Holding a pen in his hand, Lin Sanjiu stood on the ground, his clothes were soaked in water, and he suffocated his skin. The house has been restored to its original shape, and the walls have been re-established; only the inside is still wet. Whether it is a sofa or a carpet, it can be squeezed out with a pressure.
"Hey," Bohemia suddenly called her. "What are you doing? We are waiting, what is the reverse? Do you think that I am really curious about what you have raised, I will be polite, you still Don't hurry up."
"Hey," Lin Sanjiu suddenly returned to God. "I may have been in a coma for too long... now I am a little confused."
She hesitated for a moment, only to feel the confusion in her mind, like a heavy fog, all kinds of thoughts are not clear; for the [flat world], she is now looking at the fog The shadow of the tree is not sure - "reverse" is almost an instinct that she produces subconsciously, but she is not clear about how it is "reverse".
In the past, she took material from the real world and turned it into a card; then maybe, what can be drawn on the card now become a substance in the real world?
Lin Sanji moved his mind and added a card to his hand.
Her card library has long been empty. It is reasonable to say that in addition to a function card such as a diary card or a Nostradamus card, it is not possible to call any cards. But now... Lin Sanshui looked down at the card in his hand.
The card is pure white, as if waiting for her to add content.
With a bit of hesitation, Lin Sanjiu slowly painted a curved black line on the white card. The black line stayed motionless for a few seconds on the paper, nothing happened - she wanted to remove the card, turn it into an item, tried it a few times, but the card didn't react at all.
“What is this?” Bohemia asked, “What do you want to turn into?”
"Head, hair?" Lin Sanjiu himself did not have much confidence. He held the card and looked at the crowd. "Is it like?"
Yuan squinted at the west and looked at it for a while. This pretending to be the black line of hair. "Are you not going to paint?"
"What kind of painting skills does a hair need?"
"That depends on whether you want to draw realistically. A hair and a thread are different," Yuan said, holding his arm to the west. He said that the head is thick: "The hair is thick, the hair is thin, and the top and bottom are different." It has its own luster. You are a black line drawn with a pen."
Lin Sanjiu really didn't know that hair had so much attention.
"You paint you well," Bohemia said as he pushed his shoulder.
"Although I know a lot," Yuan's rise to the west is always a blank face, and there is no embarrassment at all: "But I will not have much to get started."
The dollist lowered his head silently and pressed the temple a few times.
Is it because the painting is not like it has not become material?
"There will be paintings!" Lin Sanshui thought of this, took a sigh of relief, and suddenly remembered that he had lost a special item in front of his eyes: "I have a personal item, a painter, let him try - —Hey, what about others? Didn't you see it?”
Several people shook their heads.
"We were standing outside the house at the time," Bohemia complained. "Your broken container has worn the house. Who knows what is going on inside? Your face that is suddenly realized is What do you mean? Do you think that when the house was broken, we were all ruined and fun?"
It turned out that it was not the puppet teacher who lost his temper.
Lin Sanjiu remembered the artist, naturally remembered that he had another humanoid item; then he took a closer look at the special items gathered in the living room and found that there were fewer pieces, probably in the process of demolishing the house and not scattered. Where did you go? At the moment, except for the puppeteers who refused to help, the other people were scattered in the house, and they called "painters, mentor!", and looked around at every corner to find the fish. .
The two divisions are all humanoid, so there is neither breathing nor heartbeat. If you hide and do not speak, there is no essential difference between a table and a chair, even for the evolutionist. Everyone found a circle, except for a wooden crates that were somehow thrown over under the stairs on the first floor, and a special item was not found.
As a horse and a bread machine, Lin Sanjiu and J7 have a small range of activities, not to mention the upstairs - after all, no one has the reason to let the horse and bread machine stroll around. Seeing that the hostess took the cat to the second floor, but the horse was still under the pressure of the male owner's gaze. After a while, even the few chats between them were gradually extinguished. J7 seems to have begun to It's hard to sit still.
"You, are you very good?" Lin Sanshui hardened his scalp and greeted the teacher.
The living room was quiet, only the sound of the floor was stepped on, and the faint voice of Bohemia. The doll teacher looked at his fingers and turned a deaf ear.
"I don't know if there is any hair dryer here..."
Lin Sanjiu turned his card back and forth several times and found that the black line drawn by the pen could be erased again - she wiped the card while she was on the mouth and said nothing: "The body is wet. It's blame, it's uncomfortable, right.”
"Where is it uncomfortable to see you." The puppet teacher was polite.
Lin Sanshui closed his mouth and rolled a few words in his stomach for a while. Finally he said: "That... that mountain forest is also a copy? I seem to start to think about what happened in the mountains."
"It's good to start thinking about things when they are all done. It's good." The doll teacher is admiring her. "The life of an idiot is no trouble."
The living room is dead again. After two seconds, J7 suddenly extended a robotic arm and licked the corner of Yulin Sanjiu.
“Is this what you humans often say,” he asked with a scientifically justified attitude. “...'Let's talk about the day'?”
Even if she can't answer now?
Just when Lin Sanjiu didn't know what to say, he only heard Bohemia screaming on her head; she just screamed, and then she listened to the sound of Yuan's vagueness to the West: “In Here! On the floor!"
... in the floor?
Lin Sanjiu and J7 both raised their heads towards the ceiling. A footstep ran over, and the chandelier on the ceiling shook a little; the Bohemian voice rang at the stairs and shouted downstairs: "I found them, they both One is blocked!"
"What happened?" Lin Sanjiu rushed to the stairs and wanted to go upstairs without moving. He only asked, "What is it blocked?"
She never felt so contradictory: she knew that her eyes were just a common staircase; but in her eyes, she was so narrow and fragile that she would not want to put her hoof at first sight. Feet - don't want to put your feet up.
Before answering her, Bohemia rushed into the room and gestured. He called Yuan to the west and “removed it!” and then he turned and replied: “They are probably thrown up by the impact, I don't know why. I didn't know how to run like the two stupid moths. When the house began to recover, I wrapped them in it... It's scary, the life instructor put a face on the wall, the facial features are convex... another floor Is the artist in the picture? The big head rushes down and the two feet kick in the air."
Lin Sanjiu really wants to go up, but as a horse, the little sugar cubes circled the stairs several times and still didn't dare to go upstairs. Bohemian probably saw her embarrassment, looked back and hurriedly shouted: "You go to the living room and wait! If the floor is worn, he can just fall into the living room."
J7 squatted behind Lin Sanshui, one horse and one machine stopped at the door of the living room. When the dolls stood up and stood in the corner with their chairs, the ceiling began to tremble and tremble, and the chandeliers swayed violently; the breadmaker looked at it for a while, and suddenly gave birth to a very sigh of exaggeration. : "The copy of the Doomsday World is not easy."
Its voice fell, and the ceiling collapsed at this time.
Wood, smoke and chandeliers splashed together from the air, and a figure fell down. He slammed into the living room and on the floor of mud and water. The bucket, brush and paint tube were all in the air. I opened the flower. The painter squatted in the ruins of a place. It seemed that he had not recovered from the state of being completely sealed into the floor, and he only trembled his hands and feet.
"Don't come over," Yuan Xiangxi's face flashed through the big hole, and yelled at the bottom: "And there."
With this announcement, the wall on the other side of the ceiling began to tremble and made a muffled sound. Probably the place where the two humanoid items were wrapped is very close. When the wall was finally smashed, the other side of the ceiling was broken. The second floor was repaired, and half of it was rushed down. The rumble was all on the ground together.
After the gray smoke dust was exhausted, Lin Sanjiu coughed and smashed the painter. He finally explained his request to him. The painter probably did not expect to just come out of the floor. When I started to paint, I had to hold a blank card in one hand and look for painting tools in the debris of the land. Until the second floor was collapsed in half, Lin Sanjiu discovered that she still had a lot of small things, all wrapped up in the second floor of the house, no wonder how to find and can not find; until now the floor is When they were smashed, they poured down along with the broken pieces of the building and rolled all over the floor.
“Is there an unclear situation after the upgrade?”
Probably heard the conversation just now, the life tutor stood up from the ruins, his face was gray, and he did not forget the high chest: "A special item can be consulted once, you should consider it." Be aware that making the right options at a critical moment can help you save a lot of detours... Hey, look, use this."
Lin Sanjiu followed his gesture and his eyes fell on a glass bottle that had rolled through the bones on the floor.
The glass bottle contained several colorful round candies; when it slammed into the black leather boots, the squeaky colored candy finally settled in the bottle. She watched the puppeteer bend down and stretched out a thin hand that was cut like a piece of ice, slowly licking the small bottle.
He lifted the glass bottle and carefully watched it for a few seconds, shaking his hand.
The candy swayed a few times, and the luster of the glass fell into the pupil of the doll.
"Who is this for you?" He whispered into the glass bottle, his voice soaked up and said that he couldn't understand it - it was like ridicule and sad. The glitter of his eyes suddenly fluttered in trepidation, and more and more lining out the windless and silent silence in the black and white eyes.
"... Palace Road one." Lin San wine opened his mouth and found that his voice was a little trembling: "What happened to it?"
"Have you eaten?"
"Yes... I have eaten." She answered, feeling that the heart was slowly sinking.
The puppet teacher gave a soft breath and the black earring on the right ear swayed with his movements. "There is something else in it," he regained his gaze from Lin San. He said in a dumb voice: "After you eat it, you will forget something."
Chapter end
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