"Dear, come here," the man waved to the two of them, "I'll draw a picture for you."
Wen Ling was also confused. With expressions on their faces like "Let's see how you plan to dance," the two of them walked around the corner to the spot pointed by the man.
"Yes, just like this, holding the bouquet of roses," the man commanded energetically, lifting the pen with his other hand, "My dear, those are the flowers I bought for you, look at this flower..."
The man's smile suddenly froze. He was stunned, but his smile gradually disappeared.
"My dear, please stop looking at the baby, okay?" His voice suddenly turned cold, "Look at me and the flowers I bought you, okay?"
The man's eyes gradually turned cold.
But Xiaolan thought it was okay, maybe because the man was staring at Wen Ling instead of her.
"Look at my paintings, okay?"
The man said these words word by word, and Xiaolan saw with her own eyes that there were goosebumps on Wenling's exposed arms.
The two looked at his painting.
What is this painting?
A few gray-white lumps were vaguely visible in the middle of the miserable red lines.
"Dear, you don't like my paintings, do you?" The man's voice and eyes were equally cold.
This thing can no longer be measured by whether you like it or not.
Just looking at this thing feels like visual pollution.
"You used to like my paintings very much," the man sneered and shook his head, "Do you know why my paintings turned into what they are now?... It's all because of you, my dear, ever since I got pregnant with you...
This little thing inside, your eyes are all on her, what about me? What about me?! Didn’t you say you would help me come out, help me cure my illness, and help me become the best painter? You
What did you do? What are you doing now?!..."
The two of them were speechless and didn't know what to reply for a moment, but fortunately, it seemed that they didn't need to reply.
"Am I not the most important? I am... the only one... who should appear in your eyes, am I not?"
This is a story about a paranoid patient whose strong need for love slowly breaks through his sanity.
Xiaolan looked at the man's crazy eyes. Although she felt hateful, there was also a trace of pity.
If one day, Taoist priest, Sister Xiaoyin, Jasmine...the eyes of his friends no longer exist on him, and they leave him and go to like other people, what will he become like?
Change back to the lonely self you were at the beginning?
I don't dare to think about it, I simply don't dare to think about it.
Xiaolan shook her head and lightly held her arms.
I seem to be thinking about this kind of thing a lot recently. It seems that the pain of losing pineapples and maple syrup only seems to be gone, but the fear is left behind forever.
"Shua!——"
The sharp sound of tearing paper woke up Xiaolan from her wandering mind.
Wen Ling grabbed Xiaolan's sleeve.
The man pulled the drawing paper on the easel and tore it in half, "It's meaningless, it's meaningless..."
"Bang!"
The man punched and knocked down the easel standing in front of him. The wooden easel fell to the ground with a crash. The man kicked it several times angrily with red eyes. The easel and the drawing paper scattered to the ground and turned into pieces.
Xiaolan's back straightened.
The plot is over, and it seems that it's finally time for a fight.
"Don't be afraid, there are two of us, how can we beat him alone?" Xiaolan patted the back of Wenling's hand.
As soon as he finished speaking, a black-gray mist rose from the man's feet. Behind the man, a vague human figure gradually gathered. The figure was tall and slender, with its head reaching to the roof. It put its hands on the man's shoulders, as if looking down.
Wen Ling and Xiaolan.
Xiaolan felt that the package she was carrying seemed to twitch suddenly.
"this……"
Wen Ling's expression completely changed.
"What is this?" Xiaolan asked hurriedly.
Wenling first pulled Xiaolan, who was already in a posture, to the side. The slowly moving man and the black shadow behind him also changed their direction at the same time.
After moving to the corner, Wen Ling pressed Xiaolan's fist and said, "Black hole!"
"Black hole?" Xiaolan glanced at the approaching man, "What do you mean?"
Wen Ling squatted down suddenly, knocked on his head, and then quickly stood up with an anxious look on his face, "Absorb!"
"Absorb like a black hole?" Xiaolan narrowed her eyes, "Who absorbs? What absorbs?"
Since Wenling couldn't answer Xiaolan's overly complicated question at the same time, she could only suppress her face until it turned red, and then tried to squat down and hit herself on the head again.
The man's limbs had already shown an unnatural twisting angle, and two lines of turbid liquid swam out of his eyes. He slowly stepped up and down, holding his hands in front of him and approaching them. The man's expression was ferocious and painful,
But there seemed to be a trace of sarcasm on the face of the dark figure behind him.
Xiao Lan protected Wen Ling behind her, and the two of them stepped back to dodge. Xiao Lan easily touched a movable chair.
Then she picked up the chair and threw it towards the man.
The chair hit the man's shoulder hard, rolled around above his head, fell behind him, passed through the black shadow, and shattered on the ground.
The first thing to exclude from being absorbed is the chair.
"What on earth is it?" Xiaolan kept throwing things at the man, "Wen Ling, if nothing happens, I will..."
"No!" Wen Ling clasped Xiaolan's hand tightly, "Ling!"
"Spirit?" Xiaolan put down her palms consciously, "He can absorb people's spiritual energy?"
Wen Ling stared and nodded.
Do you really have the power to do such a thing?
And, more importantly, if the spiritual energy is sucked away, where does the lost spiritual energy go?
There was no time to think about these complicated issues, and the man and his shadow were less than five meters away from them.
Four meters.
Three meters...
Can't use psychic powers, tools are useless...
Is it the only way?
Xiaolan stepped forward with a lunge, rounded her arms, and slapped the man in the face with all her strength.
"Bah!" The sound was very clear.
The man's body sluggished for a moment, but soon it was in the same state as before.
"Wenling, this can't go on like this," Xiaolan said as he backed away, "Listen to me, let's do an experiment first. I'll walk from the left and you walk from the right to see who they catch, so that we can roughly
Guess its purpose."
Wen Ling also nodded.
The two ran a few more steps, and the timing was just right, one left and one right, and they jumped away.
Find out what you want...
Xiaolan turned her head, but her chest almost stopped.
There is something behind me.
But not that man.
The man and his shadow were separated.
The man was standing in front of Wen Ling at this moment, accepting the mess that Wen Ling threw at him.
And that black shadow was right behind him.
Xiaolan started running.
"ah!"
The sole of her foot slipped, and Xiaolan's vision immediately spun.
She stepped on... a broken chair back.
It was the chair I threw in the first place.
Xiaolan sat down on the ground, propped up her arms on the ground and tried to get up, but a cold feeling from the inside out suddenly surrounded her.
Xiaolan saw the overwhelming darkness spreading from behind her.
"Xiaolan!——"
Wen Ling screamed loudly.
Nothing can be seen.
Ah, I finally finished moving. I was so exhausted that I lost half of my life. When I looked back, I didn’t update it properly for nearly a week. I deserve death. I will definitely write well next time! ○|￣|_