Chapter 509：

"Who is going to help me get the painting tools?"

Hui Naiguo's eyes lit up: "I'll go!"

"Then Hui Naiguo, it's on my computer desk."

Honoka immediately ran over excitedly.

After everyone waited for a while, Honoka came back, but she took more than painting tools.

The corner of Nangong Yan's mouth twitched, but before he could ask, Honoka asked with a look of expectation.

"Yanjun Yanjun! What is this?"

Nangong Yan: "..."

Chapter 0448 What are you doing at the end of the day? Are you free? Can you come to the rescue?

"...I remember, I put it on the bookshelf of the computer desk, and it's really fortunate for you to find it."

Nangong Yan looked at the file bag in Hui Naiguo's hand with a speechless expression.

"Hehehe..." Honoka touched the back of her head, "I think this is the same file bag as the project that Yanjun took out last time, so I guess this might be Yanjun's new project? During the day you also said that there is something new. It's planned!"

"This is not." Nangong Yan said funny, "The new project I hide Yanshi! The kind you can find on my computer desk are basically related to my comics."

Women: "..."

Hidden tightly...

But Hui Naiguo didn't care about that. She hid Yanshi just Yanshi! What I want to know now is this!

"Then Yanjun tell me this!"

"Huh?" Nangong Yan was a little puzzled, "Did you not read the name on the file bag?"

Honoka was taken aback, and muttered in a low voice: "There is a name..."

Xue Sui: "..."

"This is... Wow, the name is so long!" Honoka looked at the name on the file bag and was surprised, "What are you doing at the end of the day? Are you free? Can you come to save it?"

"Uh... it's really long..." The little bird was stunned when he heard the name.

"Wait a minute!" The goblin stood up for a while, "This name is a bit familiar!"

"It's the one my brother said before! A comic with a very long name!" Sagiri's reaction was similar to that of a fairy.

Hua Yang said with a strange look: "Why is the reaction so big?"

"Because of this name, we heard about it two months ago..." Ying Lili explained, but it seemed that she was also very interested in this manga.

"Han-kun, is this a manga or a plan?" Kato Megumi couldn't help but ask. Every work Nangong Yan took out seemed to be magical, and they had never been disappointed.

"Comic, but serialization will take some time. I want to use it to pick up "The Promised Neverland"." Nangong Yan smiled slightly, "But it's not important. The manuscript of the two words."

"Ah, really, there are 1~2 words specified here." Hui Naiguo discovered these words.

"Look, you see, I paint." After saying that, Nangong Yan took the painting tools from Suinaiguo's hands, and was about to start painting the follow-up of the tens of thousands of blood books.

As soon as Nangong Yan had begun to paint, the girls looked at each other, and let Hui Naiguo come to the middle of them, and took out the original manuscript to pass it on.

"What are you doing at the end of the day? Are you free? Can you come to the rescue? "As the name suggests, this is a doomsday work, and the story stage is of course doomsday.

Five hundred years after the demise of mankind, the protagonist... the only surviving human being recovered from a petrified state, a story with a group of lovely golden goblins.

"This opening..." Shi Yu's expression suddenly condensed, and she was attracted by this opening.

It's not just Shiyu, everyone is the same.

"I once vowed to be with him forever, and being able to swear this way makes me extremely happy."

"I used to think that I like this person, and being able to feel this way makes me extremely happy."

"He once said to me: I will make you happy, and hearing him say that makes me extremely happy."

"That person gave me so much happiness, so I'm sure...the current me...no matter what others say, she must be the happiest girl in the world."

...

"What a beautiful line..." Hua Yang's eyes were a little blurred, and when she read this passage herself, she felt that happiness was overflowing.

"If it's just lines, it's really beautiful, but with paintings..." the fairy murmured, "It's poignant..."

"I have a bad feeling." Ying Lili's face was a bit bad.

"Is it tear gas again..." Qi Hai couldn't help but glanced at Nangong Yan, but could not see anything.

"It's very likely." Nicole was a little serious.

"What to do... I didn't dare to watch it, but I really want to watch it." The little bird was also tangled at the moment. She was a little afraid that she would cry, but she wanted to watch it very much... just because it was Nangong Yan. Comics.

"Let's see." Nangong Yan persuaded, "I watched it all at the beginning, how can I not watch it? As the saying goes... I chase the fan, I have to watch it if I cry!"

Women: "..."

That's it, don't worry about it yourself, Nangong Yan's words are equivalent to telling you plainly: I'm just harvesting your tears!

Let's see...

Turning over this opening, the plot jumps directly, and they also understand that this is a flashback...

But flashback... Is the scene just now the end?

When they think of this, their mood is not beautiful in an instant.

The corner of Nangong Yan's mouth ticked, wondering if Hui Naiguo will be so impatient to watch his new comic next time?

I'm a little expectant... Slightly shook her head, and continued to draw in her hands... From the time Honoka was about to withdraw from the Muse, she began to create some distance with everyone, and when the bird was about to leave, the final auditorium was full...

After Nangong Yan finished painting, Hui Naikao and the others also finished reading the two cartoons.

If these two episodes were adapted into an animation, it would be about one episode, but they also felt a little complicated when they watched it.

Because in addition to the poignant and poignant feeling at the beginning, the rest is filled with a touch of warmth, and there are even a lot of interesting plots.

It’s okay if they don’t understand the meaning, but who can’t?

Even if you don’t know the true whiteness of this description, you can feel it. The happier you see in the front, the more miserable you cry in the back...