White hat... black hat... mad hat...

Angel shook his head quickly, shaking away all the hats in his mind.

Although the Mad Hatter's coronation can be used on this dagger, who knows if it can also become a "key". After all, if a black hat appears, the effect will be completely subverted.

So, it’s better not to think about the hat.

I finished carving the last stroke silently.

With the completion of the magic energy array, the dagger was also completely completed. The moment it was completed, it began to emit golden light and at the same time, floated into the mid-air.

The next second, Angel entered a wonderful illusion.

Angel understood that this was an alchemical sign.

Angel, who had experienced many alchemical signs, did not panic at this time and began to look around.

This is a vast white world, with cotton-like white clouds beneath our feet and pink light floating in the sky.

Above the white clouds, the sky is pink.

This strange sign has an inexplicable girlish feel to it.

After looking around, Angel finally settled on what was right in front of him. There were white clouds all around and there was nothing but a white statue standing directly in front of him.

Unable to see what the statue was for the time being, Angel simply walked closer to the statue.

When he got closer, Angel realized that this was not a statue, but a human figure condensed from white clouds.

Judging from his appearance, he is a young man.

The man was holding a drawing board and drawing quickly.

Angel did not disturb him from painting, but walked around behind him and looked at the painting on the drawing board.

There should be a beautiful girl in the painting. The reason why I say "should" is because it is all white, and only the white outline can be vaguely seen under the brush. Judging from the brushstrokes, it is a portrait of a girl.

Soon after, the man finished the painting, admired it, and then began to show a distressed expression.

——Of course, Angel couldn't see the distress on his face, he simply sensed the distress.

After experiencing many alchemical omens, Angel has gained experience, and he knows that it is his turn to take the stage.

"Are you having any troubles? You might as well tell me and I might be able to help you." Angel smiled.

The man turned to look at Angel, and without asking Angel's identity, he directly expressed his distress: "I finally want to confess to her, but simply giving the painting to her doesn't seem to be able to express my feelings.

Love, can you help me think of some love poems? I want to write them next to the painting so that she can understand my feelings."
Chapter completed!