Draw an NPC ID card at the beginning of the game [unlimited]

After Hao Juncai understood the meaning expressed in the male classmate's words, he was immediately taken aback.

He didn't expect the male classmate's suggestion to be like this.

Hao Juncai unconsciously looked at Xiaofeng who was sitting in the corner.

Xiaofeng didn't shout to draw with other students.

He sat quietly at the back and was still seriously fiddling with the handmade paper in his hand. Compared with other students who had folded small paper boats, he was so clumsy that he couldn't even do the simplest handwork.

Although Xiaofeng looks very introverted and harmless at this time, no matter how stupid Hao Juncai is, he still knows that the name of this dungeon is "Xiaofeng's Secret".

The name of the boss was written clearly, unless Hao Juncai wanted to commit suicide, otherwise he would not rush up to provoke the boss.

If Xiaofeng wasn't the boss, Hao Juncai wouldn't be entangled.

You can bleed as much as you like.

Anyway, he has props to protect him, the lives of these NPCs are worthless.

But it's different for the dungeon boss.

Hao Juncai is not willing to offend the boss for a few monsters!

Hao Juncai rubbed his hair irritably. He looked at a group of students who were staring at him and would not let it go until he drew a little flower, feeling very entangled in his heart.

Hao Juncai didn't want to experience the bad situation of being stared at by NPCs again.

But after the first male student put forward this novel suggestion, the whole class soon started to discuss it enthusiastically.

They all thought this male classmate's suggestion was very interesting and wanted to give it a try.

A group of children agreed that the teacher must use this special paint to paint and let them play along with it.

They didn't have any scruples about Xiaofeng, the client who was pushed up by them, still sitting in the room.

Ruan Xiaoxiao sat among the students and frowned uncomfortably,

She silently moved the stool farther back, and the shaking caused by the movement of the bench interrupted Xiaofeng who was sitting behind her origami.

When the little paper boat was about to be folded, the whole piece of paper accidentally fell to the ground.

The transparent liquid that flowed out from the previous human head flower stuck to the floor wetly, destroying the semi-finished paper boat that fell on it.

This is Xiaofeng's last handmade paper.

He was really too stupid, without any talent for manual work, and he still couldn't try to fold a boat.

At this time, Xiaofeng slowly raised his head and looked at Hao Juncai who was standing on the podium.

Just when Hao Juncai was about to resolutely deny the student's evil suggestion, Yihe turned his head and saw Xiaofeng who stopped fiddling with origami and stared at him.

The empty eye sockets without eyeballs bewitched him directly.

The evil thoughts in Hao Juncai's heart grew and expanded, and he couldn't move his eyes away from Xiaofeng.

Xiaofeng is much shorter than other children of this age.

He sat on the chair in a thin and small ball, and he seemed to have a stuffy temper that didn't like to talk.

Even if you are bullied, you will not resist or sue.

Since nothing will happen, what's the matter with using his blood?

Encouraged by the students, Hao Juncai began to move around.

He swallowed, picked up the utility knife on the podium: "Then let's try?"

Pupils gradually become cloudy.

Hao Juncai walked towards Xiaofeng blankly: "Student Xiaofeng, for the sake of everyone's class progress, don't you mind sacrificing you a little?"

The blade of the utility knife has been scratched out by him from the protective case, and the surroundings are full of classmates who are watching the show.

Ruan Xiaoxiao looked at Hao Juncai who was not in the right state at this time, she frowned and was about to remind her not to let Hao Juncai, a pig teammate, cause any trouble.

However, before Ruan Xiaoxiao could speak, a sound came from the place where the parents were sitting.

"mind."

Qi Wuyuan suddenly interrupted Hao Juncai's movements.

"I'm very mind."

Qi Wuyuan spread his legs casually on the seat, looking at Hao Juncai deeply.

There was a dangerous warning in the voice.

He's getting a little angry.

The current scene made him hallucinate some unpleasant memories of the past.

The urge to directly destroy this place kept churning in his heart, and the violent yin energy unconsciously stirred in the depths of his consciousness, eager to be vented.

Qi Wuyuan suppressed the abnormal thoughts in his heart.

After all, he is just a weak and sickly low-level player, so it is not cost-effective to do so.

Hao Juncai subconsciously looked in the direction of the sound, and the moment he met Qi Wuyuan's vision, Hao Juncai woke up from the impulsive state that was wrong.

When he found himself standing in front of Xiaofeng with a utility knife for some reason, a layer of cold sweat broke out on his back.

He was accidentally affected by these monsters' tricks.

Under the shelter of props, he has never been in this situation before.

Hao Juncai used his anger to cover up the panic in his heart because he was worried that the props would not work.

But at this moment, everyone's attention was on Qi Wuyuan who suddenly stopped him, and no one paid attention to Hao Juncai.

Qi Wuyuan propped his chin with one hand, and under everyone's gaze, he swept around the NPC staring at him forcefully, and slowly made an interesting suggestion:

"Since you all want to draw beautiful and standard little flowers, you might as well let go of the painting a little more."

He raised the corner of his mouth and said sincerely to a dozen students: "Use your own blood, if you can get a little more blood from your parents, the little flowers drawn together will be unique and beautiful."

"Why not try to do that?"

The bewitching words uttered by Qi Wuyuan made the curious students start to think.

Ideas that have never been thought of come out of their minds.

The students calmed down again, and the more they thought about it, the more they felt that this attention was very good.

With your own blood, you can draw a truly unique and exclusive little flower.

This brother is right.

They returned to their seats, stopped paying attention to Xiaofeng, found a utility knife from their painting tools, and eagerly asked Hao Juncai, "Teacher, can you draw with your own blood?"

Hao Juncai ran back to the podium again, and the request of "drawing a small flower with his own blood" was not impossible to him.

Hao Juncai readily agreed, and directly cut a small cut on his finger with a utility knife,

The blood dripped on the paint box and mixed with a few drops of clear water. Hao Juncai took the paintbrush and rolled it in the blood, and then painted it on the crooked little flower he drew.

A miraculous scene happened. The flowers, which were crudely painted but looked normal, gradually changed their appearance after Hao Juncai applied the last drop of red paint to the petals.

The original stick figure gradually changed into a special human head flower with no human skin and muscle tissue exposed.

Except for the fact that there is no skin, the appearance looks almost exactly the same as the real human head flower that the parents conjured up when they questioned Hao Juncai just now, which is very charming.

When Hao Juncai saw the changed little flower on the drawing paper, his back felt chills.

The human head flower with entangled skin and mutated facial features looks lifelike on the drawing paper, making people feel that the flower will jump out of the paper in the next second and attack with sharp teeth.

The only thing that can comfort Hao Juncai is that compared with the real human head flower, no matter how real the flower in the painting is, it only automatically draws a scary big mouth, and other facial features do not appear in the painting.

Hao Juncai felt terrified when he saw it, but the children "giggled" with satisfaction.

"Teacher Qian succeeded!"

"Wow, what a beautiful little flower!"

Even the parents sitting in the parents' area nodded and praised the painting after seeing it.

"As expected of Mr. Qian, the paintings are good."

"Mr. Qian's little flower is still pretty."

Hao Juncai let out a long sigh of relief, feeling uncomfortable with the sudden praise from students and parents.

The attitudes of these students and parents changed so quickly that he was scolded one second and praised the next.

Forget it, no matter what other circumstances, at least for now, it seems that he has passed the level of teaching students to draw flowers.

Hao Juncai quickly waved his hand: "Okay, the teacher has finished demonstrating, it's time for the students to draw."

He glanced at the time, the get out of class was about to end in ten minutes due to his procrastination, Hao Juncai said: "When you finish drawing the little flower, today's class will end here."

If there is no accident, just sit on the podium and wait for them to finish drawing obediently and get out of class.

When teaching origami in the first half of the class, Hao Juncai passed the time smoothly in this way.

After hearing what Hao Juncai said, the students immediately took out their utility knives and drew a knife on their hands.

Using your own blood is not enough.

When the first classmate walked towards the parents' area with a utility knife, a strange feeling of comparison appeared.

All students hope that they can draw the most beautiful little flower.

One after another, children with blood on their arms came towards the parents' area with a utility knife and a paint box.

Ruan Li saw with his own eyes the parents sitting beside him cheerfully stretching out their arms to scratch the wounds on their children.

He even encouraged his children to strive to draw the most beautiful flower in the class.

He watched the parents around him talking to their children, while stretching out their hands, a deep scar was drawn by a utility knife.

What flowed out of the wound was not bright red blood, but an unknown transparent liquid that was slightly viscous.

It was exactly the same as the liquid that flowed from the five sense organs of the parents before.

During this period, Ruan Xiaoxiao and Xiaofeng were the only two people who didn't draw blood and drew the attention of the students who were running back and forth between the desks and the parents' area.

Xiaofeng sat in his seat without even taking out the drawing paper, looking like a fool who made people look down on him.

And Ruan Xiaoxiao didn't write because she always had a bad premonition in her heart.

If he really used his own blood to draw a small flower on the paper, something dangerous might happen next.

But obviously Hao Juncai's experience is the first, and the method of using other things to paint is simply not perfunctory, and it is not allowed by other NPCs at all.

Ruan Xiaoxiao stared at the blank drawing paper on the table and kept thinking.

At this moment, Hao Juncai, who felt that he had solved the trouble, saw Ruan Xiaoxiao sitting on the chair without any movement.

Relying on his identity as a teacher, he owed a sentence: "Student Ruan, everyone else is drawing, why don't you start?"

Hao Juncai's words made the other students focus on Ruan Xiaoxiao openly.

"Xiao Xiao, are you feeling unwell today?"

A female student with twin ponytails asked worriedly while stirring the "red paint" on her paint box.

"You didn't even come over to chat with us today, so you won't be painting now."

The female classmate continued: "I think you are so weird today, Xiaoxiao."

not good.

Ruan Li and Ruan Xiaoxiao reacted in their hearts at the same time.

Ruan Xiaoxiao quickly said in a weak voice: "Yes, I have a stomachache today, so I don't feel very energetic. Thank you for your concern."

She had no choice but to take out a utility knife and scratched her hand: "Let me take it easy, I'll draw right away."

All the blood dripped into the paint box, and she pretended to pick up a paintbrush and slowly stir up her own paint.

Only then did she manage to fool the others, without causing her character to be destroyed.

While the students were turning their attention back to their own works, Ruan Xiaoxiao couldn't help but glared at Hao Juncai, who suddenly mentioned her kindly.

Hao Juncai smiled at her with a playful smile, and finally recovered a little bit of the grievance he suffered from the NPC.

Ruan Li adjusted his glasses, a sharp light flashed across his eyes.

He saw two burly bodyguards sitting not far away who had no sense of presence, and his eyes deliberately swept over the bandaged broken arm of No. [-] burly man.

Even with the hemostatic spray, the amount of bleeding from the wound on the severed arm was still scary, and the blood-stained color was still visible from the bandage that had been wrapped several times.

Ruan Li touched the ring on his left index finger.

The humble jewelry shimmers slightly under the refraction of light.

Ruan Xiaoxiao was wearing a silver ring of the same style.

She also touched the ring.

Unknowingly, the paint in Ruan Xiaoxiao's plate changed slightly.

Ruan Xiaoxiao didn't go to the parent's area to find her brother to do bloodletting, but picked up a pen and boldly drew her own little flower on the drawing paper.

Hao Juncai kept staring at Ruan Xiaoxiao, seeing that she also painted with blood like himself, he felt a little more balanced.

Anyway, dragging one into the water.

When Hao Juncai was still thinking about how to make his two bodyguards draw flowers with his own blood, Qi Wuyuan got up and walked towards Xiaofeng.

All the parents asked their children to have bloodletting in the parent area.

Ruan Li and Qi Wuyuan were originally the only two people who sat still.

At this time, Qi Wuyuan's actions immediately attracted the attention of the players.

Xiaofeng, who was ignored, hasn't painted yet.

As a qualified guardian, what other people's children have, other children must not lack.

And he is very interested in the human head flower.

Qi Wuyuan walked to Xiaofeng's side and helped him take out a piece of drawing paper from under the drawing utensil next to him.

Qi Wuyuan took the initiative to take Xiaofeng's utility knife and cut a scar on his arm.

The moment the blood flowed from the white arm, the strong Yin Qi caused the temperature in the room to drop several degrees in an instant.

The students who were hurrying to draw their own little flowers stopped one after another, unconsciously attracted by Qi Wuyuan's blood.

Qi Wuyuan poured blood onto Xiaofeng's paint box: "Draw well."

Xiaofeng didn't expect his temporary guardian to make such a move.

His heart warmed up, and he was not used to nodding after being cared about.

"Good, good!"

He must not disappoint Brother Ah Yuan's expectations, and he will definitely draw the most beautiful and beautiful flower.

Xiaofeng also cut a knife on his arm.

The dark red blood left from his hand mixed with Qi Wuyuan's bright red blood, unexpectedly produced a special red color.

The scars on Qi Wuyuan's wrists were repaired by the high concentration of Yin Qi in his body, and quickly disappeared without leaving a single scar.

He went back to the parent's area and sat down since he was a child. He didn't know where Xiaofeng's sudden change of emotions came from.

Qi Wuyuan's path has been a bit crooked since he was a child, including his aesthetics, which has also been inexplicably crooked.

He is interested in human heads that fit his aesthetics.

Not sure if a copy would allow him to politely collect one.

Since he is interested and wants to collect it, then he has to take the initiative to leave a medium for the head flowers, so that the head flowers can find him later with his blood.

Exchange a few drops of blood for the mark of a dungeon monster, and only Qi Wuyuan would think this kind of transaction is very profitable.

He sat on the chair and began to think idly where he would put the human head flowers for decoration if he could bring out a copy.

These head flowers had better not disappoint him.