This is a downward view from the sky. There are dark nights and thin snowflakes floating. In the deep and quiet alley, a young man held a long pole in his hand. He only saw his back and side face. He slapped the machetes in front of him. The machetes with a gloomy face made the faces of several machetes blurred blood.

The scene is real, every minute, every corner, and every detail are drawn in reality. The young man in the painting is only six or seven points similar to Wang Chao. Because of the comic style, seven points are real and three points are virtual.

His face is ordinary, and he can only be considered a handsome guy, but his eyes are extremely vivid and he rises up to fight for his life.

This scene made people feel nervous after watching it. They were worried about the fate of the boy, surprised by his danger, and frightened the machete hand around the boy, as well as the bloody face that was hit by the long oar.

"...hiss...this style..." Zhang Tong took a light breath and was attracted in at first sight, which was extremely vivid.

"Suit (drinking soup)... tsk... It's very real, very realistic, and some fantasy, right? Haha, in order to create the style of this scene, I racked my brains and absorbed some of the hard lines in Hong Kong comics, the second-dimensional soft fantasy attributes of Japanese comics, as well as the real attributes of reality, plus a little mysterious aura to render the background." Wang Xiu was still eating dinner at this time, drinking soup.

Zhang Tong continued to look through the second painting - "Bloody battle in the long alley, the boy fights his life"

The second painting was even more thrilling. The long pole in the boy's hand was broken and broken into several pieces and threw it aside. A ferocious bloody mouth was cut off on his back. There were twenty or thirty machetes behind him about to chase him from the alley. In front, there were also dozens of machetes blocking the way.

The young man fought for his life with injuries, twisted his body, and withdrew three swords. The backhand sword flashed, the enemy's Adam's apple bloomed, and blood blossomed into the sky, killing the two of them.

Zhang Tong looked at this picture and was already in the scene. Her beautiful face was slightly frightened, with a little sweat, and a little stimulating. How can I say that a dangerous aura spread from my bone marrow? Oh, it was simply a shocking mind! If Zhang Tong had seen life in another world starting from scratch, she would definitely describe it like this.

The third painting is the painting of "The Young Man's Bloody Hands on a Knife" when Wang Xiu welcomed Wang Chao and told him not to move.

Finally, in the fourth picture, Zhang Tong was slightly surprised and finally understood what the old driver in Wang Xiu's mouth was. It turned out that he was not an old driver, but... "Beauty 'Old Si Ji', 180-degree flip show of driving skills!"

In the picture, the pale-faced bloody boy was already sitting in the sports car, the beauty Si Ji stepped on the accelerator, turned the front of the car at 180 degrees, and rushed away.

"So it's this 'old Si Ji'." Zhang Tong smiled knowingly and instantly understood some of the meanings.

"However, why didn't you draw yourself?"

"Because the protagonists are Wang Chao and you, I am just a passing by." Wang Xiu said with a faint smile and put down the chopsticks in his hand.

"Okay, thank you for your dinner. It's not too late. See you tomorrow." Wang Xiu took the painting board back without any hesitation and left without looking back.

"Wait... Wang Chao said before falling asleep, he hasn't thanked you yet..."

"I'll come back tomorrow morning, let's talk about it later."

The next day, when Wang Xiu arrived at the hospital on time, Wang Chao had woken up. Wang Chao had already eaten the nutritious and blood-replenishing black chicken ginseng soup brought by Zhang Tong.

But what's strange is that the two of them were holding a chopstick in their hands, stabbing each other, using chopsticks as swords, stabbing each other and slashing each other, fast and accurate, picking up the top, connecting down, wrapping the left, and collapse on the right.

The scene that Wang Xiu watched happened to be Zhang Tong's chopsticks hit Wang Chao's wrist, and Wang Chao lost a little.

At that time, Wang Xiu shouted: "Okay! What a handsome sword technique."

"You are here." When Wang Chao saw Wang Xiu walk in from the door, he seemed to want to get up.

"Stop, sit down, you are now a wounded."

"Yesterday..." Wang Chao wanted to say something and wanted to say something. Wang Xiu gave him a look, but Wang Chao didn't say anything else.

"Let's talk about why you were chased and chopped by so many people. Wang Chao, you should be a little clear-headed." Wang Xiu sat down on the side with a golden sword and said straight to the point.

Wang Chao was silent and nodded later and said, "It should be because he was the shield of Zhu Jia. The second son of the governor should be Zhao Jun."

"Zhu Jia is the daughter of the provincial secretary, the second generation of officials, the white and rich beauty, right... Wang Chao, it is not a good thing to get close to such a white and rich beauty. For you now, they are all disasters, so it is better to stay away from her."

"It's not me who I target. What I want to say is that beautiful women are troublesome, especially beautiful and smart women. They will always cause some men who are not strong enough to suffer great losses or even die because of their natural beauty."

"I am frank, such a woman is not suitable for you. If you get close to her, she will not be able to be with you without any good results. Even if she is together, her family will not be willing, especially in China with an official system. The second generation of officials is the most troublesome person, whether she is a good person or a bad person."

At this time, the door behind him opened and a woman walked into it. It was really said that Cao Cao, Cao Cao arrived, and Zhu Jia came.

"Why do you say I'm in trouble?" Zhu Jia pinched her waist angrily, frowned and looked at Wang Xiu who was seriously advising Wang Chao.

"And, who are you and why are you here?"

Zhu Jia was very annoyed. He just received the news that Wang Chao was chased by a group of macheteers last night. He had a vague premonition in his heart, so he hurriedly came to visit Wang Chao as soon as he heard the news. But before he could enter the door, he heard a man saying something that she was in trouble.

Wang Xiu turned his head and looked at Zhu Jia, bowed slightly to apologize, "Sorry, I shouldn't say bad things behind my back. I apologize to you here, the daughter of the provincial secretary, Zhu Jia, Miss Zhu."

"Hmph, you..."

"So, let me talk to you in person now... You are just a trouble. From your identity and your profession, you can see that the second generation of good officials, rich ladies don't do it, don't study art, don't learn business, don't learn to be an official, but just be a reporter with a completely opposite background to your family. What's the use? Most journalists are just rich people and powerful people. Who dares to report the information? Do you think you can get into the journalist industry? Is it because you have a sense of justice and be blessed by God? Are you not those people deliberately favoring you, helping you, lazy to deal with you, and not daring to touch you. If someone else had changed, without your identity, you would have long known when a beautiful female journalist was kidnapped and done a lot of undescribable things. The next day, there would be a naked female corpse by the river."
Chapter completed!