Chapter 227 Please do me a favor
When Lin Yi thought of this, his face gradually darkened.
At this point, it is already getting late. If you get lost in the green forest belt...even if Mu Daxian is the God of War, it will be very bad!
Mao Feiyang also gradually realized that something was wrong, but just when he was about to whisper to Mu Daxian that there was a problem, he saw Mu Daxian suddenly pull out the drawing board behind him and insert it on the ground, and then just listened to him The throat rolled slightly, and the sneer spread like ripples slowly:
"Okay, after following you for so long, you can come out."
Mao Feiyang's eyelids twitched suddenly.
And Lin Yi's head exploded - he was thinking too much! Totally overthinking it!
"I still underestimated this Mu Daxian!"
Lin Yi couldn't help but feel ashamed. If he was a cuckold, he would be punished with a tomato.
However, from the moment Mu Daxian finished speaking until his words were completely buried by the soil after they fell to the ground, the surrounding green forest belt was still dead silent, with only the gradually cooling wind stirring it. The thin mist in the mountains floated half an inch of desolation under the light of dusk.
"Come out. From yesterday to today, you still haven't figured out the positioning of hunters and prey!"
Mu Daxian had a sneer on his lips, slowly dipped his paintbrush in paint, and calmly Like a painter sketching in the forest.
However, the surroundings were still lifeless. It seemed that except for the numerous human sculptures, there was no stalker mentioned by Mu Daxian.
"Alas..." Mu Daxian sighed helplessly, "If I don't say it three times...if you insist on trying, I can let you die."
He started, not doing too many fancy operations, just painting calmly on the drawing board, adding the scene he saw in front of him into the drawing board stroke by stroke.
But during the whole process, he cleverly used the flowing relationship of light, shadow and fog to draw some more vaguely-appearing street lamp poles on the drawing board.
When these streetlight poles appear in his paintings, they look like they are there and not. It seems that whether they are there or not is only decided by him, the painter.
"The opportunity is given to you..."Light up". ”
Mu Daxian dipped his brush into golden paint, then changed the light brush to a heavy brush, and lit up all the street lights on the drawing board!
At this moment, Lin Suddenly, the originally cold green forest belt became brighter, and a warm glow instantly ignited the surrounding environment.
Mao Feiyang's exclamation rang out: "It's on?! The street lights...are all on?!"
Lin Yi suddenly took his eyes out of the drawing board, looked around, and suddenly discovered that the surrounding environment It seems that the "surrounding environment" is still the same as before, but I don't know when some more street light poles appeared, and these street light poles are all lit at this moment, directly illuminating the surrounding area of 100 meters in yellow and orange... …
【Ah——Ah——】
The nearby humanoid sculpture howled in pain. It was hiding from the sun and waiting for the sun to set before emerging from the green forest belt. They were like rotten trees huddled in a dank basement waiting to become moldy. But now, Mu Daxian directly used the "Sun Fist" to deal with the stalker. Under this indiscriminate AOE, the stalker Before they even showed their faces, the nearby sculpture phalanx was met with disaster...
Soon, the two of them rolled out of the tight corner...
Mao Feiyang looked at it immediately, and then his heart trembled - those two people were wearing the same dark green art student uniforms as Mu Daxian. They were obviously art students too!
But as they appeared, Mao Feiyang immediately noticed the obvious "malice" emanating from them!
"Puppet artist?!" Mao Feiyang exclaimed, and he instantly realized that these two guys seemed to be the puppets who were so frightened by Mu Daxian's pretense in the early morning that they did not dare to take action. People are born with art.
At that time, Mu Daxian actually had no fighting power and could only bluff. He only felt confident after asking Lao Mo to help him heal his arm.
And he thought that the puppet art student had been chased away by Mu Daxian, but he didn't expect that he was still persistent and followed them.
What he didn't expect was that they were followed by two pseudo-art students - he always thought there was only one.
These two pseudo-human art students obviously have stronger light resistance than humanoid sculptures. Of course, it may also be because Mu Daxian’s hand-painted works are inferior to serious sunlight...
But even so, the two pseudo-art students still looked embarrassed after being exposed, and seemed extremely uncomfortable.
"Wait, wait a minute... This, now is the third time!" One of the puppet art students was lying on the ground, raising his hands high and said with difficulty.
Mu Daxian looked at him coldly and sneered: "That's why I didn't kill them all."
He came to the fake art student, patted his face, and said scornfully: "Do you really think I'm bluffing?"
The art student lowered his head and said nothing with a sullen face.
The other gritted his teeth and said: "I have heard that Mu Daxian is known as an "extraordinary art student". He once pushed his teacher to the ground and rubbed him. Today it falls into your hands. I agree. Fucked! If you want to kill or behead me, please do as you please! "
"Hey, being so spineless makes me look like a villain? "Mu Daxian sneered, went over and stepped on the back of the pseudo-art student, and removed one of his arms at once.
Not the kind of dislocation, but like a dislocation. It's like taking apart a toy, just removed it.
What's strange is that after the arm was removed, the art student's dummy had bones and flesh lines visibly visible on the shoulder section, and blood beads quickly seeped out. However, as soon as these blood beads came into contact, The mist that filled the air quickly petrified and turned into a layer of pure white crystalline material, like a carapace.
"Mu Daxian, what are you doing?" The puppet art student shouted in humiliation. It struggled, but it couldn't break free at all.
"I want to discuss something with you." Mu Daxian smiled and said, "Don't worry, wait until I finish the work at hand, and then I will talk to you slowly."
Mu Daxian Xian said, and took off one of its legs.
After completing this step, he removed one arm and one leg each of the other puppet artist.
With both hands and feet, Mu Daxian casually threw them aside. The two pseudo-human art students had no room for resistance in the field arranged by Mu Daxian, which completely proved what is meant by "fish and meat on the board".
"Kill if you want, don't torture us here!" The pseudo-human art student couldn't bear the humiliation, struggled to rush up from the ground, jumped on one foot and flew up to bite Mu Daxian.
Mu Daxian used its feet as a stick and knocked it to the ground.
"Hey, hey, hey, that's my foot, be careful!" Another a little timid art student shouted quickly, looking at a piece of debris flying out of his foot, his face filled with tears. They all look like heartache.
"Hey, it seems we have something to talk about." Mu Daxian looked at the cowardly pseudo-art student with a smile, "I'm looking for you, actually I want to ask you to do me a favor. ”
"Help? This is not the attitude you should have!" the puppet art student next to him cursed.
Mu Daxian frowned, went over and removed its other arm and one leg, and then pressed its face into the pile of dead leaves.
“Noisy.”
He felt dissatisfied again, so he stepped on it again, and then he came to the cowardly pseudo-art student with satisfaction.
In the shadow of the famous human tree, Mu Daxian has a fierce reputation in the art building. The pseudo-human art student was originally not very brave to deal with Mu Daxian, but now he was bluffed by Mu Daxian's momentum. Stop, and suddenly started to tremble: "Well... you, what do you want me to do..."
Mu Daxian didn't hesitate and took out four petrified light bulbs from the cloth bag and threw them in front of it.
"This, is this...?" The face of the pseudo-art student changed.
"Yes, it's a light bulb." Mu Daxian said, "The light bulbs have failed. I want to ask you to do me a favor and recharge them." "This...how can I do this? Yes?" The pseudo-art student looked bitter.
“No way?” Mu Daxian reached out and touched its other arm.
"Ah, yes, yes! Yes, yes!"
"Hey, that's right!"
"But it's hard for a clever woman to cook without rice... If you can cook, you can cook, you can... Stop, stop, stop!" With tears in his eyes, he looked at the arm that had been removed by Mu Daxian, feeling that he had never had such a dark day in his artistic life.
“I told you that I can cook now.” It felt like it was going to cry.
“I am... not in control!” Mu Daxian smacked his lips.
"But...even if you want to recharge, it will take time, and your four light bulbs...require a lot of resources..."
"How about I come to you?" Mu Daxianhao He said rudely, "Don't think I don't know. You are building some underworld stuff deep in the jungle. You can take the light bulb with you and secretly steal some energy, which is enough to charge it."
The face of the puppet art student changed again: "How do you know... you are lying to me?!"
"I am lying to your sister!" Mu Daxian picked up its arm and gave it two bangs , "I still need to lie? Just tell me whether you want to do it or not!"
"I..."
"You guys eat your own food. In fact, it's not stealing in essence, right?" Mu Daxian's tone suddenly became softer, as if it contained the magic power to confuse people's hearts.
"This..."
"Besides, you are non-renewable resources, what is more important than your lives?"
"emmm ..."
"Besides, what are these resources to you? Just four light bulbs, right?"
"Okay, I'll do it!" The pseudo-art student gritted his teeth and succumbed to Mu Daxian's lustful power.
"Asshole, you were convinced by him in just a few words! You are such a disgrace to us fanatical believers!!"
The buried pseudo-human art student next to him struggled hard and finally finally He pulled himself out from the dead leaves and piles of soil, then looked at Mu Daxian and shouted angrily: "I can do this kind of thing! My consciousness is higher!!"
" ..." The corners of Mao Feiyang's mouth twitched violently, and I thought that using the toughest tone to speak softly was really an eye-opener for me.
Mu Daxian’s expression remained unchanged as he glanced at them with interest and said with a half-smile, “But for this trivial matter, I don’t seem to need two people.”
"You...?!"
"Hey! I have an idea!" Mu Daxian snapped his fingers.
The next moment, I saw him dismantling the two puppet art students into "parts", and then he was assembling them for a while, and finally assembled one with two heads using the parts of the two puppets. The dummy and the remaining mutilated body parts.
After finishing, Mu Daxian looked at his "masterpiece", clapped his hands with satisfaction, and said narcissistically: "Should I say it or not, if the teacher sees my masterpiece, he will not give me " "Transportation and Assembling of Sculptures" was given a zero mark...I didn't waste any of these parts!"
The two-headed dummies were looking at this lunatic Mu Daxian with horrified expressions. "There are no wasted "parts"" all over the floor, holding four street lamps tremblingly, not daring to say a word.
Mu Daxian glanced at them lightly: "Why are you still standing there? If you can't come back before the street lights in the campus turn on, I will throw away these parts of yours."
"After night falls, the dummy sculptures all over the mountains and plains will definitely be very interested in your small parts."
He showed a cruel smile and crossed his arms in front of the dummy. In the eyes of art students, they look like a big devil who plays tricks on all living beings.
The puppet art student ran away holding the street lamp in his arms.
Looking at its back, Mu Daxian sneered, put the parts together and sat on it as a bench.
It was only then that Mao Feiyang felt that Mu Daxian was a little "back"...
His appearance just now really looked like a limb-severing maniac...
"Xian Brother...?" Mao Feiyang probed cautiously.
"What's the matter? You're submissive, unlike you?" Mu Daxian smiled, stretched out his hand and patted the place beside him, "Come and rest for a while."
"Oh." Mao Feiyang moved over and sat down obediently, placing his hands squarely on his knees, as well-behaved as a young daughter-in-law.
"What's going on with you?" Mu Daxian couldn't help but patted him. He was so frightened that Mao Feiyang jumped three feet high and almost kowtowed to Mu Daxian, "No, don't tear me down, brother Xian!"
Mu Daxian: "..."
"Come here."
"Hey, okay!"
"..."
"I still like your bitch, bitch, bitch, why don't you... recover?"
Mao Feiyang coughed dryly, took a deep breath, and then said: "Uh... okay, actually, brother Xian, I don’t understand.”
Seeing that Mao Feiyang had indeed “switched” back, Mu Daxian nodded: “You said it.”
“Brother Xian, you are not afraid of them. Roll up the street lights and run away?”
“Don’t be afraid. If they run away, I will feed their parts to the dummy sculptures and activate the backup plan.”
"Brother Xian, the backup plan you mentioned, shouldn't it be... to blow up the street lamp with your hands?"
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