For such a giant, it's really best not to pry too much. Maybe, just by saying the other person's name, the other person can sense what's going on here.
Feng himself is a ray of consciousness in the painting, so it's okay to be remembered, but he doesn't want to cause trouble for his real body.
You know, if such a giant really exists, if the other party learns about the "Book of Kells", they may really feel that they have been "calculated" and become angry.
Therefore, it is better not to explore it.
"It's almost time." Feng said.
Angel looked up: "Is Mr. Feng going to disappear?"
"What do you mean I dissipate? I am just a ray of consciousness. Although I am also Feng, I will not dissipate. What dissipates is..." Feng subconsciously retorted, but after saying a few words, he found that the words were getting more convoluted, so he simply kept silent.
: "Forget it, just think that I am going to disappear."
"Then I'll say goodbye?"
Feng: "Wait."
Feng asked Angel to wait for a moment, but instead of continuing to speak, he lightly tapped the table and created a paintbrush out of thin air.
Immediately afterwards, Feng tore off the bark of the tree behind him, and with a flick of his hand, the bark turned into a dark canvas. Feng took the brush and waved it toward the sky, borrowing the deep ink from the night.
, outline the outline on the canvas. Then he borrowed a little pure bright color from the starlight, and with one touch of the brush, dots of fluorescent light appeared on the canvas.
After three clicks, Angel saw Feng draw an oil painting.
The scene in the painting is exactly the scene of their conversation at this time. The starry sky is the curtain and the wilderness is the bottom. Angel and Feng sit opposite each other. The starlight casts an outline of the light and shadow on their faces. They are all talking and laughing.
When the painting was completed, the entire starry sky seemed to release energy, which was reflected in the painting.
At the same time, Angel felt that the surrounding space began to slowly darken. It was only hazy before, but now it has become completely dark, as if the entire world in the painting is blending with darkness.
The original magic in the air also dissipated. The originally desolate world in the painting turned into a real world of death in an instant.
When the world was about to collapse, Feng slowly tore off a piece of bark again, quickly made an elegant wood grain frame, and put the oil painting into the frame.
Then Feng handed the entire painting to Angel.
"This is my last gift to you." When Feng handed it to Angel, he was still talking: "I didn't want to give it to you originally, but you are worth it..."
When Angel looked at this painting, he could feel that this was no ordinary painting. There was a hidden energy in the painting.
Although this energy is not much, its essence is quite high. Only wizards above legend can condense such energy.
There is no doubt that Feng condensed the energy of the entire world into this painting.
It is precisely because of this that Feng's ray of consciousness could have survived for another half day, but now it has ended prematurely.
"I marked the name of this painting in the lower left corner."
This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! Angel took a look and saw a simple painting title in the lower left corner: "Friends... Night Talk?"
Feng heard the confusion in Angel's final voice: "Why, do you think I'm not worthy of being your best friend?"
Angel wanted to say that it wasn't that they were unworthy, but that they just met for the first time. Maybe a few decades later, in retrospect, they could be called old friends, but they were directly promoted to close friends, which confused Angel.
Although he thought so, Angel did not dare to say so. Instead, he said: "Mr. Feng is above the legend. I have just entered the wizard's path. I feel that I am not worthy."
Feng smiled and said: "There is nothing unworthy. I said you are worth it."
After a pause, Feng continued: "Furthermore, I didn't name this painting specifically for you to see, but for my real body to see."
Angel: "Huh?"
Feng's body had begun to become transparent, and he knew that he was about to disappear, so he no longer spoke vaguely, but said bluntly: "You have come into contact with the mysterious level, which is a quite remarkable achievement. I only speak for myself,
I hope that my real body can maintain a friendly relationship with you. Maybe you can really enter the mysterious realm in the future, and my real body can use this to establish a relationship."
"The energy in the painting represents the special energy of Turing's Cube. If you encounter any difficulties, you can take this painting to the Turing's Cube people, or my real body, and take out this painting, and they will
understandable."
After the words fell, Feng's neck had turned into little fluorescent lights and scattered.
"I hope we can meet again in the future."
As the last sentence fell, Feng had disappeared. At the same time, a passage appeared in front of Angel, and the opposite side of the passage was the stone platform outside.
Angel looked at the world in the painting that had collapsed for the most part, and quickly signaled Wang Wang to return to the bracelet space first.
After doing all this, Angel looked at the painting "Friends Talking at Night" on the table.
After hesitating for a moment, Angel sighed softly in his heart and picked up the framed oil painting.
He turned around and walked into the passage.
Chapter completed!