Chapter 2142

Even the puppet masters from many years ago suffered a big loss from him once - the power of the painter, as the old master, Lin Sanjiu, is really clear.

She didn't remember whether she had ever used a painter in front of Yu Yuan, but the reason why the three people at this moment had not turned into oil paint on the canvas with a "pop" was all thanks to Yu Yuan.

At the beginning of the suction on the canvas, no, it may be that when he saw the artist start painting, Yu Yuan reacted one step earlier than anyone else.

He was the closest to the isolation room, and as soon as he twisted his body, he grabbed the doorknob with his backhand, and then used the other hand to hold Kiyomiku's arm - just after such a short and quick action that didn't work for two seconds , a strong suction force has been generated from the canvas, dragging the feet of several people into the air; Lin Sanjiu is quick-witted, and has already hugged Qing Jiuliu's leg, which finally made himself into the air. A flag fluttering, not a realistic human figure on the canvas.

The artist must not be allowed to finish the painting; otherwise, even the puppet masters will have no hope of survival today in the face of the power that even the puppet masters can only support themselves from being sucked in.

"Painter!"

As soon as he hugged Qing Jiuruu tightly, Lin Sanjiu immediately roared, "Turn around and see, it's me!"

She turned her face reluctantly, and found that the brush that was swiping back and forth on the canvas really slowed down a little; Like a worker who is afraid that the overseer boss will find out that he is slacking off.

Just hesitate!

"Painter, look at me, are you going to attack me? Are you really going to listen to a stranger's order and absorb me into the canvas?" Lin Sanjiu was desperately moved, hoping that the artist would still keep it. When he was by his side, he became more and more flexible and true to his personality: "Do you remember the mentor? Do you remember the goddess? Have you forgotten all the years we have been on adventures together?"

She said a few words, but the suction still didn't intensify, and the painter didn't continue to finish the painting, but turned around a little, carefully glanced at Lin Sanjiu several times, and hesitated: "...Ah, ah ?"

If the medical system hadn't intervened at this time, perhaps Lin Sanjiu could have persuaded the painter to change his mind and give up the attack—but she wouldn't know the answer.

"Continue to draw!" The medical system shouted sharply in Pina's voice: "You are just a personal object, you have no choice, you must obey my orders - continue!"

The painter was so frightened that he let out an "ah" and turned his head away quickly; Lin Sanjiu suddenly felt the suction force intensify, pulling her back almost irresistibly, causing her hand to move slightly. Kiyotaka's legs slid down, and he quickly cast his consciousness, tied the three of himself together, and hung them tightly on the door handle.

However, this is just a temporary patch.

With the strong suction of the canvas, there are only two consequences for continuing: first, the door panel is loosened, and they are sucked away together; second, even if the door holds on, their bodies will not be able to hold on sooner or later. The only difference is "being sucked in whole" and "being sucked in by a torn body".

Even she felt that her whole body was being stretched apart one by one, presumably Yu Yuan and Qing Jiuruu were under unimaginable pulling force - Yu Yuan couldn't even speak, only under the breath of strength. , an involuntary hard sound in the throat.

"Painter..." She finally called out, "Stop, stop!"

"Don't stop," Pina turned to look at the artist, looking very dissatisfied, "Why is it slowing down so much? Draw faster!"

This is indeed Karma, Lin Sanjiu thought desperately. The tricks she used on the puppet master back then have now put herself in the exact same situation. What's worse is that this time the owner of the artist will not stop halfway like her.

I don't know if it was her turn to become the artist's target. Lin Sanjiu always felt that the suction of the canvas was stronger than before; The head itself becomes—wait, tile?

Porcelain!

Lin Sanjiu suddenly had an idea. Immediately, he was refreshed. He hurriedly found out a bit of consciousness, swiped from the ground a few times, and then returned to her hand with a snap of his prey.

There is no way out of the sky. Fortunately, Yu Yuan and the others were very destructive when they started, so she still has a way to try at this moment...

"Painter," Lin Sanjiu also realized, he unconsciously used a tone like calling a dog, "Painter painter! Look... what do you see in my hand? It's your favorite piece of porcelain... Porcelain Film Oh!"

Before waiting for the medical system to order again, the artist has already twisted his neck.

He just opened his palm to reveal two pieces of broken porcelain that he had just picked up from the ground, but Lin Sanjiu felt like he was walking a tightrope.

"Come, painter, come." Although it was very difficult to speak, Lin Sanjiu's spirit was much better when he saw hope. "Put the painting away, and I will give you the porcelain, okay?"

"Continue painting," the medical system finally showed a bit of disbelief on Pina's face. Looking around, she seemed unable to figure out why a broken piece of porcelain could shake her control over the painter. "Don't look at her, keep painting!"

The painter opened his mouth slightly, and his eyes turned around Pina and Lin Sanjiu a few times, as if he was caught in a dilemma of choice for the first time in his life.

On the one hand, he couldn't go against his instinct to obey orders as an object, but on the other hand, he was greedy for ceramic pieces. After hesitating for a few seconds, he finally made a decision that was not sinful on both sides-he didn't put away the painting, but put the paintbrush away and stood up. He got up and walked towards Lin Sanjiu, his eyes were shining, as if he really felt that what he had done was very suitable for eating a piece of porcelain as a reward.

"I didn't expect such a poor quality item to not even implement an order..." Pina said in a low voice, looked at the canvas, and snorted slowly. "What can you do if you delay for a few seconds?"

Although she didn't want to admit it, she was right. As long as the painter does not put away the canvas for a moment, they are not safe for a moment - and now it seems that it is basically impossible for the painter to violate the instinct and the owner's order. After he took the tiles and went back, in a few seconds, the painter could finish the painting.

How to do?

Lin Sanjiu was in a cold sweat and a hot sweat, and even the tiles were soaked wet. The painter walked in front of her and turned his eyes to her hands full of expectation.

"Okay, dear boy," she said in a low voice, holding the tile up a little, "you must hurry up, do you hear me?"

Hearing the words, the artist's hand that was about to pick up the porcelain couldn't help but glanced at her blankly; however, Lin Sanjiu's words were not meant for him.

Even the puppet master can't do anything about the [unfinished painting], but there may still be a very narrow way of life, and this way of life happens to be only Lin Sanjiu can walk.

How should I put it, thanks to the medical system, it is an entry-level item painter who is always a bit incompetent.

Lin Sanjiu repeatedly recalled the place where he left Ding Liuyi in his mind, exhausted all the strength he could mobilize, finally raised one leg sideways in the air, and took a slight step forward—because she At this time, the body is sucked up by the suction, and the whole person is blocked in mid-air, so when entering the "space span", the required angle is different.

When the enthusiastic painter was about to get the tiles, the center of the world in front of Lin Sanjiu finally bloomed a brand-new, huge flower.

The petal-like layered world space gradually opened, scouring out the world where the artist and Pina were. In the blink of an eye, the suction on her body disappeared completely, and she fell straight to the ground. The depths of the universe, where layers of light, shadow and texture bloomed—the exclamation that Kiyotura made when she was dragged down, sounded like a memory separated by many lives.

When she rolled on the floor with a "gudong" sound, she wasn't even sure where she landed. Consciousness was like turning into a merry-go-round, and the dizziness of light and shadow was played out in her mind over and over again; it was not until a steady and powerful hand lifted her up from the floor that she knew that they had escaped. .

"Xiaojiu," Yu Yuan gasped and asked, his voice very low: "We've all come out...Are you all right?"

She blinked and saw the unremarkably bare corridor in front of her. Ding Liuyi, who was tied into a zongzi by her, was lying in the corner unable to move. He said "uuuuuuu" in his mouth and didn't know what to say; Lin Sanjiu turned his head to look, and Qing Jiuruu was also leaning against the wall. , breathing heavily.

The big witch is still outside, but they can't let the medical system realize that they are only less than a minute away.

"I know what's going on. The medical system has a sub-space that only it can open," Lin Sanjiu murmured, "and that sub-space should contain it deducted from the evolutionary body. Items taken... When the painter is no longer a nurse, but is dragged from the sub-space once by it as an item, the painter's property rights will change, and the belt on the artist's hand will fall... Because they were originally two things, but were restored to a single state in the storage subspace."

Although she figured it out, she didn't know what to do with this conclusion. Instead, it was even more difficult: this time, the medical system was entrusted to the university, but only used painters and let them run away. In case it learned a lesson next time, With one brain pulling out countless items, how many people still have room to resist?

Ding Liuyi stared at Lin Sanjiu closely, and kept mumbling from his nose; Lin Sanjiu was already upset, so he ripped off the consciousness used to cover his mouth and whispered, "What are you doing? ?"

Ding Liuyi's eyes were straight and he looked at her blankly.

"Follow my voice..." he said in a sleepy tone. "Follow my voice...I'll take you into that... subspace with stuff."