Marvel: I Have Shining Fruit

"Xingyu, be careful." Van Gogh seemed to have seen something and immediately blocked Lan Xingyu's wall.He hurriedly picked up a shovel from the side.He ran to the door and faced the invisible monster as if he could see it.

This time it was Lan Xingyu's turn to be surprised. You must know that this monster can't even be seen by Lan Xingyu using his Sharingan and can only sense its location through sight, color, magic perception and space fluctuations.

But what was going on with Van Gogh? Since he could see it, Lan Xingyu suddenly thought about what Van Gogh had just said about his feelings about color.From the perspective of superpowers, Van Gogh can be considered a superpower.

"It's okay, leave Van Gogh to me," Lan Xingyu came to Van Gogh's side and said.

"Xingyu, this guy is very dangerous. Although he is not big, his strength is amazing. You should go in first," Van Gogh said with some urgency.

"It's okay, believe me, I'm very strong," Lan Xingyu said again and again, bending his arms to show that he was very powerful.

Just when Lan Xingyu was bending his arms to show that he didn't need protection, Lan Xingyu discovered that the creature had left.Some things were diverted along the way.

"He's gone, he's fine," Van Gogh said with a sigh of relief.

Seeing Van Gogh like this, Lan Xingyu also wants to understand a little bit. Because Van Gogh has extraordinary perception and discrimination of color and space, he can see creatures that even Lan Xingyu cannot see.

"Van Gogh, can you tell me what that monster looks like?" Lan Xingyu asked.

"Well, it has brown fur. It's not big. It has brown fur all over its body and some lighter but fluffier hair on its neck." Van Gogh said.

"Oh, is that so?" Lan Xingyu thought as he touched his chin.

Although Lan Xingyu couldn't see the creature, he just felt the creature and still wanted to be afraid.

Lan Xingyu felt like a lost child.

"Let's rest first. So many things happened today, you must be tired too." Lan Xingyu said, looking at Van Gogh who had just relaxed and looked a little tired.

"Okay, let's go. I'll take you for a walk around my house first." With that, Van Gogh began to introduce his little home to Lan Xingyu.

Although Van Gogh's home was small, it still had two floors.Usually because Van Gogh lived alone.So he didn't go to the second floor very much.But now that Lan Xingyu came to his house as a guest, he couldn't let a cutie like Lan Xingyu squeeze into the handle of a broken bed with a bearded guy like him.

There happens to be her sister's old room on the second floor. It should be no problem to clean it up.

Lan Xingyu and Van Gogh looked embarrassed at the dusty room.

"Uh, Uncle Van Gogh, when was the last time you came up?" Lan Xingyu asked weakly.

"Well, the first one was two or three months ago, because I wanted to help with my previous paintings." Van Gogh's voice became quieter as he went on.Lan Xingyu almost couldn't hear it from behind.

"Forget it, I don't count on you anymore, let me think about it." After saying this, Lan Xingyu started cosplaying Conan again and thinking about standard moves.

"Why don't you, Lan Xingyu, sleep on my bed and I'll make the bed on the floor?" Van Gogh said, still a little embarrassed.

"No, Van Gogh, let me tell you a secret. I know magic," Lan Xingyu said pretending to be mysterious.

"Is there really magic in this world of magic?" Van Gogh asked in surprise.

"Hehe, look at this," Lan Xingyu said with a smile. Yes, Lan Xingyu thought of some life magic that he learned for convenience when he was living alone.

When I was cleaning downstairs before, I was a little anxious to protect those future masterpieces, but I didn't expect anything.Now that I calm down and think about it, I want to hit myself on the head.

As he spoke, he saw Lan Xingyu wave his hand, as if a piece of gold powder was sprinkled out. The gold powder floated towards the dusty room as Lan Xingyu waved.

A surprising scene appeared, and ripples of light appeared on the ground where the gold powder fell.

The dust and stains wherever the ripples passed disappeared out of thin air.In just a few seconds, the originally dusty room became shiny and clean.

"Hahaha, it really does clean the house. This Libai magic works better." This is not the name Lan Xingyu chose, but this magic is really called Libai.

"Is this magic? This is really a miraculous power." Van Gogh looked at the scene in amazement that seemed like a miracle to him.

"Oh, Van Gogh, do you believe in miracles?" Lan Xingyu asked with interest.

"Yeah, it's a bit ridiculous. But in my opinion, isn't art one of the ways to write miracles?"

"That's why I said you are actually great," Lan Xingyu said.

"Why do you say that"

"Because those who believe in miracles are as great as the miracles themselves," Lan Xingyu said with a smile.

"Thank you, Xingyu. I am so lucky today." Van Gogh said, stroking Lan Xingyu's hair.

"Ah, ah, don't touch my head. Why do you adults like to touch my head? I wonder if I will grow taller. This is one of my aunt's junior theories." Lan Xingyu is not used to being so silent. atmosphere.He immediately changed his face and said.

"Hahaha, sorry, sorry, good night, Xingyu." Van Gogh touched his head in embarrassment and said.

"Well, good night." Lan Xingyu also waved to Van Gogh and said goodbye to him for a whole night without saying a word.