Chapter 388 Do I have a cold?

As soon as these words came out.

The painter did not reply.

After the other party was silent for a while, the other party's words were displayed on the chat interface.

0233: "Really? Great! Then... Alliance leader, I will get ready now and wait for you on the island!"

...

On the other side.

The painter closed the chat interface, sat on the stone pier, picked up the food, and giggled.

At this time, a girl came over from the side, looking at the painter's appearance a little confused.

The girl had long hair that was half purple and half black, and the punk-style clothes she wore were washed a little white.

It was 0066.

After seeing the painter, 0066's eyes were also very strange, as if she was looking at a fool.

In the other party's strange state, she thought about it and asked worriedly:

"Hey, then... what are you laughing at here? Laughing like a fucking idiot."

? ? ?

As soon as these words came out, the painter was pulled out of his fantasy by the other party, and looked at 0066 with a confused face.

"Sorry... what did you say just now?"

"Ah, nothing..."

0066 organized his words and asked:

"I just went back to the island to distribute some food, and when I came back, I saw you become like this. What happened to you, and you suddenly became like this?"

"Hehe... I remembered some happy things."

"Happy things?... Your wife gave birth to a child?"

Painter: "???"

During lunch, the painter finally couldn't stand the other party's soft and hard nagging, and told the news he got.

"I just chatted with the leader, and he said he would come over in the afternoon to see us."

"Huh?"

0066 looked at the painter with a face full of surprise, thought for a while and asked:

"No, I won't say anything about the complaints for the time being. Why didn't he tell me the news of his coming, and only told you?"

! !

Hearing this, the painter's pupils shrank suddenly.

She seemed to have thought of something, her heart was beating non-stop, and her face flushed.

"This... I don't know about this... hihihihi~"

"... No, painter, what happened to you today? Why do I feel that your smile is a bit vulgar? Wow, your face is so red, are you having a fever?"

At this time, the meal was finished, and the painter ignored 0066's worried expression, stood up and walked directly towards the house.

Now, 0066 was unhappy.

"Hey, hey, hey, I'm talking to you, why are you walking away suddenly? Are you sick? Let me see!"

...

In the house.

The painter sat in front of a wooden table, took out all the paper and pen, and placed them on the table.

At this time, 0066 stood beside her, looking at everything curiously.

"Painter, what are you going to do?"

The painter did not answer 0066's question directly, but propped up his head with the hand holding the pen, and asked himself:

"What do you think our leader looks like? How old is he, how tall is he, what is his figure like, and is he good-looking?"

0066 paused, then guessed:

"According to my understanding, our area is basically full of young people, and 1111's speaking style is not old-fashioned, so he should be in his 20s... Why are you asking this? When he comes over, we can see him in person."

The painter replied:

"Because he is coming soon, I want to guess what he looks like before he comes over, and see how similar he is to the image in my mind."

0066 was a little confused about the other party's thoughts, but still asked curiously:

"Then what do you think 1111 should be like What kind of image do you want to see?"

"Actually, I don't know. I seem to have dreamed of him before, but I can't remember his face..."

The painter muttered, looking at the ceiling and said:

"However, according to the leader's speaking style and courage, his image must be good!

I think his image should be like this.

Sword-like eyebrows and star-like eyes, a face as sharp as a knife and an axe..."

"? ? ? No, wait a moment."

0066 was confused and immediately interrupted the painter and asked:

"Sword-like eyebrows and star-like eyes can be understood, but this face is as sharp as a knife and an axe...

Sharp as a knife and an axe? Is this still a human face?"

"You don't understand. This is how the protagonist is described in novels."

"...Well, it's really not easy to be the protagonist. First of all, you can't get past the level of having an axe on your face. So, are you going to draw him first?"

"Yeah!"

The painter nodded and started to write. While painting, the artist muttered:

"1111 must be a versatile man who can handle both the living room and the kitchen. He can be salty or sweet, gentle and warm on weekdays, but he is as ruthless as a devil in battle, just like Sebastian..."

When the artist handed the portrait to 0066, 0066 held the paper and took a look.

At this time, a male image appeared on the paper.

He has fair skin and long bangs. He is tall and slender, wearing a tuxedo, like a butler.

"In your heart, 1111 looks like this?"

0066's expression was a little strange, as if this image had a huge impact on the image of Jiang Tian in her mind.

"That's right. What's wrong? Is it different from what you thought?"

"It's really different."

"Then what do you think 1111 should look like?"

When asked by the artist, 0066 thought for a while and replied:

"If you ask me... 1111 should like to cover himself in a long black cloak on weekdays, and only show a pair of eyes when communicating with people. He thinks about how to cheat others every day. After thinking of the way to cheat people, he will hear a few evil laughs from the cloak."

On the other side.

"Ah-choo!"

After a big sneeze, Jiang Tian, who was instructing his men to separate the islands, rubbed his nose.

What's going on?

It's late in the afternoon and the sun is quite hot. Do I have a cold?

I'll go and see Mr. Sun later...

The scene returns to the artist and 0066.

After discussing Jiang Tian's image, the artist took another piece of paper and began to think.

Seeing this, 0066 asked curiously:

"What's wrong with you now? Are you not satisfied with the image drawn by 1111 just now? Are you going to draw another one?"

"No..."

The painter held the pen and murmured: