Chapter 253

Paulissa, angel has never heard of the name, but since Jingji specifically mentioned it, she must at least be a wizard level power.

Angel took out a portrait from the wooden basket and slowly opened it under the sign of Jingji.

In the portrait, a man with short hair, dressed in strange metal armor, stood indifferently in the air. The background is a city full of mechanical fantasy elements.

"This is No. 37, the garrison of the machinery port on the throne of the Tang Dynasty, the bronze guard." Jingji said, "it's cold and solemn. Unfortunately, it's just a half soul puppet."

Angel continued to open the next portrait. She was still a handsome man. Jingji said with a crazy face: "this is the staff bearer of the hurricane tower. It's a good voice and looks good. It's a pity that she likes men."

The next picture is still a man. Jingji continues to comment: "platinum holding on to the dense plane can make it, but it's a pity that the grass has a master."

Angel didn't expect the picture at all, and continued to open it indifferently.

A red haired man.

Jingji: "this is bogura of sky Machinery City. Unfortunately, it's a pervert."

And a red haired man.

Jingji: "this is xiuis of the ancient man kingdom. Tut Tut, he looks handsome. Unfortunately, he is too grumpy."

Hughes? Angel looked carefully at the man in the portrait. The red hair against the wind was in sharp contrast to the floating black and gold cloak.

"Have you heard of Hughes?" Jingji wondered.

Angel nodded: "I've seen him. It seems that he came to my hometown... Old earth for a wanted warrant."

"Wanted? It's estimated that it's to catch the dirty blood shadow stab. That little girl stole the national treasure of ancient man - the bloody kingship. It was quite noisy some time ago." Jingji said casually.

Angel had no impression of xiuis, but once Moro said that he was famous for his irritability in the southern regions. It's similar to Jingji's comments.

Go on to the next picture. Angel didn't even want to see it, but Jingji was urging him and could only turn back perfunctorily.

"This is murdico, the king of the night. Unfortunately, his character is too sinister."

"This is the law enforcer of the Far East conquest society of the extremist sect. Unfortunately, he is dead now."

"This is what Gandalf, the light walker, looked like when he was young. Unfortunately, he doesn't take good care of himself. He's old now."

The pictures are all handsome men, but no matter how good she looks, Jingji has a "but" for everyone.

Angel even found a portrait of Sanders in it. Although Jingji had a shy face, she still said one, but: "Sanders really conforms to all my fantasies, but it's too cold."

After reading all the portraits, Jingji concluded: "although these people have more or less shortcomings, these shortcomings have also become them. For example, bogura is very abnormal, but if he is not abnormal, he also has ordinary appearance. Although Moody is evil, he also creates his melancholy beauty."

After summing up, Jingji smiled at angel and said, "how about integrating all these people into the dreamland?"

Angel's face is sad. These people are all great people who have lived for thousands of years. If he wantonly uses the fantasy * * Jingji * *, he will be miserable if he is found by himself.

Angel wanted to beat his chest and cry at the moment. He was so tired of living that he asked if he could use real people.

"My Lord, if there are too many people, there will be aesthetic fatigue. Otherwise, build a mentor. I am familiar with the image of the mentor, and it should be more real. Others see it from the portrait. Seeing is believing. Ha ha." Angel now doesn't care about "selling teachers and seeking glory". According to angel's understanding, Sanders probably sneers at it when he knows it, while others can't guess at it at all.

"Aesthetic fatigue? What the hell is that? What I want is the feeling given to me by the phantom of the banquet. Of course, it's good to have a group of beauties surrounded by stars and the moon!" Jingji's face was impatient: "it's a deal. You'll get all these people into my fantasy. If you don't really do it again, until I'm satisfied!"

"But I've only seen their portraits, which can't express anything..." angel said bitterly.

"Are you questioning paulissa's painting skills?" Jingji eyebrows.

Angel didn't know who polissa was, but he couldn't admit it. He quickly waved his hand and shook his head.

Jingji suddenly paused at this time: "that's right. Paulissa is still studying oil painting in mortal school. She hasn't graduated for ten consecutive years. It's normal to fail to grasp the essence."

In his sleeve, angel clenched his fist: he thought Jingji was just a flower maniac, but he didn't expect her character to be so bad! He wants to cry!

Although his heart was wronged, on the surface, angel still looked forward to: "is that...?" can we not draw these big people?

Jingji thought for a moment: "Alas, let me relax a little when I test. It's necessary to allow you to reset people. It's best to evoke more emotions like that floating island. In addition, the texture must be the same as the trip to the sky, otherwise I refuse."

Angel wept silently in his heart. After all, we still need to build it all.

"So it's settled. You should send it to me." Jingji said this and began to order the guest.

Jingji can't refuse. Angel doesn't dare to complain at all. He can only comfort himself. When it's time to practice magic, he has figured out his topic, which is called "how to make phantom characters full of emotion"... But this topic is of great use!

Angel took the wooden basket full of portraits and was sent out by Jingji with a sad face.

Fortunately, Jingji was intentional and directly transmitted him to the world in the mirror, eliminating the cost of taking the transmission array

The above is the impact on angel in this hour.

On the way home, angel's expression was in a trance. All that came to mind was "flesh desire" and "texture". Can the two balance?

"Maybe we can turn to the omnipotent holographic plate..." angel thought weakly, but he still had no bottom in his heart. Should there be no such thing in earth culture? However, angel may not know that in fact, lust and texture are the difference between pornography and * *. In the literary circle of the earth, it has long been played to a new height by various bosses. Literati engaged in literature do not write a little white chest. It seems that they are not literati. Even the works of a well-known literature award on the earth are * * * * * literati if they do not win the award. The literary and artistic films made by the director play with the flesh and texture to a level. Men and women do not hold the shape of gossip, and there is no beauty.

Angel sighed and went home.

The wall clock on the wall shows that the time is 10 a.m. and there are more than four hours before the airship takes off. Angel plans to put aside Jingji's troubles for the time being and think about it when she comes back from the twilight well. Anyway, Jingji doesn't give a time limit.

Today is just free. Angel decided not to eat dry food and went out to eat.

You can't go out without Toby. Angel came to attic, ready to ask Toby to go out, but attic was empty with theout Toby, and music box was gone.

Angel frowned and went to see the unknown partner again? When he left this morning, he told Toby not to go out today. Why did he leave again?

It seems that it is imperative to have a heart to heart talk with Toby. At least he should confirm what the partner really wants.

Since Toby is away, angel can only go alone.

The place where Angel goes is the patty bar. The honey * * barbecue there is really delicious. Now he has a lot of money and doesn't care about that little consumption.

After dinner, angel came home near noon, but Toby still didn't come back.

Angel sighed and went to the yard to meditate.

The breeze lingered on the bank with the aroma of mistletoe. Angel meditated for about an hour before he heard the familiar sound in the mountains and forests in the distance.

Angel opened his eyes and looked towards the woods on the other side of the river.

A light green figure cut through the sky and glided very fast towards angel's small yard.

When Toby stopped on the mistletoe branch, angel found that his clothes had changed into a branch suit he had never seen before. The green soft branches and vines are woven into clothes and skirts by skillful hands, and there are silky tassels shaking on the grass leaf collar.

Angel didn't ask Toby where he was going, but urged, "why did you come back so late? Hurry to bring some clothes. We're going to leave, or we'll be late."

Toby was still a little uneasy. When he heard angel's words without reproach, he returned to his lively temperament and quickly went into the attic to look for clothes to change.

A quarter of an hour later, angel took Toby to the Prometheus alchemy.

Because the milk Baron's reputation is too "prominent", in order not to be recognized, angel stuffed Toby into the lined chest bag, leaving only a cerebellar bag melon from the outside, looking curiously from left to right.

"Angel, this way, this way!" Far away, angel saw David waving to him.

Hearing David's cry, Prometheus also came out of the store, smiled and nodded to him.

"Sorry, I'm late." Angel showed some apology to Prometheus, who waved his hand carelessly.

Prometheus: let's go. It's time

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The port where the airship is located is in windmill town.

When angel first came, he didn't notice that there was a huge hole at the other end of windmill Town, which was connected to the pit where the mirror was located. The airship stopped at the edge of the hole.

At one end of the hole is a cliff. If the airship wants to go out, it will take off vertically from the pit.

After more than half a year, angel left the underground world for the first time. Angel leaned against the railing on the deck, blowing the wind and looking at the familiar plateau and the familiar ground fissures. At the beginning, they were here, followed nice to jump into the deep pit of the natural graben and came into contact with the real wizard world for the first time.

Clearly only a few months, angel looked at the still desolate pamighi plateau and had the illusion of being separated from the world.