Chapter 1490 Portrait of the Male God Mrs. Brief

This made Bulma even more itchy, feeling like she couldn't wait any longer.

She is a person who thinks and takes action.

But I can't find Ding Ling, and I don't know where Ding Ling lives. This is also a problem.

otherwise.

She had already driven a motorcycle or a flying car to find Ding Ling.

Thinking about this.

Bulma quickened her pace to catch up with Meng Weici:

"Sister Meng, do you know where Ding Ling lives?"

"……have no idea."

Meng Weici glanced at Bulma:

"How does it feel to kiss your idol?"

"Uh~~It smells very good."

"Hmm."

Meng Weici was a little unhappy, Qiong's nose wrinkled, "I didn't even kiss her."

"Then I'll kiss you."

Bulma pouted and leaned forward with a smile.

Meng Weici stretched out her hand to block:

"I just want to kiss your idol."

"hey-hey."

Bulma stood up straight and didn't mind that Meng Weici didn't kiss her, just because...

"I want to kiss him too. But the idol is too guarded. I can kiss you this time, and I will do it by surprise. You can try it next time."

"That makes sense."

Meng Weici was convinced. She had kissed him several times, and every time it was a surprise, otherwise Zhu Qingling would definitely not have kissed her.

Bidili and Qiqi looked at each other in confusion. These two female hooligans...

"That's right. We're talking about male idols. Don't let the topic go astray."

Bulma said seriously:

"How about you find a chance to draw a rough image of the male god and let me enjoy it first?"

"yes."

Bidili and Qiqi couldn't help but clapped their hands and said excitedly:

"Go paint now!"

Recently, I hear Meng Weici, Bulma and others talking about the male god Ding Ling every day.

The two of them were actually very curious.

But after knowing that Zhu Qingling was planning to pursue this male god, the two of them stopped thinking about getting close. Otherwise, they would have to get closer to the male god and explore it.

Now listening to Bulma talking about painting, the two of them suddenly realized that they couldn't see the real person, so they could just observe it from the paintings first.

'draw? ’

Meng Weici thought of Zhu Qingling's method:

‘I can’t draw. If you want to find it, look for Qingling. ’

‘I’ve seen you draw. ’

Bidili glanced sideways:

‘Your drawing skills are pretty good. Why doesn't it work? ’

'Compared to ordinary people, I'm okay, but compared to Qingling, I'm still far behind. In addition, it must be said that Qingling's paintings have the effect of 3D simulation of real people. ’

"Um?!"

Bulma was stunned, "Is it this level?"

"It's true."

Meng Weici thought for a while and said, "If you don't believe it, I will paint a painting of the male god first, and then when the bell is clear, I will ask her to paint another one. You two will compare it and you will know what our paintings are." It’s absolutely one day and one place, there’s no comparison at all.”

These words completely aroused the curiosity of Bidili, Qiqi, and Bulma.

Several people immediately took Meng Weici to the studio.

Bulma's house is too big.

Painting studio, piano room, violin room, fitness room, movie theater... everything is available.

It can only be said that he deserves to be the home of the richest man in the world.

Walked all the way.

Sun Wukong can be seen holding a rockery and doing squats outdoors.

Clint sweats profusely in the fitness room.

Dumpling was working out with Klin. When he saw a few people walking by, he couldn't help but shout:

"Bulma, has the radar been made?"

"It's done."

"Then where are you going?"

"Are you going to see the paintings of the male god?"

Bulma asked casually, and Dumpling immediately put down the dumbbells, performed a dance, and moved sideways in front of Bulma, blinking a pair of big eyes:

"Ding Ling's paintings? What do you mean?"

"Meng Weici wants to paint Ding Ling."

"Then I'll go!!\

,"When Klin heard this, he also put down his sports equipment and jumped up:

"I'll go too!"

Nowadays, people who are close to Zhu Qingling are very curious about what Ding Ling, the male god, looks like. Now that they have the chance to see it, who doesn’t want to see it?

Even if it’s just a painting, it’s good to satisfy your curiosity first.

"Can you see Zhu Qingling secretly in love with the male god?"

The Bull Demon King's eyes were also bright, and he followed them along.

Not long after.

Painting interior.

Bulma and others prepared pens, ink, paper and inkstones for Meng Weici.

Meng Weici began to paint.

She was deeply impressed by Ding Ling and would never forget it. Therefore, just thinking about it for a moment, Ding Ling's image appeared vividly in the painting.

He is a young man who is so handsome that he shines!

'Wow! ’

Bulma exclaimed:

"He's really handsome."

‘It turns out that gods look like this. ’

Klin and the Bull Demon King came over and praised:

"You look so young. He looks much younger than Krillin."

‘I can only say that he is indeed a god, incomparable to us humans. ’

Klin looked at Ding Ling's appearance carefully, thoughtfully:

"I thought Zhu Qingling had a crush on a majestic middle-aged man, or a steady and heroic young man, but I didn't expect it to be such a novice, such a young boy. He didn't look dignified at all. On the contrary, it feels like a little Naihao.”

Meng Weici covered her face, then stepped forward and decisively put away the painting as if she was about to tear it up.

Bidili immediately stepped forward to stop:

"Sister Meng, what are you doing?! Okay, why are you tearing it up?"

"I'm terrible at drawing."

Meng Weici covered her face in shame:

"The majestic, elegant, domineering, noble... perfect male god is painted into a little naihao, wuwuwu, I want to die, don't stop me, I want to tear it apart!"

‘Don’t. The male god you drew is very handsome, I like it very much, but there is nothing wrong with the drawing. ’

Bidili quit.

Qiqi didn’t do it either:

"I haven't seen enough yet. This male god has completely surpassed my aesthetic point of view. He is really personable, like a jade master, in one word: handsome!"

Bulma also came to advise:

"Sister Meng, your requirements are too high. The painting is already very good."

She glared at Klin:

"Apologise quickly."

"..."

Klin was speechless, but he still apologized.

Eat Bulma, live in Bulma. If your hands are soft, your mouth will be soft too.

Everyone advised.

Meng Weici then stopped thinking about tearing up the painting, but she still couldn't help but look at Klin and asked him to tell the truth. Klin didn't dare to say anything, he just echoed what everyone said.

Meng Weici was solemn and asked Klin to be more serious and tell the truth.

Seeing that she was serious, Klin scratched his bald head and said with some embarrassment:

"The Ding Ling you drew is much 'fresher' than many popular little fresh meats on the Internet today. I could have thought of Xiao Naihao. I'm sorry."

"That's it."

Bulma patted Krillin's shoulder heavily and said with a smile:

"You are also a disguised form of praising Ding Ling for his tender looks!"

'hey-hey. ’

Krillin scratched his head.

"But the male idol is indeed very young. I don't know how old he is. I really want to ask him his secrets of skin care."

Bulma touched her face, feeling a little worried:

"Seeing that the male god, Zhu Qingling and you all look so aged, I suddenly feel age-related anxiety."

"What kind of frozen age do I think I am?"

The corners of Meng Weici's eyes twitched twice:

"Also, I must reiterate."

Her finger painting said:

"I didn't express the image of the male god very well at all. I just barely painted one thousandth, um~ one ten thousandth of the male god's expression."

"...Are you kidding me?"

Bulma's eyes widened:

"You are so handsome, but you still barely have a ten thousandth of your charm?!"

"Maybe not even one in 10,000, one in 100,000? One in a million?"

"...!!"

Everyone looked at each other, speechless, and then all looked at Meng Weici:

"Are you serious?!"

"Do I look like I'm lying?"

Meng Weici rolled her eyes:

"To put it simply, it is difficult to draw the bones when painting a tiger's skin. Do you understand? I can't even draw one ten thousandth of the male god's skin, let alone the 'bones' aspect."

Everyone gasped.

Especially Bulma's eyes shone brightly and she said happily:

"Looking like this, he is already so handsome. I can't imagine the true demeanor of a male god. I can't wait any longer. When we have dinner later, um, Klin, Dumpling, you two go to the library to pick up your idol. Come down and eat together, and while we’re at it, how about we let our idol draw us a painting of Ding Ling?”

Krillin and Dumpling had a grimace on their faces, but under Bulma's bright eyes, they were forced to agree. Again, they were soft-spoken. Besides, they were also curious about their idol's painting skills.

…

evening.

Zhu Qingling was actually called down by Dumpling and Klin to eat.

She is a fairy and can skip meals.

So when she was obsessed with reading, there was no need to ask her to go to dinner.

Call her now, for what?

After a little probing, Dumpling told the truth.

Zhu Qingling was speechless. Knowing Bulma's thoughts, she did not pretend to show off or delay to cover up. She went downstairs and said in front of everyone:

"Since everyone is interested in my head, I will make a painting on the spot for everyone to see."

Bulma cheered and applauded:

"Long live the idol!"

She looked at the dumplings, Tianjin rice and others:

‘Why are you standing there, applauding your idol! ! ’

Tianjin Fan and others slowly applauded, and for a moment, the applause was like thunder.

Zhu Qingling smiled and looked at Bulma.

Bulma wisely brought pen, ink, paper and inkstone.

Zhu Qingling picked up the pen and dipped it in some ink. Instead of drawing on the paper, she splashed the ink in the void.

She activated the source of the curse of the enchantment.

This source of curse can make the characters drawn become 3D anthropomorphic, lifelike and like real people!

Not long after.

A young man took shape in the void.

He was radiant, had a unique temperament, and was endlessly charming. Just one glance made Bulma fall in love with him at first sight and she would never forget him.

She looked at the young man walking around in the void, looking up to the sky and smiling, looking extremely heroic and majestic;

Sometimes he is carrying a long sword and has sharp eyes, just like a handsome and unparalleled knight who came out of the long river of ancient time and space!

Sometimes he holds a spear in his hand and wears armor. He has a domineering, noble and royal air on his body, just like an emperor leading an army on an expedition!

sometimes……

…

Zhu Qingling's pen keeps moving around in the void.

In just a few moments.

Ding Ling transformed into no less than a dozen images in her writing. Each image is lifelike, flesh-and-blood, impressive and unforgettable!

It wasn't just Bulma who was dumbfounded.

Bidili and Qiqi were also infatuated. They had been extremely curious about Ding Ling for a long time. Now they saw him take shape under Zhu Qingling's pen, and he was so noble, elegant, and unrestrained... a collection of various complex temperaments. It was simply unimaginable that one person could contain so many temperaments.

There are always people who can find what they like in Ding Ling.

He is indeed perfect and impeccable. No matter how picky you are, you can't find any shortcomings in Ding Ling. Before, Kelin thought Ding Ling looked a bit like a pretty boy.

But now under Zhu Qingling's pen.

Ding Ling's heroic and domineering temperaments are intertwined and integrated.

He doesn't look like a pretty boy at all, but makes people fascinated by him! It's still the same face, but it seems to have been fine-tuned. The appearance and demeanor instantly soared by hundreds and thousands of times. Words can't describe Ding Ling's demeanor and appearance.

Even Kelin, Jiaozi, Tien Shinhan and others were shocked, and then they couldn't help but feel ashamed of themselves.

Tang Bohu looked at the side, and was struck by lightning, and his eyes seemed to lose their spirit in an instant.

He was in a state of despair, standing there, his pupils lost focus, and the whole person seemed to have lost his soul at this moment.

‘So he is Ding Ling. ’

‘Ding Ling is actually like this. ’

‘No wonder Zhu Qingling fell in love with him! ’

‘Is this the real god? ’

Tang Bohu’s heart was in turmoil, and he couldn’t control himself.

He had originally mustered up the courage to pursue Zhu Qingling again, but at this moment, this overwhelming courage was like ice and snow meeting the warm sun, and it was almost melted.

It was difficult for him to cheer up again and compete with a god like Ding Ling for a woman.

But let him give up like this.

He was really a little unwilling.

He could only hypnotize himself:

‘Ding Ling is far away, I am Zhu Qingling’s close friend, and over time, I believe that I will definitely be able to move Zhu Qingling. How do you know that you can’t succeed without trying? I have tried hard, but if I still fail in the end, then I have a clear conscience and no regrets! ’

Tang Bohu thought so, took a long breath, and when he looked at Ding Ling again, his eyes were much calmer.

He had already prepared for failure.

This was when Ding Ling was not present. If Ding Ling was with Zhu Qingling, Tang Bohu would probably not have the courage to get close to Zhu Qingling.

…

After a while.

Zhu Qingling put away his pen.

The young man Ding Ling, who was sitting, lying, reading, riding a horse, playing with a sword, playing with a gun, holding a halberd... in the void, also stopped writing with him, condensed in the void for a while, and then slowly dissipated.

It took a long time for Ding Ling's 3D portrait to dissipate.

Bulma and others seemed to have recovered, and they screamed one by one.

Especially as girls, Bulma, Videl, Qiqi and others were particularly excited.

Bulma's mother, Mrs. Brief, was the most exaggerated.

She jumped and hopped, covered her face, and screamed:

"No. Zhu Qingling, can you make a portrait of Ding Ling for me? I want to post it in my bedroom and look at him every day! Otherwise, I'm really worried that I won't be able to sleep in the future."

Zhu Qingling looked at her blankly.

Mrs. Brief blushed and said:

"Ding Ling's temperament and image are simply too dreamy. I can't even dream of a man with such a perfect image. This is just a meeting. If I don't see him again in the future, I will definitely lose my appetite!" (End of this chapter)