The Fairy of the King [Comprehensive]

There is no night on Namek, and I don’t know what time it is when I wake up. I lie on the hammock and look up at the sky. The petals of the Aki tree fall from time to time, and the focus of my eyes moves unconsciously. I look at Aki who has grown into a towering tree. Tree, it’s rare for me to have the idea of ​​painting, instead of holding a tablet computer to play in the dark, addicted to games and unable to extricate myself.

The national artists of the Fairy Kingdom have developed a variety of artistic styles and artistic presentation methods, some of which are mainstream and generally accepted by the public, and some are non-mainstream with a small audience and a small appreciation group.As a soul painter, I can not only understand the realistic style of Fairy Kingdom art, but also the freehand style of ink painting, and the abstract style that shows subjective thoughts, drifting between mainstream and non-mainstream.

I drew inspiration from Akishu and painted to my heart's content, obsessed with artistic lyrical ecstasy.

"What is this?" A voice came from the side.

"My masterpiece of art." I was in the middle of my head, but I didn't answer, and my eyes were fixed on the drawing paper.

"Art?" There was confusion in the voice.

I felt Meluem leaning over, quietly looking at the paper on the drawing board, without saying a word.

It just so happened that my creation was coming to an end, and the last stroke was done. I took off the drawing board and showed it to the other party, and asked excitedly, "How is it?!"

Meluam looked at the drawing board in thought, his purple eyes moved, and drifted between the Aki tree and the drawing board. In the end, he didn't say anything, just picked up the brush and palette I put down, and observed carefully. Looked like it would be tempting to try it out for yourself.

"Would you like to try it?" Seeing that he seemed to be interested in painting, I asked casually.

Meluem nodded, "I want to try to draw the outline of the actual object with paint on white paper and reproduce it on paper."

I took off my painting, pressed the drawing board to the easel, and re-fixed a piece of white paper on the drawing board, "Have you touched this before?"

Even though I asked this question, I think Meluam has never been in contact with it. At most, I have seen it in TV dramas, or learned that there is such a skill as painting from the Internet.It is best to be a guide for beginners. Letting him draw casually is a waste of paper and paint. I thought about it. With Meruam’s super learning ability, don’t be too easy to draw inferences from one example. Talking too much is a waste of time. , let him do a demonstration first, and then ask him to draw a few pictures, maybe he will get the hang of it.

Meluem saw it when I was drawing the Aki tree just now, and I finished drawing the characters next.

I chose Meluem as the center of the figure painting, and watching my own image copied on paper may give him more insight.

With the paintbrush in one hand and the palette in the other, I concentrated on sketching the quiet and peaceful sleeping face of Meluem when he was lying in the hammock just now. He closed his eyes and rested on one of his arms. Falling, softening the picture.The angle of view is viewed from top to bottom through the Aki tree, which has a strong sense of picture and a more contrasting visual effect.

Time always flies when I focus on something. When I finished this figure painting, I let out a sigh of relief.

"I understand." Meluem looked at the painting thoughtfully, and nodded solemnly to express her understanding.

I don't know what he understood. Now that he said that, I put a brand new brush and palette into his hands, and put a piece of white paper on the drawing board by the way.

I took out my tablet and clicked on the unfinished game. Looking at the familiar picture and the familiar music, I couldn't help being addicted to the game, and vowed to clear the game today.Playing games while humming a little song, the happy time passed quickly. Anyway, when I came back to my senses, I finally remembered to take a look at Meluem's paintings. He had already completed two figure paintings and was painting the third one. Very efficient.

The first picture is me holding a tablet computer and playing games. I finally know what it looks like when I am addicted to games.In the frozen picture, my eyes are shining, and I am smiling excitedly, showing what kind of realm it is to have fun, and the corners of my eyes and brows are vivid.This is the first time I saw someone else playing games in a painting. Looking at the painting, I was addicted to the game, like a mentally retarded person.

The second painting is still me, sleeping in a hammock. The visual angle is the same as the character painting I painted for Meluem. It’s like a photo frame, and the protagonist has changed.

The third painting I'm creating is actually a picture of me soaking in the bathtub! ! ╰_╯#

Immediately, I stretched out my hand and tore the painting off, tearing it into slag in twos and threes, and turned it into flying ash under the magic of the flame.

The creation was suddenly interrupted, and Meluam looked quite dazed. He had a paintbrush in one hand and a palette in the other. He didn't realize what was going on. He looked at me sideways, his purple eyes full of confusion.

"No, quasi, draw, this, this!" I said emphatically every word.

Meruam looked at me, still puzzled, he frowned, "I can't draw well?"

"In short, you are not allowed to draw this kind of painting!" I held my breath, really wanting to give Meluem a head-butt.

Looking at me calmly, Meluem put down his brush and palette, and fixed a piece of white paper on the drawing board. He looked at the blank drawing paper for a while, as if he couldn't figure out what to draw, and looked sideways. I persistently asked: "Why can't I draw? I want to draw your appearance, but I don't want to draw anyone else except you. It is not worth making me draw."

Meruam's purple-red eyes were calm and calm, straightforward and innocent without any distracting thoughts, purely discussing the matter, expressing his thoughts without any other meaning, on the contrary, it seemed that I was making trouble for no reason.

"...In short, don't draw me without clothes!" I gritted my teeth.

Meruam's gaze became even more perplexed. He stared fixedly at me. After studying it for a long time, he finally determined what it was. I first drew a full-body portrait of him without clothes. Only the state officials were allowed to set fires and the people were not allowed to light lamps.

After understanding what he meant, I almost knelt down!

He doesn’t wear clothes at all, okay? I thought about wearing clothes for him before but it was ruined. Later, he evolved dragon scales, covering his lower body like wearing pants made of scales. It’s not visually obvious. I don't care about the feeling.Can his situation be the same as mine!

Now the question is, how do I explain the importance of clothes to me to a guy who doesn't have any shame in wearing them?

Think for three seconds, give up resolutely, there is no way to speak clearly, and he may not be able to understand even after he drools, because he doesn't wear clothes.

In order to prevent Meluem from letting himself go when he was free, I decided to teach him by hand. Fortunately, the third picture was not completed. Seeing the general outline, I guessed that it should be that scene. After all, I was also very impressed. It was the first time in my life that I was Stuck in the bath.

I wiped my face and refused to recall.

I searched from the drawing tools, and I dug out a homemade charcoal pencil, and decided to teach him how to sketch.

I used earth magic to create a sphere as a mold for the sketch, starting from the simplest.

I sketched on white paper according to the sphere, and explained briefly.I didn’t feel it when I listened to the elders giving me art classes. When I explained to others, I found it really difficult. I have to describe what I understand in a way that others can understand. I have never been a teacher. In some places, it is inevitable that the explanations are dry, and I feel a little bad when I talk about it. In many places, the words do not express the meaning, but as the only student, Meluem does not dislike it at all, and listens to my explanation quietly.

He wasn't impatient, so I shut up and didn't want to talk about it, let him start sketching, and wait until he encountered any problems.I don't know whether to say that Meruam has artistic talent, or that he is very easy to copy gourds, and copied them easily. The reference objects are faithfully and perfectly reproduced on white paper, which is very suitable for realism.

After drawing a spherical mold and a square mold, Meluem seems to have grasped the trick, and went directly to the sketch of the figure, and it was still me.

A disc-shaped spaceship fell from the sky and landed not far away. The glass cover on it was opened, and I saw a small alien inside. He jumped off, looked at us for the first time, and walked straight over.

"Excuse me, is Bulma here?" the alien asked, "I'm Galactic Patrolman Jake, I need to talk to Bulma."

The image of the other party, how should I put it, is very similar to a miniature version of Ultraman, and the eyes are almost the same.

He looked at Meluem and me, "You shouldn't be from Namek, are you?"

"No. For Bulma... rest in the room over there. Everyone is sleeping. Wait a little bit." I replied.

"So that's how it is." Jake nodded in understanding, "Namek has three stars, and there is no night. It's really impossible to tell what time it is by looking at the sky. It's just that they are all resting, why aren't you?" He looked Painting tools, "Could it be that you are creating art all night? Indulging in art and unable to extricate yourself?"

I thought about it, nodded, "Yes, that's it."

"Since Bulma won't wake up later, I have something to ask. If you know Bulma, do you know why she suddenly contacted me and asked me to come over?" Jake's voice sounded quite worried, "Suddenly called When I come here, I always have a bad feeling."

"You don't know?" I was surprised, "You came here without knowing?"

What a great trust this is, definitely not as simple as knowing each other, right?

"...Uh, this is a long story. In short...cough cough, I have a good relationship with Bulma and her sister, and I was really surprised to contact me on my own initiative, so I came here." Jacques Trying to pretend nothing happened to hide his discomfort, although I don't know what his discomfort is, it doesn't prevent me from understanding.

"Actually, it's nothing. It's just that the bosses of two cosmic criminal gangs were arrested, and the police want to hand it over to the Galaxy Patrol." I summed it up.

"Really." Jacques breathed a sigh of relief, let go of the big rock in his heart, as if the whole person came alive, immediately put on a poss, and said confidently: "No problem, just leave it to me, Galactic Patrol Super Elite Jacques, at your service!"

"The criminal gang these two guys belong to is very powerful, and they are carrying out crazy criminal activities across the galaxy. They must be tried strictly and fairly, and punish them with the hammer of the law. Tell the villains in the universe that evil can never prevail. Scattered in the universe The rest of the party everywhere also ask the Galaxy Patrol to work hard, the boss has caught it, and the remaining little ones are nothing to worry about, but it is definitely not okay to let them go." I said seriously to Jacques.

"I understand." Jake also nodded seriously.

The scene was filled with the atmosphere of the police and the people working together to build a harmonious universe, and it was enjoyable.

"Since you also know, please take me directly to see the criminals you have caught. As a super elite of the Galaxy Patrol, I have a lot of work to do every day, and I have many things to do every day. After taking people away, I have other things to deal with. Jake demanded, sounding eager.

"Have you not seen Bulma?" I was a little surprised.

"No, the super elites of the Galaxy Patrol are very busy." Jacques replied in a dignified manner.

Well, since he said so, I don't care.

I led Jacques to an abandoned house of the Namekians. The reason why it was abandoned was because the Aki tree overgrown the house. It can be used as a temporary detention place. Anyway, there are me in the two of them. seal.As a big brother, Frieza and the Kurdish king are treated better, at least they are placed in the house, like those undead soldiers. Before I went to bed, the abandoned house was still empty outside, and now a string is tied outside. A string of small soldiers, it is estimated that they captured all the survivors later, I guess it should be done by the Namekians.

Jacques counted the number of minions, "there are too many, my spaceship can't hold so many at one time. These are the subordinates of the two criminal gang bosses you mentioned? Uh..."

"What's wrong?" Seeing that Jake seemed to be thinking about something, I asked.

"I seem to have a little impression of the one they wear on their left ear." Jake crossed his arms and mused.After thinking for a while, he couldn't figure it out, so he put down his hands, "Forget it, let's take a look at their leader first."

Pushing open the door, Jake standing at the door seemed to be petrified all of a sudden, trembling all over, I saw his legs trembling.

After being stiff for a while, as if waking up from a dream, he slammed the door shut, leaning his back against the door panel and panting desperately.

"I seemed to be hallucinating just now..." Jake panted like a fish out of water, extremely unbelievable, with a look of doubt about life.

He panted for a while, then turned his eyes to me, full of hope, "Who is locked inside? I must have read it wrong, maybe it's just similar? That kind of thing is impossible... The Evil Emperor Foley Sa..." As he spoke, Jacques trembled violently, "It is impossible for a scary guy of that level to be locked up in this dilapidated house, I must have read it wrong..."

As he spoke, he carefully opened a crack in the door and looked inside through the crack. As if seeing a ghost, he slammed the door shut and pressed the door panel to prevent the monster from running out.

"You read that right, the one locked inside is Frieza, and the other one is his father, King Kurd." I cruelly pierced Jake's self-deception.

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh ah Ah! I'm a small shrimp compared to him! I'm alone, I'm alone...! Do you want me to escort Frieza in my own small spaceship?! Don't be kidding, at least one should be launched Escort of the space fleet!!"

I casually gave Jake a wind spell, and he didn't notice that he was floating in the air at all. His short legs swung quickly, as if fleeing for his life, and he was sweating profusely, "I knew it would be bad to have something to do with Bulma! When it comes to Frieza, the super elite will die too!"

Then, he finally realized that he hadn't taken a step away, and had been running on the spot. Looking down, his feet were floating in the air, and he was shocked, "What's going on?!"

"As a super elite of the Galaxy Patrol, don't you feel ashamed when faced with a suppressed criminal who wants to escape?" I said calmly.

"That's different, this is not an ordinary criminal!" Jake collapsed, "Do you know how many planets he destroyed, how many people he killed, how many races he exterminated?!"

"This is a great achievement. When the time comes, you can claim that you caught it. From then on, you will be appreciated by your boss, get promoted and raise your salary, and reach the pinnacle of your life!" I persuaded.

"Am I that kind of person? I won't snatch other people's credit, at most it's a side support!" Jacques said righteously, righteously.

"...so noisy...early in the morning..." Bulma pushed open the door of the capsule house, and stood at the door sleepily. She yawned, "What the hell is going on..."

"Bulma!" Jake excited.

Seeing that he seemed to want to run towards Bulma, I undid the magic, and as soon as he was free, Jake quickly ran in front of Bulma, praying with both hands, "Princess Bulma, Queen Bulma, please, let me go!" let's go!"

"Huh?" Bulma was at a loss. She rubbed her sleepy eyes, looked at Jake in front of her, and at me. She suddenly realized, and said loudly: "Are you considered a super elite like this? It's just that you didn't move It's just a prisoner of the law!"

"Hey... I don't want to be killed on the way to escort, Princess Bulma!" Jake cried bitterly, "This kind of scene often happens, there must be many loyal people like Frieza. Subordinate, if I come to rob the prisoner, I will die!"

"It's easy to handle, just find a powerful guy to accompany you to escort!" Bulma turned her head and raised her voice, "Wukong! Wukong!"

Before Goku could answer, Vegeta's voice came first.

"It's so noisy to the woman, such a loud voice!"

"Shut up, I didn't tell you!" Bulma pushed back.

"What woman are you talking about!" Vegeta said violently.

"...Okay, okay, stop arguing, what's the matter with Bulma?" Wukong's voice sounded like he was still awake.

After a while, he walked to the door, saw Jake, and looked at him blankly.

"Let Wukong go with you, he is very powerful, even if anyone wants to save Frieza, he will definitely be beaten away by Wukong." Bulma was full of confidence.

"Is it..." Jacques doubted.

I walked to the door of the capsule house, and asked casually, "We captured two super-S level criminal gang bosses in the universe. Is there any reward for the Galaxy Patrol?"

"Uh……"

"No?" I glanced over.

"There should be..." Jake said dryly.

"Not bad." Bulma showed interest, "What kind of currency is the bonus? Is there a common currency in the universe? If it can't be used on Earth, it's useless to bring it over, right?"

"This... I don't know the specific situation." Jacques shook his head, looking dejected.

We are not interested in bonuses or anything, Bulma seems to just casually ask, interested in what kind of currency will be issued, it is almost the same at this point, Jake can't resist, so he can only watch Wukong enter and imprison Frieza and Kurd Wang's abandoned house, when he came out with one hand in each hand, he entered his spaceship with Wukong with tears streaming down his face.

Watching the spaceship leave, Bulma suddenly shouted: "Oops! Wukong is gone, so here is..."

Turning his head to look, his expression was disgusted.

I followed my gaze and saw Vegeta.

"What should I do, wait until Wukong comes back, or... Gohan is just a child, and Krillin..." Bulma covered her face, depressed, suddenly, she put down her hand and looked at me with bright eyes, "Bicui Silk!"

"I see." I said politely, "Let me cast a protective magic on it."

"please!"

"Cut!" Vegeta looked disdainful.

Frieza and the Kurdish king were taken away, and the remaining miscellaneous soldiers are still tied up. I have to think about whether to use the remaining value or how to deal with it.

I went back under the Aki tree, and Meluem was sitting calmly drawing a sketch. When I looked up, it was still my portrait.