Soul Painter

　　 See the moose cat.

　　 Gao Fan only felt the inspiration exploded in his mind.

　　 The whole body is erected.

　　 It is as if there is an electric current that flickers across the surface of the skin.

　　 He seemed to return to the abyss once again from the light show on the ceiling of Xinwei's house, and once again watched the great existence that integrates the ultimate beauty of the world.

There are countless fireworks and paintballs in front of me, and thousands of people roaring in my ears. This time the explosion of inspiration is stronger than many times before. Gao Fan does not know the passage of time, but is silent in the beauty that can suffocate mankind. .

　　 Until an anxious shouting sounded repeatedly in the ear.

　　 "Crazy! Crazy! Crazy!"

　　 The voice seemed to come from a far away place.

　　 Another shrugging, extremely ironed round head squeezed itself into Gao Fan’s palm...God is God.

In Gao Fan's vision, he finally saw the world clearly again.

He was still lying on the shampoo chair, facing the ceiling lights that could be seen upwards, which had long been extinguished. Xin Weizheng yelled anxiously while trying to pull Gao Fan down from the chair, but she couldn't move. Fan became surprisingly sinking.

　　 Gao Fan touched his face again, it was all wet with sweat, even his hair was soaked, and the high temperature on his cheeks was a bit hot. The temperature might have exceeded 40, right?

　　 "It's okay, I'm okay~" Gao Fan said to Xin Wei who is still pulling him hard, "It's the inspiration that made me warm up~"

　　 realized that there was a strange madness in his tone, coupled with the chaotic whispering in his ear, Gao Fan checked the system, the SAN value was 78, this time the inspiration explosion exploded his 2 points of SAN value.

　　 You must know that this month, Gao Fan traveled all over the country, but he only experienced two explosions of inspiration, each losing 1 point of SAN value. As a result, just a short moment, he lost 2 points of SAN value.

　　 "You scared me to death!" Xin Wei wiped the unstoppable tears with the back of his hand, "You didn't know that you were exactly like my mother just now!"

　　 "Auntie, she was also...Auntie also lived like this?" Gao Fan tried to calm himself down, put God in his arms, and his mood gradually stabilized.

　　 A month ago, the moose cat rarely patronized Gao Fan, most of which were attributed to God. God played the role of calming Gao Fan’s unstable mental state.

　　At this moment, in Xin Wei's home, he saw the light image of an elk cat, which made Gao Fan realize that Xin Wei's mother's abnormality and death were most likely related to certain pollution incidents.

"Yes, sometimes, when my mother sees the light on the ceiling, she will be very calm, and very few times, it will be very scary, as if you are experiencing the most painful torture, just like you just now." Xin Wei said, "I'm sorry. ,I have no idea……"

　　 "It's none of your business." Gao Fan shook his head, and he looked up at the unlit ceiling.

　　 Layers of lamp beads are arranged, when it is not on, it looks like a diamond-paved top.

　　 And once the light is on, countless colorful paintings are integrated, and the layers of brilliance are magical...like an elk cat descending.

　　 This must be a masterpiece of a master.

　　A master who integrates design into art.

　　 This master has not only seen moose cats, but also used his superb skills to show the great forms of moose cats in the form of lights.

　　 was able to blow up the 2 points of Gao Fan's SAN value.

　　 Every art form is interlinked, and Gao Fan knows how difficult it is, just like he is now, he still hasn’t been confident enough to paint an image of an elk cat.

　　 "Don't look~" Xin Wei saw Gao Fan staring at the light pattern on the ceiling, so he went to pull Gao Fan, but he didn't.

　　 "Why are you so heavy now?" Xin Wei complained, then complained about the weird light ceiling, "I will ask someone to tear it down tomorrow."

　　 "Who designed this?" Gao Fan asked.

　　Xin Wei doesn’t know, this is of course possible. When her mother died, she was still young, which means that this lighting design was more than ten years ago.

　　 But Xin Wei's father should know it, but Xin Wei's father is on a business trip abroad and cannot come back for a short time.

　　 "Anything in Auntie's relic, is there any diary or something?" Gao Fan asked.

　　 "Why are you curious about this?" Xin Wei was puzzled.

"It's very important, but I can't tell you." Gao Fan said simply and directly. He wanted to find the master who designed the lights for Xin Wei's house. This master must have seen the moose cat, and Gao Fan could get it as a moose from the master. Some technical support for cat painting.

　　 "You are really direct." Xin Wei snorted coldly.

　　 Gao Fan glanced at Xin Wei, which seemed to mean that he didn't want to lie to you.

　　 Xin Wei's face blushed, probably remembering the bold words when he washed Gao Fan's hair just now.

　　 So Xin Wei was busy and changed the subject, "My mother's relics are all in my dad's study room, we can look for them."

Xin Wei’s father is Xin Boyu. This name often appears in the column of textbook authors in the psychology departments of various universities. His library is naturally quite rich. Looking at this scene, Gao Fan inexplicably thinks of Lin Senhao’s library... Hey? He shook his head and swept these associations out of his head. Why did he always chant this name in his heart recently? Is this guy coming back?

　　 Xinwei took out a box from under the bookcase, which contained her mother's relics.

　　 Photos, trophies, certificates of honor... etc.

　　Xin Wei chatted with Gao Fan while flipping through these things.

　　 Xin Wei asked: "Why are you so heavy? The ancient artists would be so yellow and thin~www.wuxiax.com~ Look at Du Fu, why are you getting fat?"

　　 Gao Fan replied: "It's not that you are fat, but that you are strong."

　　 Talking, Gao Fan, who was sitting on the floor, lifted up the hem of his hoodie and showed Xin Wei his abdominal muscles.

　　 That's right.

　　 abdominal muscles.

　　 Eight yuan.

　　 This was really shocked to Xin Wei. A photo slipped from her hand and fell to the floor. She half opened her mouth and was surprised. How could this be possible? Before, Gao Fan was as thin as a monkey!

　　 Of course, being thin can also lose abdominal muscles, but Gao Fan now shows this abdominal muscles, which is obviously not thinner.

　　 "I do push-ups and sit-ups on the road." Gao Fan explained, picking up the photo of Xin Wei's drop.

　　 "Do you think you are Saitama?" Xin Wei vomited.

　　 Gao Fan chuckled, but of course this is not the case.

After he sacrificed the ancient Zuka tree to the great existence in the world of flesh and blood specimens, that great existence not only returned his lost flesh and blood, but also gave him a lot of additional'rewards', these'rewards', It is Gao Fan’s muscles that are gradually becoming stronger. Now his face is as thin as before, but he has a lot of abdominal muscles, trapezius muscles, and rotator cuff muscles. Undressing has meat.

　　 These are not very useful to Gao Fan, but they are indeed a ‘deposit’, which is a price that can be paid to the ruler of flesh and blood in the future.

Now, Gao Fan looked at the photo at his hand and was lost in thought. In the photo, apart from Xin Wei’s mother, several other people seemed to be familiar with each other. They should be a famous Hollywood director and a well-known performance artist all over the world... Gao Fan flipped through the photo, and there was a line of English letters on the photo:

　　‘SUNCLUB’.