Love Code at the End of the World

I went back to my room, and the little robot was happy to see me back, greeted me into the room, and then I saw the bed lying on a grown snowball.

The snowball saw me jump at me, and it hit me, and I caught it, and it was heavy. I caressed his snowy hairs: "Will you follow me back to Noah City? I'll get you out of here. ”

Snowballs look at me, jump out of my arms, run to the big hole that connects me to the Starling River room, then jump on the Starling River bed, even snowballs don't want to leave Silver Moon City, life here is superb.

I undressed her loose clothes, removed her long hair, and found Harry's kiss marks all over her body and chest, like a strawberry. When the mind relaxes, the pain and fatigue of the whole body follow.

Never mind, go to Starling River and get some sleep.

After a comfortable bath, people become more tired and go straight to bed to sleep.

There was a gentle breeze in my dream, and I opened my eyes and saw the strip, not far behind me, standing in the dark circle of the parchment. He stared at me straight behind his back, his eyes deep in the dark circle, flashing a kind of incomprehensible, but panicky light.

I subconsciously hid in front of the stripper and sneaked out my face, and Zongben actually stared at me like that.

“Today… I can't paint for you anymore, I'm a little tired.” I apologize to Dredd.

Dredging looked at me with no concern: "It's okay, if you didn't tell me you were on a mission, so nobody came today. ”

I looked around and everyone didn't come.

“So... Zongben...” I panicked behind Dredging, “Why are you looking at me like that? ”

“Don't be afraid, he just wants to paint you.” Dredging usually says that the smile is bright.

But when I heard that, I pounded in my heart! Zongben wants to paint me!

I tightened up, stripping seemed to see what I was nervous about, and smiled brilliantly: "Zongben's desire for you to paint is a good thing, and few people can talk about his nature now. ”

I immediately hugged myself: “I don't want to paint him!” And don't kill me!

“Cut.” Zongben stepped out of the back of the strip, looking at me like an idiot with those cloudy eyes, “Can't you picture me covered? ”

“It's no use, Lobing.” Grab my wrist with a smile and drop it gently, "we are painters.” He grinned innocently.

Did he mean I'd been given perspective by them?

I looked at them rigidly and got a little angry.

“I don't paint naked.” Zongbenbai glanced at Dredd, “Dredd knew.” Zongben walked past me, shaking beneath him like a broken black leather skirt, revealing a long, white, but exceptionally thin leg.

“I'll show you Zongben's old paintings.” Dredging me up and flying, in this world, they're like angels.

He led me straight through the walls of the building, one building full of paintings, until, in front of a pure white, holy temple.

He smiled innocently at me, then slowly pulled me into the temple, and when he entered the temple, the face was a huge, holographic painting, different from the 3D painting, because it was not painted on a plane, but in real 3D, real 3D.

But it's not holographic, because you can clearly see every part of the picture, every dot, even a wind, all painted with pigment.

It was the painter who drew the painting in four dimensions.

The painting is a fresh cloud sea, each cloud is slowly flowing, and a whole cloud sea, if seemingly landless, constitutes a girl's innocent smile.

I looked at it amazingly, because it was a 3D diagram, and I wondered what was on the back, and I walked around this huge diagram, and amazingly, when I walked, the girl's smiling face seemed to move with you!

What a wonderful painting!

What a test of painter skill this painting is!

It's almost every angle, every plane can make up that girl's innocent smile, she's the city's welcome ambassador for smiles and the city's symbol!

“I painted this with Zongben.” Smile at me, “doesn't it look like his work? ”

I nodded stiffly, and it was hard to believe that Zongben would draw such a fresh painting: “You must have conceived it.” I look drenched.

He smiled clearly and shook his head: “It was Zongben who wanted to paint. He saw the clouds smiling like a girl the other day, so he asked me to paint this painting with him, and we...” Dredging looked at the huge painting that he didn't know how to paint like a hologram, “painted for a long time...” His eyes filled with memories, which must have been a time when he and Zongben both felt good.

“I want to draw another one with Dredd...” Suddenly, Zongben penetrated the girl's smiling face and gently landed in front of me and Dredd, “Only in cooperation with Dredd can I have passion! Ah--" He held his body tight, his arms tight, his body almost crushed, his eyes closed, his face raised, as if immersed in some pleasure.

I watched him tightly.

“Never mind, he's been like this...” When Dredding said that, he smiled embarrassingly on his face, "Zongben, you scared Lobin! ”

Zongben opened his eyes slowly, and the big dark circle had a burning eye: “This is rubbish compared to you!” He shook his finger at the great piece behind him.

I looked at him with amazement, his eyes excited: "In this world, your abilities inspire me completely new! I don't like it! Why did I die like that? And so he died --” Zongben roared with excitement, and the raging voice was like a demon roaring.

Dredging sadly, looking quietly at Zongben, his face was silent mourning and too much helplessness. He walked quietly to Zongben and gently slapped Zongben's shoulder: “Don't do this...”

Zongben closed his eyes and raised his face again: “I want to see Lobien's ability... I want to see her kill... I want to see her burn you to ashes while you sleep with her...”

I stumbled. Am I mishearing the second sentence?

However, from the stiff smile of Dredging, it should be true that Zongben has such a heavy taste! You can't even let your brother go!

“I don't think it's likely...” Dredging grinned embarrassingly, "I'm out of flesh... can we paint a fresh painting?” Dredging is really good for Zongben. He talks like he's trying to fool the child. Ming Dredging has such a heavy taste and wants to see him die. And it's still burning with me! This is a real brotherhood!