wei Ziqian, he will probably go crazy.

"Then... it's better to destroy together."

Wei Ziqian's originally confused eyes slowly settled down and calmed down as Qi Muyuan yelled frantically one after another.

In the final analysis, he would be so active in wanting revenge on Qi Muyuan, could it be because he couldn't let each other go so easily because he didn't love or didn't want to, so he chose to be reborn continuously, intending to change the other party and himself through his own choices? ?

【Beep!If a vicious change in the plot is detected, the host is requested to make corresponding adjustments and changes immediately! 】

Fang Fang, the notebook elf, may have completed the tasks in the previous few worlds, so he unexpectedly appeared under the Shanhe Brush this time, intending to force Fang Xiuzhi to make changes.

But Fang Xiuzhi felt that sometimes there was no need to think about things so complicated.

At the beginning, he just wanted to write two protagonists who were entangled with each other and became entwined with each other.Although the result was not that satisfying, judging from the development of this road, Qi Muyuan and Wei Ziqian's struggle and difficulties were written correctly.

"Breaking point, breaking point... let me see where you are?"

Fang Xiuzhi insisted on resisting the pressure of the collapse and dissipation of this world, and held up the mountain and river brush that gradually became difficult to grasp as much as possible, looking for a breach in the story scroll of "City of Doomsday" that he drew.

What prompted Wei Ziqian to be reborn continuously?

And what made the zombie king transform?

Also, who added details to the story that shouldn't have been in the original plot?

Not by imagination, nor by habit, but by feeling, thinking, and debating personally, and then find what you want to express.

The process of brewing is painful, but when you really write and draw, this series of characters and strokes with sound, space and beauty are so touching and fascinating.

"...Fang Xiuzhi, you really surprised me."

The Zombie King looked at the young man who was almost lying on the ground drawing, and a complicated light flashed in his white eyes.

He hadn't thought of hinting at Fang Xiuzhi before, if it wasn't for too many disturbances around him and he was worried about the collapse of the world, the Zombie King wouldn't have said that.

"The organization is right, your learning and reaction speed is really fast, maybe I should learn to trust you, instead of being so wary of you..."

Ge Shang, Kun Li, and even Dr. Mingyu have already noticed something is wrong.

Especially Kunnu, the little girl gradually peeled off and discharged a lot of black body fluids that made people feel uncomfortable. After the discharge, her apple face became more crystal clear, lively and healthy.

"What are you doing, young master? Is it psychic? Or can he heal through space?" Dr. Mingyu's eyes lit up. If he hadn't been stopped by sea monsters, he would have wanted to slice the other's work.

"Look at those sea monsters... and Qi Muyuan and Wei Ziqian!"

Kunli's eyes are particularly good, especially after confirming that Kunnu is fine, he first took off the clothes that were stained on his body, and then turned to everyone in surprise with his bare chest and said:

"Could it be that Wu Wei's brain is right? And maybe the Shanhe brush is not just a painter's pen, but a writer's pen?"

That said, they are too proud of themselves.

Living in such a mysterious and interesting world, taking a risk that no one else can take in a lifetime, and finally getting the right to restart after loading the file──

When this is said, who can not say envy?

"If you can't hold on, let's not be in a hurry. It's important to go out first."

The Zombie King noticed more or less changes in other people, but he also keenly felt that he and 'Fang Xiuzhi' seemed to be slowly rejecting each other because they shared the same role.

However, the zombie king is very clear that he is a "tool man" who can be replaced by a new character at any time, but the boy opposite is completely different.

Without the other party, it is impossible for this story to go on smoothly, and even prevent the help of the center of this world: Qi Muyuan and Wei Ziqian, don't destroy yourself.

Fang Xiuzhi didn't feel the anxiety of other people. He wrote faster and faster, and he was no longer satisfied with the changes in a small space. Instead, he stood up slowly, supported his legs with his hands, and changed his The range expanded rapidly.

Hundreds of ghosts surrounded Fang Xiuzhi, his figure was sometimes clear and sometimes dim.But their eyes are clear and clear, and the soaring strength in their bodies is an iron-clad fact.

Starting with Tsing Yi, he traveled through the space and came to Fang Xiuzhi at some point. All the works he had ever drawn became the pillars of this different space.

──They are steadfast and trust their Creator, and they believe that things will only get better.

──Even if the bones are smashed and the flesh is pulverized during this period, after being reborn from the ashes, they will become a far better, brighter and more powerful existence than could be imagined in the past.

"It's a little...can't breathe." Ge Shang, Kun Li and Kun Nu frowned at the same time, as if they felt a certain point in their bodies, which was constantly turning with Fang Xiuzhi's brush.

On the other side, Qi Muyuan and Wei Ziqian both fell to their knees.

They had gone through a fierce battle before, their physical abilities were greatly depleted, and their emotions were also worn down a lot. They finally made the decision to die together, but they were stopped by Fang Xiuzhi's hands and feet who didn't know when.

"Could this be based on the proportion of 'contribution' to this world, which is why there are different degrees of weakness?"

After all, Ge Shang is a soldier who pays attention to data and changes. After simply communicating with Dr. Mingyu, and going through all the major events related to Fang Xiuzhi, he finally understood a little bit.

"Then if that's the case, everyone in T City should have the deepest bond with Fang Xiuzhi, right?"

Wu Wei pointed at himself, and then pointed at the Zombie King who had already put his hand weakly on the unaware Fang Xiuzhi, which was very puzzling.

"Because the two of them are one."

Ge Shang remembered that Wu Wei Mingming had an extraordinary sense of smell and talent in gossip, but when it came to serious matters, he seemed extremely dull and unenlightened.

"Since it is one body, even if it is split into adults and zombies, it will definitely be affected in the same way."

"It's just who is the master and who is the vassal, and who can control the overall situation and who can only accept orders. This is the situation where we should be most worried about how much we will be affected in the future."

Selfishly speaking, it would definitely be a good thing for everyone if Fang Xiuzhi had the upper hand.

But Fang Xiuzhi is not from this world, he is like an accidental passerby, and found that this world has some shortcomings, so he chose to give them a hand.

[If I have to become what the world thinks it should be, I will probably die, right? ]

[Only my liking, and my approval...is the weapon to protect me? ]

[Tangled, groping, comprehending, being criticized, and then praised... until the creation was born. ]

Draw, draw, draw, keep drawing.

The Shanhe brush keeps splashing ink and slanting colors according to the thoughts and ideas of the holder, constantly presenting what Fang Xiuzhi thinks, sees, hears and understands in front of everyone.

The ability poured out endlessly, and the system's alarm was no longer heard.

Fang Xiuzhi couldn't feel the change of time. He himself felt suffocated at a certain moment, but quickly regained his breath, and smoothly swam in the painting he was about to complete.

There is actually no blue in the last days, right?

After all, come to think of it, the sky was never normal, sooty, and even the sun never really hit the surface.

The sea water is also dark, dark green, countless plankton and the power and secretions of sea monsters floating around, making the sea water extremely mixed.

[Sometimes, when subtracting or trying to unravel doesn't work...]

[You can try addition. ]

Suddenly, the memory of Fang Xiuzhi's body suddenly emerged, roaring all the way to his brain.

Why stick to what you see?

Create...Write...Draw...

As long as you follow your heart and listen to your body, maybe you don’t have to be so afraid.

What is genius, talent, and mediocrity?

Don't limit yourself, don't be afraid to question yourself, don't be afraid to take that step after step.

One stroke at a time, the gradually deepening strokes, together with the water ability that continuously flooded the feet of everyone, turned into dots of stars and penetrated into the body.

The blue of the air, the blue of the sea, the blue of drinking water, the blue of tears, more than half of the human body and the mother planet of the earth are water, which is the most important element and the origin of all things.

And at this moment, the different space is being gradually filled by these waters, and then, extending outward──

"Wow?"

"what is this?"

In the doomsday city, the sky is sprinkled with continuous autumn rain, spanning the entire China, and then pushing it all the way to every corner of the world.

People who were almost unable to support themselves due to the tide of zombies suddenly found that under the care of the rain, the strength in their bodies was instantly filled...

"Wait, look over there!"

At this moment, someone even discovered that the tide of zombies not far away was slowly stopping because of the rain, and their bodies were slowly sliding down.

The wounds on their bodies are healing, ushering in the real