Ye Yao moved closer to the bedside.

An Qi was indeed sleeping soundly in bed.

Its complexion is much better than when it was first brought back.

It's probably because Xia Lian was there to take care of him.

To some extent, Xia Lian's special ability seems quite suitable for taking care of people who have fallen into a coma.

Although the main function of the superpower is extremely violent, it also has some minor additional abilities.

Or rather, the application method you developed yourself.

For example, it can promote blood circulation and regulate various factors in the body.

It also seems to be able to transfer the energy needed by the human body.

Xia Lian tested these abilities on herself before daring to use them on others.

It's somewhat useful, to say the least.

Even without going to the battlefield, you can find your own area of ​​advantage.

Mu Luo and the other two also went up to take a look.

"Your breathing is very steady," Mu Luo said.

"That's because the white cat had already done its work and helped her get rid of it."

Xia Lian complained from the side.

If it weren't for Ye Yao, An Qi would probably be wearing a face full of "pain" right now.

A hint of killing intent flashed in Gu Wenxin's eyes.

He always felt the most empathy for those who had been persecuted by evil people.

He had nothing to say.

He was simply full of energy.

Only concrete actions can express his views.

Gu Wenxin sensed it.

An invisible aura of evil shrouded the entire city.

It was as if countless wails were reaching my ears.

If it weren't for Gu Wenxin's mental strength having already broken through to S-level.

He is probably already so enraged by this overwhelming malice that he can no longer control his instinct to kill evil.

What kind of hell could give birth to such terrifying evil?

Gu Wenxin walked silently to the window and looked out.

Even the daylight couldn't dispel the gloom in his heart.

In his view.

The city, or the entire country, has fallen into a quagmire of evil.

Compared to the Dragon Kingdom, it's nothing but a drop in the ocean.

Faced with this, Gu Wenxin could only close her eyes and force herself not to look at the scene before her.

Thanks to his unique sensory mechanism, what he sees is often extraordinary.

We can only wait for our companions to set off together.

Jiang Huashen shook his head and sighed softly.

"What an unlucky child. I hope she wasn't left with any psychological trauma."

When Mu Luo brought An Qi back, Jiang Huashen had a brief conversation with her.

However, no in-depth communication took place.

The child seemed to be used to avoiding others, as if he didn't want to get involved with anything else.

At that moment, Jiang Huashen glanced around and suddenly noticed a rolled-up painting on the table next to him.

He easily recognized it as his usual drawing paper.

There was even the aura of his supernatural abilities inside.

If nothing unexpected happens, this should be the girl picture he gave to Ye Yao.

But wasn't it already said that it was destroyed?

Why does it still look like it's still there?

Jiang Huashen picked it up, opened it, and was immediately astonished by its contents.

"Holy crap! Who changed my drawing?!"

What kind of terrible lines are these?! What kind of abstract coloring is this?!

How come it's mixed up with what I drew?

This is a defilement and an insult to this painting!

Are there still humans left?!

Xia Lian cast a pitying glance at him, but did not say anything to remind him.

Things have come to this.

Let's have some fun first.

The next second.

Jiang Huashen felt a chill run from the soles of his feet straight up to the top of his head.

He suddenly noticed the small, silver-haired girl beside the bed shudder violently!

Although she stubbornly refused to turn around, the warm red that spread rapidly from her ears all the way to her neck was more conspicuous than the most dazzling alarm light!

The pity Xia Lian cast her next to her was no longer there.

That look... it was clearly looking at a pitiful creature about to be swatted to death by a cat!

Jiang Huashen's brain experienced an unprecedented overclocking and sudden braking in that instant.

All artistic dignity and professional integrity are crushed in the face of the ultimate question of "survival".

He instantly realized a problem.

This painting was a gift from him to Ye Yao.

The ownership also belongs to Ye Yao.

Who can alter or doodle without Ye Yao's permission?

That was clearly either her tacit approval or the result of her doing it herself.

Sweat, I was really drenched in sweat!

The drawing paper instantly became scalding hot in his hands.

It was like a red-hot branding iron, almost slipping out of my hand and being thrown away.

Jiang Huashen is a little numb.

The excessively strict requirements for the artwork led to his mouth moving faster than his brain.

Simply put, it's an instinctive reaction!

Oh no, oh no, oh no!

Of all people to offend, why did I have to offend this little devil!

But now that the words have been spoken, they have already been said.

Spilled water cannot be gathered up again.

Is there any chance to salvage the situation?

This must be remedied!

Even if you make the dead seem alive, or the abstract seem like a rebirth of Picasso!

In the blink of an eye.

The furious and heartbroken expression on Jiang Huashen's face was erased as if by an eraser.

In an instant, he switched to an extremely focused expression, tinged with a hint of "sudden realization" and "discovering a new continent."

He suddenly brought the painting close to his eyes again, his eyes wide, as if he were about to conduct a comprehensive, cosmic-level appreciation.

"hiss--"

He gasped.

The inhalation was drawn out for a long time, full of dramatic twists and turns, completely different from the previous irritability.

"But...but then again..."

He paused deliberately, as if struggling to organize his thoughts, or as if engaged in a fierce internal struggle.

Jiang Huashen pointed to the parts of the screen that he had just berated, his fingertips trembling slightly, clearly a little nervous.

"Tsk... these lines... at first glance they are somewhat... uh... unrestrained!"

Yes, impulsive! But think about it carefully...

He suddenly pointed to several spots with his finger.

"Look at these strokes! Bold! Unrestrained! They completely break away from the established academic framework, exuding... a primal vitality!"

"A rough gem, yes, an unpolished gem. If it delves deeply into the field of painting, it can definitely leave a significant mark on the art world!"

I can't make this up anymore.

Jiang Huashen felt that all the insincere words he had uttered in his life had been exhausted at this moment.

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This proves just how strong a person's will to survive can be when faced with a crisis.

Ye Yao turned around expressionlessly.

If only she couldn't read thoughts.

That way she might believe it to some extent.

Considering that Lao Jiang worked like a cow and a horse to paint a new picture,

This critique can be disregarded for now.

"It was all done by those evil American superhumans."

In other words.

They're just shifting the blame!

Jiang Huashen changed his tune again.

However, this time I left myself some leeway.

"Oh my, why are these American superhumans so evil?"

How could such a beautiful painting be destroyed like this?

The secondary processing was certainly to prevent this art from being sacrificed in vain.

I'm moved to tears. These guys have to pay the price!

Jiang Huashen directly transformed his excitement at surviving the ordeal into hostility towards the US government.

There's only one idea.

That is to make these people who deserve to die sacrifice themselves for art!

Mu Luo also took a deep breath and quickly got into the zone.

"Now it's our turn to step in."