Vol 2 Chapter 1202: heterogeneous

Chapter 1202
At this time, in a church orphanage.
A blonde woman carrying a painting suddenly raised her head against the blue sky and started to stay.
Until the skirt was shaken by a small fist of a meat, the woman returned to God, smiled and squatted down, and looked at the little girl who was less than five years old: "Buy, what?"
"Sister Feng, Siegfried can't hold it anymore."
The sly little milk sound, as well as the sly movements, and the eyes with prayers, fell into the woman’s eyes and immediately opened the flowers.
The woman clasped the bud, and slammed the tender face of the bud, and let her go for a while.
Then look at the other side, the side of the fountain to do the "Golden Chicken Independent" shape of Siegfried.
Siegfried and Bu Yi are the same age, because they maintain a posture for a long time, and now the bun is flushed with red eyes, and there is a flash of light in the eyelids, a look of grievances. However, he can't cry if he is wronged again. The grandfather said that the boy can't cry, not to mention that Bu Yi is still nearby.
Today, he really wants to put this position in front of Bu Yi to show "manly spirit", absolutely can not go out.
However, perhaps it was too long to stand, the sun was sinister, his face was blushing, and the steaming steam came out. Siegfried only felt a dizzy light in front of him, and the black light flashed, only listening to "噗通", Then it fell into the fountain and set off a splash.
After a long while, Siegfried, who was judged to have heatstroke, was brought back to the dormitory by the nun who was wronged.
Siegfried’s face was bleak, not only did he show his masculinity in front of Bu Yi, but he also lost people, and his uncomfortable feelings kept on turbulent.
The church nun thought that Siegfried was sad because he didn't get the painting. He said with gentleness: "It doesn't matter if I didn't get a chance to draw this time. I asked, Feng painter will come next week. By the time, when you are sick, It’s not too late to draw again.

Siegfried should be sullen.
On the other hand, the blond woman who kissed the little face of the bud, and then sent the bud, the Feng painter, suddenly felt the ear nails move.
"you……"
"Don't talk." Feng interrupted the sound in his ear, then turned over and jumped agilely to the statue in the center of the fountain. Then he said, "Let's talk."
There was a buzzing sound from the earrings: "My dear old friend Mirafil, I have never known, you are so interested in women's clothing?"
The blonde woman is the "magic painting" Mirafier von. He shrugged: "There is no way, this church only allows pure and innocent girls to come in. Besides, as a painter, it is also very interesting to experience art from a female perspective. of."
"I don't understand your art." Muttered, the voice came again in the stud: "I remember your goal, isn't the three princesses of the Okaleg royal family in the heart of the world?" Positioning here, I found out how you went to the Kingdom of Saint Isa?"
Feng: "The mysterious thing in Tassia, I got it half a day ago, but when I was ready to go back, I heard some rumors from the Kingdom of Saint Isa, and I came."
"Some rumors?"
"I can't talk to you specifically, but the whole kingdom is shrouded in a strange atmosphere. I feel that I can't meet anything here." Feng looked at the fountain under him, this strange atmosphere will not spread. In the water, he chose to stand in the statue in the middle of the fountain.
"Is it mysterious?" There was a burst of exclamation in the earrings, accompanied by a thick sigh: "A remote world of the last law, can actually create two mysterious things?"
"I don't know if it is a mysterious thing. It takes a while to explore... After all, apart from the opportunity brought by mysterious things, there is still an unknown danger." Feng recalled that in order to get "Cullo from Tahia" Ide’s feelings have been spent for fifteen years, just to observe Tahia and avoid danger.
However, "The feeling of Couloy" in Tahia is derived from a part of her own bones, so it took a long time to observe. If the mysterious thing here is alone, then it doesn't have to stop for so long.
After a pause, Feng said: "I will tell you after the incident, Rickton, what are you looking for?"
Suddenly, there was a squeaking noise in the stud earrings, which seemed to have an explosion sound and a long sound when leaking.
For a moment, Rickton gasped, in a sad tone: "My old friend, I have a very unfortunate news telling you that my experiment has failed."
"Since you have tried to refine the mysterious things, when did your alchemy experiment succeed?" Feng said: "And, this has anything to do with me."
Rickton: "You are my closest friend. I can't feel the same with me. It disappoints me too... Hey, if I can get the blackening of the Death of Odoros, maybe I can touch the mysterious level. ""
"Okay, I know what you mean. Next time I go back, I will find a way to apply for the right to use Kyle's book and help you find blackening." After Feng did not say good, he said "You look for me, it won't be for this matter?"
"Of course not." After receiving Feng’s promise, Rickton immediately smiled and talked about the business.
"I just got the latest news. According to the monitoring, not long ago, in the barren face of the Abyss world, there was a demon who was degraded." Rickton: "I know that you hate the devil, and the barren face is still connected. The Southern Region Wizards, so after getting the news, I will tell you the first time."
After Reckert finished, he never got a response from Feng.
"Hey, what's wrong with you?"
After a while, Feng’s voice came over:
I know, I felt a little when my agreement with Kyle’s book suddenly disappeared.

"What is your agreement with Kyle's book? Is this demon really degenerate and related to you?" After Rickton finished speaking, he suddenly reacted again: "Yes, you are so disgusted with the demon, you can do it." ""
Rickton remembered having accidentally seen a book in Feng's bookshelf.
The name seems to be called "Postal Exodus Record", which is a publication of the Wizarding League of the South Region called Frostmoon. On the title page of this book, there is Feng's painting, the Doomsday Scourge, which depicts the end-time picture after the advent of the Rising Sun Devil.
Feng’s hatred of the devil is naked. Rickton speculated that perhaps this is related to some of Feng’s early experiences. However, the wizard who can go to their step in this step will always drop some snow in his life and become snowy. No one knows except himself.
Feng is not willing to mention the snow in his life. Rickton also respects the respect between friends and has never asked.
Rickton: "Well, since it is your agreement with Kyle's book, now it seems that things should be fixed."
"The shadow of the demon should disappear." Feng faded.
"I don't know what it means to do this." Rickton sighed: "Since you already know, then I won't say it. I am going to continue to try it. Maybe it can be done without the legendary blackening." But I don't have much money to rent a safe mystery. It's really trouble... When you come back, remember to borrow the mysterious things I have learned for a few days."
"it is good."
The sound of Rickton gradually disappeared, and Feng looked up and looked at the sky quietly, as if he could see the world of the abyss that did not know much.
"Feng painter, how did you climb over there?" After a long time, an old priest came over.
Feng’s face was red, and he jumped from the statue in the center of the fountain:
Hey, I just accidentally got the ink on the statue, I came up and wiped it.

"Is it?" The old pastor had doubts in his eyes, but he was most suspicious of Feng's other thing than jumping on the statue.
Just two hours ago, the artist named Feng went to the orphanage and said that he wanted to make a portrait for the children free of charge, and that the painting would last for half a year.
Originally this was a good thing, but the nun who told him told him that Feng was asking them something.
"I told the nun before to tell me, are you asking about the Holy See?"
......
Time returned to the abyss, the face of poverty.
The seal of the continent under the shadow of the tree.
Griffith is probably in this life and will never forget this picture.
The tall figure of long blond hair stood quietly under the tall, Yingying green tree.
The darkness of the dead, the fragile earth, and the fire tornado that rises from the ground are the backdrop for this picture.
It is deeply engraved in the mind of Griffith.
I don't know how long it took, and when Graewood was still immersed in whitewashing the inner memory, a voice suddenly came out.
"It's really a mess."
Not the voice of the owner, nor from Bopota.
This voice is very special. It does not enter the air medium, but is like a spiritual ripple, which is directly transmitted into its mind. It is clear that Greewood does not know what language he is talking about, but he understands the words. meaning. But it is very different from the spiritual ripple because it has the texture of sound -
The male and female are indistinct, very cold, such as water droplets falling on the smooth and cold porcelain surface.
When Graewood heard the sound, it felt like he was coming to the ice and snow.
Who is talking? Gryce turned his head and finally settled on the blonde figure.
There are no other people here. The owner seems to be in a coma. Popota is also moving without a move. The only thing that can speak is...he.
As a new admirer, Gryce suddenly felt a little excited. After all, the demon had asked him many times before, but he never said anything. This is his first time talking!
Yes, what did he say? What is the miscellaneous?
When Graewood was wondering, he saw the blonde figure suddenly reaching out, and the tree made up of the power of the true spirit slowly poured out the light.
It’s like a firefly flying in the sky, and it’s like a sky full of stars.
Finally, these green spots are gathered in the hands of the blonde figure.
(End of this chapter)