The villain wears me back

When he was young, Feng Jingliang was very envious of his deskmate.

During the drawing class, everyone put out their own pencil cases.His deskmate always took out his expensive set of 72 crayons and placed them on the next table.

And Feng Jingliang's own pencil case only has twelve colors of crayons in it. Compared with the colorful colors next to him, he is always envious and jealous.

The beautiful crayon box placed beside him looks like a gorgeous handicraft in the eyes of the child. Feng Jingliang really wants to try the colors painted by each pen above, and then take every missing color as his own.

He asked his deskmate if he could use these rich brushes, and his deskmate thought about it, then nodded.

"If you help me draw, I'll lend you a brush." ​​The elementary school deskmate agreed.

Feng Jingliang was very happy, and in the name of painting, he did painting homework for his deskmate again and again.

He was very happy with these colorful brushes.

It's even better if it's your own.

But he was very curious why his deskmate had so many beautiful crayons, but he never used them himself, but lent them to others time and time again.

Later, after school one time, my deskmate happily told him about it.

"Feng Jingliang, thank you for helping me draw so many paintings." The deskmate was rewarded by the teacher with his paintings again, and the whole person was very happy, "Come on, let me tell you a secret!"

Feng Jingliang followed his deskmate to the playground, picked up a branch, drew a stick figure of an apple on the ground, and pointed to the picture on the ground mysteriously: "Look!"

Feng Jingliang fixed his eyes, and then saw that the stick figure turned into a red apple, which came out directly from the ground.

"!"

Feng Jingliang was stunned.

The same table drew bananas and oranges on the ground, and soon all kinds of weird fruits popped up one after another under his painting, which was so real that it was unbelievable.

Feng Jingliang wiped his eyes, and found that although the paintings at the same table were simple strokes, they were well drawn, even better than his.

Feng Jingliang was a little bit jealous, he looked at his deskmate enviously: "Wow, you have superpowers, why don't you show them in front of the teacher?"

"I want to show it too." The tablemate was a little depressed when he heard the words, "But my parents and a strange uncle don't allow me to draw these things in front of people."

"why?"

"It is dangerous to say so."

The same table replied.

Feng Jingliang was very disdainful when he heard this.Being able to make the things he paints come true is the ability he dreams of having. If it is him, the more he draws, the better.

He knew the secret of his deskmate, and he was really envious.

It's a pity that he doesn't have this ability.

From then on, Feng Jingliang still painted for his deskmate, but when painting with a brush, he would secretly hide those beautiful colors for himself.

Anyway, his deskmate has such good abilities, it doesn't matter if he holds a few paintbrushes.

The deskmate found that he had fewer paintbrushes, but he didn't care.There are too many children in the class who envy him that he has 72 colors. He doesn't know who borrowed the brushes and didn't get them back. Anyway, he doesn't use these brushes. He didn't realize that Feng Jingliang stole them for a while.

On the contrary, it was the deskmate who told him his biggest secret, and regarded Feng Jingliang as his good partner.During class, he still asked Feng Jingliang to help him draw, but after school, he and Feng Jingliang sneaked together to play the game of "Wiping to Draw Comes True".

The game was very fresh at the beginning, but after the drawing, it was a bit tired of drawing.

"How about we draw something exciting?" Feng Jingliang suddenly suggested.

"What's exciting?" The deskmate immediately became interested.

Feng Jingliang thought about the cartoons he watched recently, put his palms together and smiled quickly: "How about we draw a monster with tentacles, a mouth, and teeth, and see if it can become real!"

The deskmate blinked, thinking that he had never drawn this thing before, and he didn't know whether this kind of thing that only existed in cartoons could become real with his hands.

"Okay!" The deskmate's eyes lit up.

So, the two children got together and used their imagination to draw on the large and empty playground.

The deskmate first drew a head in the shape of an octopus monster, then listened to Feng Jingliang's advice and drew a row of shark teeth, and then added the feet of a praying mantis...

The monster slowly formed under the brains of the two children.Soon, like all fruit toys, it emitted a bright light and slowly emerged from the ground.

The sticky monster had a foul smell, and rows of eyes circled around the playground, and finally landed on the tiny human beings beside him.

"Ho ho—" the monster let out an ugly roar, spitting at the children.

The terrifying shape and the salivating eyes made Feng Jingliang suddenly realize that something was wrong, and he subconsciously stepped back. The consciousness of survival made him call out the name of his deskmate, and ran out of the playground while shouting "Run!" .

The tablemate didn't react, and when Feng Jingliang was halfway running, he heard his tablemate's screams.

Feng Jingliang didn't dare to look back, and ran all the way out of the playground, only daring to stop until he could no longer see the monster.

He suggested it to his deskmate as a joke at the beginning, but he didn't expect that the things drawn by his deskmate would be so terrifying.

He patted his thumping little heart, thinking about whether to ask an adult for help, but he hesitated when he thought of his deskmate telling him not to reveal the secret of painting to others.

The tablemate didn't follow, Feng Jingliang thought about it, and decided to sneak back to see the situation first.

So Feng Jingliang quietly returned to the playground.

At this time, the monster on the playground had gone to other places, leaving only a broken body lying on the ground, the blood spilled from this body splashed all over the ground, just like a terrible murder scene on TV, Really scary.

And this body is the deskmate who was drawing with him not long ago...

His deskmate lay motionless on the ground, as if he was—dead.

Feng Jingliang was stunned, he just felt that his mind went blank, and he didn't know what to do for a while.

He stood there in a daze for a while, until a burst of light slowly glowed from the corpse at the same table, and a pen suddenly came out slowly from his body and floated in the air, which made him feel relieved .

It was a very beautiful pen, protruding from the body of his deskmate... Could it be because of this pen that the deskmate's painting brush came true before?

For a while, Feng Jingliang only had the pen in his eyes, and for a while he couldn't take his eyes off it.

He wants it.

He wants to gain the ability to be at the same table.

Taking advantage of no one, he quickly rushed to the corpse of the same table, and snatched the beautiful brush.

The brush struggled a bit, but it quickly merged with his body.

Seeing that the brush was taken by him, Feng Jingliang didn't dare to stay at the scene anymore, and quickly slipped back home.

He also didn't dare to tell others the news that his deskmate was dead. He was afraid that he would be found out if he stole his deskmate's magic pen, so he never mentioned it to anyone.

He also secretly tried to paint by himself, but found that he could not have the ability to make paintings come true like his deskmate.

Is that pen useless?

Feng Jingliang was suspicious.Until three days later, he overheard a pair of adults in the school hallway.

"The monster has been cleaned up. We suspect that the child's ability got out of control and it was drawn." One of the adults said, "But another child's footprints were found at the scene of the child's body, and we need to find out who it is. "

"Okay, I'll arrange for people from the Silver Wing Branch to check on the students of this school to see if there are any insiders present." Another adult said.

"..."

Feng Jingliang was terrified. He didn't expect that after his deskmate died, there would be adults investigating the case. What would happen if they found out that he had stolen his deskmate's pen?Will it be criticized by the teacher?Being ridiculed by everyone?

Feng Jingliang was worried and thought about this matter all the time. Finally, he opened his diary and wrote down his worries at that time with a tormented heart.

——I'm not a thief, I really didn't steal anything.

——I hope teachers and adults will not doubt me.

……

……

Sure enough, the people of Silver Wing did not find Feng Jingliang.

After writing this diary entry, Feng Jingliang found that his stature suddenly increased by ten centimeters, making him a tall boy who was not very outstanding.

Then, he also discovered the secret of that pen.

Although the pen I took from my deskmate didn't have the exaggerated ability like his deskmate, it could make the words I wrote come true and evolve into whatever it wanted!

Feng Jingliang wrote in his notebook: A certain rich classmate bullied me today, I was very angry, and I must let that classmate suffer some flesh and blood.

Although no name was called, the pen fulfilled his wish and made the classmate roll down the stairs.

But this pen also has flaws, it can't work on him, for example, make him stronger, richer, more handsome...

But that's enough.

Although he can't become stronger, he can skillfully use external forces to achieve some of his goals.

Thinking that there was a "Silver Wing" organization that was secretly investigating before, and that changing the behavior of those who were already alert to his abilities would consume his age, Feng Jingliang still used it carefully.

After graduating from university, he didn't want to work, so he concentrated on staying at home and making up a story to take revenge on all the people he hated.

This story was quickly fulfilled, and it became a sensational case. It was once published in newspapers, and netizens discussed it very intensely.

Feng Jingliang read the comments of netizens over and over again, feeling very fulfilled.So I posted a post on the forum, writing out the details that the netizens didn't reason out.

Sure enough, the post attracted the attention of many people, and the publishing house contacted him.

Feng Jingliang was very happy, and negotiated a happy manuscript fee with the publishing house.

He thought it was a pleasure to write something.

However, with the existence of Silver Wing, he was always guilty, and he did not dare to be too explicit, so he turned his writing direction to something that ordinary people cannot see.

For example, tomb robbery.

However, the tomb robbery he wrote was no longer as popular as the reasoning. Although he contacted the publishing house, the sales volume was very poor.Feng Jingliang looked at the useless protagonist of the tomb robber, finally squeezed out his value, and directly locked him in the tomb.

Feng Jingliang made a fortune by taking the treasures from the tomb robbers.

But he was still not reconciled, and wanted to get angry.Recently, I heard that Xianxia is popular, so Feng Jingliang quickly set his target on the other world.

Even Silver Wing couldn't find him for writing these things, so he can show his skills well.

Feng Jingliang started writing with great interest.