Love Code at the End of the World

Chapter 365: The Art of Color

The man's face was almost pale and blue, as if painting a dark dark circle with oil paint and a hallucinating glow.

His eyes were deaf and his pale face painted a flaming red lip. No clothes on his torso, but on his skin, it was a messy pattern embroidered with black wire.

I got all cold hair up because those threads were really sewn on his skin and it hurt so bad at first glance.

Pale skin, black embroidery and red gemstones fill his body with a deep sense of evil and bloodlust.

The outfit that should be scary, but for some reason, it deeply reveals your darkest desire and makes you want it.

His lower body was also a black leather skirt with the same rag of cloth, and under the shaky black skin were his pale legs, each toenail painted with a bright red color.

He looked at me empty-handed: "Let me see. ”

He seemed to be talking to Cang Woo, and he walked towards me, and his soul went through my body, and I got nervous.

“Zongben, don't scare Lo Bing.” Dredging also looked at him a little nervously.

“Tell her not to move.” The loud, dumb voice came from behind me, and I couldn't move tightly, and then I felt a little cold in my head, and his head wouldn't have gotten in my head, would it?

Then I had a wheezing in my ear, which was Jorah's.

“No, Your Highness… I… I cannot… in front of Lobien… I…”

“Relax...” Then came the gentle voice, “You are facing... not Luo Bing... but Mr. Zongben, the most famous man in porn painting at the time, countless people wanted to ask him to paint... Luo Bing, the first page you see was painted by him...”

“What?!” My whole body is more rigid, that picture is almost prototypical of dredging...

I glanced at Dredd: "Did you... know he painted you? ”

Dredging laughed awkwardly, smiling green and clean, scratching his head: "This is art, Luo Bing. Who here hasn't painted naked? Zongben's heart is pure.” Dredging suddenly became serious.

“You said that to me...” Zongben suddenly spoke, “It makes me a little sick...”

“Pfft!” Everybody laughed.

Dredging smiled brightly.

After painting, the modern painting of Wenski looked at me gently: “Luo Bing, Zongben is a secret painting of dredging, dredging didn't show him off, and if there is only one painting, Zongben is not interested, don't be jealous ~ ~ ~ ~"

Everybody winks at me, and I know they're joking, and these “dead people" joke a lot.

Dredging laughed even more embarrassingly and looked at me: “Ha ha... I'm actually a good friend of Zongben, we learned to draw together, we were in a class. ”

What?!

I have no idea that Joon and Jongben would be great friends!

They're clearly on both ends of art. No, they're on both ends of the universe.

Dredging is so clean and pure, and Zongben... this looks like an M.

My dirty cousin taught me a lot about dirty disciplines.

“Boring...” Zongben suddenly said, apparently he seemed to see what Cang Yu showed him, and found it boring.

“Wait... it's not over...” Cangyu said, “Don't rush...”

“Ah," I suddenly heard Jorah's special cry, which made my age incomprehensible cry out all over the world.

“Oh ~ ~ ~ I haven't felt this in a long time...” Several women on one side touched their faces, “It makes people miss it...”

“Give me the pen! Give me the pen -” Zongben lifted my hand and shouted excitedly, immediately stripped the pen into my hand, and immediately, Zongben swayed.

He painted like crazy, poisoned, and I've never seen him so fast.

He darkened the whole drawing board!

In the middle, he drew Jorah's face, a face immersed in happiness, shyness, panic and fear, the look on her face was complicated, but her shivering, shy eyes and that tear with a hint of fear made every man he saw boil, trying to pound on her body and stain her with bright blood.

Suddenly, I was blindfolded from watching.

“What did this girl go through? How did you get that look?” I heard arguments around.

“Hiss… this is a good painting, the art of pornography is whether this painting can provoke hormones, if you look at it without feeling it, it is a failure. ”

“What light is that? Holy light? ”

“Holiness collides with evil instincts, I love the theme! ”

“Hahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha - I love it! I liked --” Zongben laughed and shouted, “I love this feeling —— hahahahahaha --”

“Zongben! Don't say that in Lovin's body! Luo Bing, why don't you go back?" Dredging me, I woke up from my bed, the sun was shining, and I saw Cang Yu standing beside the painting, and I didn't see Jorah.

When I first saw Cang Yu, I was a little faint. I was afraid to see him and Jorah naked, but when I saw Cang Yu wearing clothes, I was relieved.

“Well worth Zongben's painting...” Cang Yu exclaimed, slightly giving way to his figure, then I saw the naked Jorah on the drawing board!

“Ah------" I grabbed my clothes and jumped out of bed in a hurry, trying to cover them up, smiling and stopping them: “It's art, Lobing. ”

He took the painting down calmly. I saw only one person on the painting. Her body slightly emitted light blue, like the light of blue crystal energy...

I remembered the conversation in the ruins of the valley dust, they said that there was light on Jorah...

Behind Jorah's back, I saw a terrible pair of horrible, untouchable eyes, like the devil's eyes, those horrible eyes, which were chilling.

If the white, full-bodied bodies are wrapped and swallowed by the black stretching out of the background, they are like horrible tentacles, like the tongues of countless demons, you can't tell, you can't tell, but you can feel it, it's extremely evil, makes people feel cold, yet expect to see them swallow that shiny white girl.

“It is Zongben's pen...” Cang Yu admired with satisfaction, and looked at me like a review, “Zongben is famous for painting naked. At first, his painting was sacred, pure beauty, and none of the young girls inside should be desecrated, but later, he was tired, he wanted to break through, eager for his own evolution, after breakthrough he brought this painting to the world, would it let you shake between good and evil? ”

I was blushing and my hair looked at him in a mess. I had no idea he would be so calm, his face was not blushing and he was discussing the painting with me.