Fans always think he's a jerk

Aiker was stunned by Kaisen's words.

He asked dazedly, "So, you agreed?"

Kaisen sighed helplessly: "Well, I promise you."

They planned for another period of time and explained the specific situation clearly.

After walking for a long time, Eckel arrived at the flower garden yesterday.

Kaisen stopped after sending him here, "I'll wait here."

The blond boy was still sitting in front of the easel in the same posture as yesterday, and the lifeless flowers were still on the easel.

Riliane held a palette in one hand and a paintbrush in the other.

There are large and messy reds on the palette, the brush is stained with the most conspicuous red, and the strokes are lightly stroked on the paper.

It left behind a shocking red.

This time it's clay.

Eckel saw it.

He looked down at his feet, the soil was brown.

He looked up at the canvas again, the dirt was painted red.

Eckel: "..."

Although he was confused, he was polite enough not to interrupt Riliane.

After standing by the side and waiting for a while, Rilian stopped writing.

Rilian seemed to have noticed him just now, and stopped writing for him.

Just like yesterday, only this time I put the handle of the painting between my lips: "Shhh—"

Somehow, the handle of the painting was also stained with red paint, and with a tilt of the hand, the corners of Reliant's lips were rubbed with bright red.

This red didn't make his paleness fade away, on the contrary, it made his smile add a strange bloodiness.

Aiker froze in place, and even wanted to turn around and leave.

very scary.

The next moment, Rilian returned to normal.

Instead of laughing again, he blinked and said softly, "You're here."

"Come and sit next to me."

Eckel somehow felt like he was dodged.

He walked to Rilane and sat down on the small wooden pier next to Rilane.

There was no such small wooden pier yesterday.

He hugged Mutu, nervously ran down Mutu's hair, and then pulled off one white wolf hair after another.

Mutu: "..."

Going bald, he really was going bald.

He licked Eckel's fingers.

Don't be afraid.

Aiker gradually recovered from the weird and bloody smile just now.

He looked up at Riliane's profile.

it's the same.

It is exactly the same as the appearance he wrote down when he was in a coma many years ago, but it has grown a lot.

But it's different.

Ai Keer was tangled in his heart, where is it?

Reliant, who was focusing on the canvas, turned his eyes helplessly: "Look at the painting."

Eckel nodded, looking at the canvas carefully.

Rilian pursed her lips in satisfaction.

Very nice.

I don't know how long it took before Rilian stopped writing.

The painting on the canvas is completely different from yesterday, and it can even be said to be completely new.

The scarce and pale colors are now replaced by large patches of red, and the continuous white flowers are blowing in the breeze in the red soil.

But even if the colors are richer, the painting still paints the same thing, so it is still lifeless.

With the addition of this red, the whole painting style becomes weird.

Aiker turned his eyes away, he couldn't go against his will to quarrel Lane's good-looking paintings.

Rilian put down the paintbrush, and asked with a smile on her chin: "Is it good-looking?"

Aiker looked hesitant: "Well... I think the one from yesterday is pretty."

Rilian blinked, very curious: "Huh? Why?"

"Isn't the color of this picture gorgeous? How beautiful is this red color."

Eckel couldn't help but ask back: "But this is not realistic at all."

Rilian pretended to be willing to listen: "Aiker, tell me."

"The soil on the canvas is red." Aiker pointed to the bottom of his feet again: "In reality, it is brown."

Rilian tilted her head: "Is that so?"

"But in my opinion, this soil is red."

"Red like a rose, erosive like blood."

Rilian seems to like discussing art with people, discussing his paintings, he is full of interest: "Isn't it?"

Before Eckel could speak, Rilian stood up: "I forgot, this flower garden was filled with soil."

"It was originally really red."

Aiker didn't speak, and looked at him silently. In his opinion, the soil under his feet was very thick, and it didn't look like it had been refurbished at all.

"Don't you believe me?" Reliant caressed Aker's side face, with a lonely expression: "Aren't we friends?"

"I heard that friends trust each other." Rilian asked softly, "Don't you trust me?"

If he really didn't believe it, he could ask someone to dig up the soil under his feet so that the little cutie could see with his own eyes how many corpses were buried inside.

How the deepest soil was stained red with blood.

The wolves are more sensitive than the elves, and Mutu sensed the hidden danger, and cried out in a low voice, "Say you trust him!"

"There's something wrong with this person!"

Aiker took a deep breath: "We are friends, of course I believe in my friends."

"Okay, Riliane, I believe in you."

Rilian paused with his fingertips, then continued to touch, and pressed his fingertips against the corners of Aker's eyes, deep in his eyes were regrets.

He moved closer to Eckel.

Rilian put her arms around Eckel.

They were cheek to cheek, and the wet blush on the side of Rillian's face was rubbed onto Eckel's face.

The red was smudged and turned into pink.

The reflection of Aikeel is exceptionally delicate.

Rilian smiled: "Thank you for trusting me, Eckel."

He sniffed lightly, and muttered, "Aiker, you smell so good."

Ai Keer was confused: "Huh?"

fragrant?Does he have a scent?

Rilian shook her head with a smile: "Nothing."

It's a faint herbaceous fragrance, very nice.

I like it a little bit.

"Oh, by the way, is this your dog?" Reliant let go of Ecker, looked at the white puppy in his arms, and asked.

Aiker picked up Mutu: "Yes."

"Little milk dog." Rilian snorted lightly, and couldn't stop itching: "Can I pet it?"

"I'll be very light."

As soon as Rilian's fingers touched Mutu, before he could stroke Shunmao comfortably, Mutu bit him hard.

Blood gushed out instantly.

Rilian's smile froze, and then expanded: "I think your dog needs to be trained/taught."