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There is no need to do this, student Beria, this time we are looking for the abundance of the soul, not the origin of the body.

"Oh, it sounds very exciting, Teacher Fei Liya, I can't wait to see where this class will lead us, getting off the net can bring me closer to Mingjun!"

Filia went to his table and put three small candles on it.

"I agree with Mr. Filia, but what is the hold for, Mr. Filia? How does it help us dive into the reaching out of the soul?"

"These are not ordinary candles. What you need this time is to close your eyes and draw a picture. The candles are made of Western wax oil. This kind of candle can help people consciously relax on the canvas and let their hearts be free. flow."

"According to a book, relaxation of body and mind is necessary for the soul to express itself. In short, the scent of candles and the hymns recorded here allow one to paint freely without the distraction of city noise."

"Excuse me for being rude, but this sounds too whimsical. How can you accurately change the color when the eyes are closed and the consciousness prohibits the situation, and even guide you whether you have painted something? I feel that this art class is more inclined to performance, not fine art."

"In my opinion, there is a skeptic among us. True art is not limited by the situation, and does not need a specific color, Mingjun. Why don't you try it yourself and see? Unless you are afraid,"

"I accept your challenge, Teacher Filia. However, I can't guarantee that I, a questioner, can draw something interesting."

"Very good, oh oh oh, I'm sure what you're about to draw is more than just fun."

Five minutes later, Teacher Filia looked at him and said.

"Please sit here with your shoes and socks off, I promise you, it will be much more comfortable."

"If it's for comfort, then should I take off everything on myself, that's the symbol of real freedom, real comfort."

"Oh, there's no need for that this time."

"Are you sure, Teacher Filia, it seems that Ming Jun is not the only one who is interested in this."

"I don't know who you want to talk about, student Beria?"

"There's no need to be so shy, student Elizabeth, all women love to observe a strong and capable male image, but now, please close the blinds?"

"Everything is probably ready. Filia put the black ratio in his hand and turned off the light."

"Can I open my eyes first before I start? I don't want to accidentally hit someone in the face while I'm looking for the canvas later."

"Don't worry, kid, we'll keep an eye on your hands, you just need to close your eyes and try Fan Song."

Elizabeth will stand here with other pens, just in case your heart changes.

"Oh, I'll be on the sidelines for emergencies, Mingjun!"

They didn't tell me clearly, how should I guide what color pen I have, forget it, I don't bother to ask.

"Okay, I want everyone to be quiet, are you ready to start, lad?"

Corpse dismemberment to start with, the candles do have a relaxing smell that seems a bit familiar, and in a way it's comforting.

"Oh, Filia, if you read it, please start singing."

"My honor, oh, the cool morning dew, the wet black dress, the mist and dew on the stone bridge, God is whispering, helpless awareness, can only become more cruel, everything is For the road to the sanctuary."

After Beria chanted, along with the rhythm of the music, he felt a warm current around the candles under his feet, and slowly poured into his whole body through the soles of his feet. He could feel it through his shirt. Feel the energy flowing through the flesh and neck bone.He could feel it crawling along the nerves of his feet, sliding up, her purpose was clear, to devour all his senses, yet he allowed it to enter.A kind of deathly silence replaced his private message. He could only watch from the sidelines, but unexpectedly made an appointment. In the end, all his five senses were deprived, and he went deep into the darkness.

What, what is this thing? !

I can't think about music anymore, it's really weird!

Beria's singing began to resonate with his own subconscious, beyond the boundaries of senses and language, and somehow began to make sense.

Dirty without you, you move forward in the deep water, but you are not afraid of its sweet temptation.Listen, O pure and white soul, for its eyes long for you.Now get out of this place and taste what you will never guide, lest it see you alone and toothless.

Run quickly, while you are high.

With the last quiver of her lips and the sound coming out, finally the noise died from their actual um.He found himself alone in a darkened room with nothing but himself and the candle-lit canvas.From every corner of this space, a gentle voice can be heard.

"Mingjun, can you hear my voice?"

"can."

He didn't know if they'd be able to hear him, but he felt the need to respond to get the voice.

Back in the club activity room, Elibella stood behind his quilt at this time, staring at him with golden eyes, and the eyes sparkled, emitting this light.

"Very good, now to my question, do you mentor Rachel?"

What the teacher is doing here, I think it's about helping him reach his true potential as an artist, rather than taking the opportunity to ask weird questions.

The voice made him feel harsh and powerful, like an angry parent questioning his young child, and he would answer the questions like a punished child, telling the truth but not being punished Guided by others.

I guide, it is a little nurse in this college, a few years ago, it was a scientist in Great Britain before it came here.

Her voice grew a little bored, and then softened, sweeter, more alluring.When a silky black figure appeared in front of him, his small black room seemed to be changing and twisting.

"Come on, boy, let me guide, you have more things to tell me, you and Sister Rachel are good friends, right? Lovely good friends, right?"

"I guess so, we chat a little bit sometimes, but she's pretty tight-lipped about herself."

"What will she hide for you? Like something she won't do for other students?"

Deep down, he found that these questions were not quite right.His slave controlled his lips to keep them sealed, but his own body betrayed him. They tried their best to cater to the glamorous and sexy fantasy in front of him.

"Yes, she did it for me"

He struggled with all his might, disdainful of secrets, and searched for a way out.

"What has she done for you, my dear brother?"

"She made me a perfume."

"A bottle of perfume? You said, then tell me, Mingjun, did Sister Rachel do anything else for you? Or, did she tell you any special little secret?"

"No, no secret, but she said she might do something else for me."

"Did she say where she's going to do this or something new?"

"No, she didn't say that."

"Well, what if you were asked to guess?"

"I guess it's in her laboratory?"

"What, her lab? Concentrate, Mister, and listen to my voice. Did Rachel tell you the secret of her lab, tell me, Mister."

"There is no secret, she always appears in my dreams to spoof me and seduce me."

"A dishonest boy always fantasizes about the dream of a school nurse, doesn't he?"

"Not to ignore, she is a devil with black wings and claws of the bloody forest."

"You think she's a devil? Hehehe, have you seen the horns on her head? Forget it, now tell me what you're writing about, her laboratory."

"She hides her real self, wearing a glass mask, just like me."

"What do you mean, like you?"

"I, not me."

The smell rot spreads, infecting the minds of all those foolish enough to approach her.

Elizabeth's mind was already bewildered by pleasure and sultry touch, and her sanity crumbled before the smoke of candles and people on the floor.

"Elizabeth, my love for you has always been pure and tolerant."

"Love, me, really?"

"How could I not love you? Your layer upon layer of charming silver long hair, and your half-glamorous face surrounded by silver hair is like a gemstone, so I can't extricate myself. Your eyes are shining with the color of sapphire, pen summer The sky is warmer, in an instant, steal my new, make it yours forever."

"Elizabeth, please remain silent. Damn it, her willpower is too weak, and she can be easily influenced."

Elizabeth's eyes had a terrible gleam, a flame of jealousy, and emotions that were best kept in a cage and never let out.

"However, Mingjun loves me."

"Hahaha, don't be stupid, you little sister, get back quickly, I still have things to start."

"Teacher Filia, you are so beautiful, you are so attractive."

"I'm not a silly girl!"

"Ming Jun will not be interested in a little girl like you, he needs a mature woman who can meet all his needs."

"I've matured too, hurry up and return Mingjun to me!"

"Elizabeth, I can hear your true emotions and your inner throbbing calling to me. My love for you is equal."

"I love you too, Mingjun."