Bounty Hunter

The audience was dumbfounded.

No... what did you say?Live cooking?kill chicken?Everyone has been looking forward to a weekend, so you come here for everyone?

Confusion filled everyone's brains, and the four big characters of doubting life were engraved on everyone's foreheads.

What else is bad feedback about live drawing?Didn't you see that Weibo is almost maxed out by your live video?You must be joking, right? Hahahaha... In the next second, you will definitely take out a pen, ink, paper and inkstone and say that you were just joking with everyone, and everyone will not be... when...

In the live broadcast, Di Chu was still holding the chicken, and the table in front of him did not suddenly pop out of the pen, ink, paper and inkstone, and there were still kitchen knives, chopping boards and ingredients on it.

Oh, and a small pot of chicken blood.

Audiences:"…………"

There was a deathly silence in the live broadcast room, and once again there was a "grand occasion" in which there were tens of thousands of viewers, but there was not a single barrage in the barrage area.

Di Chu was at a loss again. This time, he got the projection screen out as soon as the live broadcast started. At this time, seeing that the barrage area was still quiet after greetings, he hesitated for a moment, and looked at Kong Que behind the camera: "Is the live broadcast still alive?" Open it?"

Kong Que could probably guess the psychological activities of the audience, suppressed a smile, and replied calmly: "It's on, it's probably a bit delayed, do you need me to help you?"

Delayed Dichu still understood.

"No, killing chickens is not suitable for you." Di Chu was relieved, and he put the dead pheasant into a basin filled with hot water, put on gloves and began to pluck the feathers. Don't forget to ask Kong Que, "Are you really not busy today? It's getting late, if you're hungry, I can give you a bowl of noodles to pad your stomach first."

The live cooking was decided by Di Chu on the spur of the moment. After Kong Que heard about it, he decided to come over to have a meal. When he came, he brought a gift for Di Chu—a rabbit-patterned apron, which Di Chu is wearing now.

"I'm not hungry, I ate breakfast late." Kong Que secretly turned on the camera to take a photo.

The two were busy in their own way, chatting while busy, very homely and natural, while the audience in the live broadcast room was stunned, and directly exploded the barrage area.

——What the hell?husband? ? ?

——It seems to be the voice of Mr. Kong... Damn it!Mr. is there?

——Ahhh!I don't care, rounding up, I have already eaten and slept with my husband to prepare for the baby.

System prompt: XX was banned for 5 minutes by Fangguan Kongque.

The barrage area fell silent, and all the bloody viewers were frightened by this system prompt, like the chicken in Di Chu's hand, and hilariously stuck their necks.

Oops, oops, I almost forgot that Mr. Kong is the room manager of Dichu's live broadcast room!

[Room Management] Kong Que [S]: Watch the live broadcast carefully, Dichu’s cooking is delicious, study hard, don’t say what you shouldn’t say.

The audience immediately became as well-behaved as quails, sending barrage to express their innocence.

——Okay, okay sir, we must study hard.

——Hmm, let's take a closer look.

——Bao, uh, come on Dichu!

Di Chu just raised his head and looked at the projection screen, and seeing words appearing on it, his eyes widened slightly, and then he was obviously relieved: "Kong Que, there is a barrage, and it turns out that live cooking is more lively than live painting Some."

Kong Que put down his optical brain in satisfaction: "En."

Audience: "..." Actually, they could have been more lively.

When all Chinese painting lovers heard Di Chu's words, they suddenly had an ominous premonition in their hearts.

Di Chu took out the plucked chicken, chopped off the head neatly, cut open the abdomen, reached in and took out the bloody internal organs, with a trace of relaxation in his eyes: "Then I will live broadcast cooking from now on, just right for the new year Prepare for the food competition at the festival.”

Chinese painting lovers: "!!!"

As far as Kong Que was concerned, he had no problem with Dichu's live broadcast, as long as he was happy, so he nodded and said, "Okay, I can help you get some good ingredients."

"Can we get live pigs and mice?" Di Chu immediately asked.

Kong Que: "Yes."

Dichu was satisfied.

Seeing that the two chatted more and more homely, as if they had already finalized what to do for the next live broadcast, Chinese painting lovers couldn't sit still.

In the next second, a line of words with a special golden light effect appeared on the projection screen: Master Dichu, please don't give up Chinese painting!please!

The fans who were carefully blowing rainbow farts to Di Chu and Kong Que in the barrage area were instantly shocked by the wave of gift special effect golden light—yes, they came to see Di Chu draw Chinese paintings, why didn’t they know? I feel like I'm blowing up Dichu's culinary skills. Mingdichu just killed a chicken now!

As if a certain switch had been turned on, the gift special effects flickered frequently, and the barrage area suddenly became lively.

——Master Dichu, I admire you very much, please make sure to live-stream painting again!

——Ahhhhh, master, please don’t, please draw again, I missed it last time, I’m so regretful, please let me realize my dream!

——Master Dichu, the live broadcast of traditional Chinese painting may indeed lead to lower popularity, but we will try our best to give you gifts to increase your popularity. Please don't give up Chinese painting directly!

——Live live Chinese painting, master!I will definitely vote for you for the New Year's Day event. If I don't vote, I'm not a human being!

——that... the master... the hand... that knife...

……

Such dense gift special effects, it is difficult for Di Chu not to notice. He washed the chicken, looked at the projection screen, thanked all the gifts honestly, and then scanned the content of the barrage. Watch me draw?"

exactly!

A group of Chinese painting lovers who put on the airs of cultural people outside nodded like chickens pecking at rice in the barrage, losing their temper.

There was deep doubt in Dichu's eyes: "But don't you guys like it?"

Who said that!We love it so much!Who wouldn't like us to kill him!

The Chinese painting lovers burst out with a strong desire to survive at this moment, and unexpectedly squeezed the huge number of Dichu fans and Kong Que fans out of sight, and firmly occupied the barrage area. You explain it sentence by sentence. Explaining the reason why he didn't have barrage in the last live broadcast, he frantically confessed and flattered, and then carefully begged for the next live broadcast of traditional Chinese painting.

Di Chu frowned.

He felt that the audience was very strange. When he was live broadcasting painting, everyone didn't buy it. After he broadcast live cooking, everyone said that they really liked watching him paint.

Could it be that his live broadcast cooking is more boring than live broadcast painting, and compared with the two, everyone still thinks painting is better?

But obviously he hasn't officially started cooking yet.

"Actually, I can cook." He couldn't help but argue for himself, after all, no one likes the feeling of being denied.

All the fans of traditional Chinese painting felt that their eyes went dark when they heard the words - it's over!The newly born masters in their profession are actually going to change their careers to become cooks!

A new round of requests started in the bullet screen, and more gifts were collected, but Di Chu was even more depressed.

Is everyone so unconfident in his cooking skills?

Kong Que, who had been watching, saw that Di Chu was about to be aroused by the bullet screen, so he coughed in a low voice, called Di Chu, and explained to those Chinese painting lovers: "These people who ask you to paint should be newcomers. I know your viewers, but I didn’t see your last live broadcast. After all, Chinese painting is a niche hobby. The barrage was deserted during your last live broadcast because people didn’t know how to praise you. When you broadcast painting again next time , With the support of these new and knowledgeable viewers, the barrage should no longer be deserted. They are afraid that you will no longer broadcast live and draw in the future, and they don’t think that your live broadcast cooking is not good. Everyone thinks that’s the case? "

The fans of traditional Chinese painting were first stunned by Kong Que's sudden utterance. After hearing his words clearly, they immediately realized that Di Chu might have misunderstood what they meant, and hurriedly followed Kong Que's words, saying that they were not While picking on the content of the live broadcast, everyone who didn't watch the live broadcast very much also imitated the fans and boasted about Dichu's cooking skills, expressing that they were also looking forward to his live broadcast today.

Other fans: "..." This group of people worked so hard, they were about to cry.

After listening to the explanation, Di Chu felt better, and responded very articulately: "So that's the case, I misunderstood, and I'll draw for you after dinner."

Um? ? ?Draw in a while?Not next time?

——Ahhhhh!Master I love you!Master you are the best!I want to be your lifelong fan!I want to give birth to you!

System prompt: XX was banned for one hour by Fang Guan Kong Que.

Kong Que said slowly, "Don't sexually harass the anchor."

All audience: "..."

……

After agreeing to draw for a while, the atmosphere in the live broadcast room finally returned to normal. The audience focused on Dichu's cooking skills, and then they were dumbfounded.

Hu Ji had already processed and stuffed the ingredients, and was put into the soup pot by Di Chu to cook, but his method of cooking soup was very different. The power starts to assist heating.

All viewers: "???"

What kind of magical method is this?Aren't you afraid of exploding the pot?Did it cook evenly?Also, can the power of new humans still be used in this way?

After posting like this for 5 minutes, Di Chu withdrew his hand, turned down the heat, added some seasoning to the soup, and started the final seasoning before serving.

The live broadcast bee flew over intimately, letting everyone see the situation in the pot.I saw that the chicken and water that were clearly separated a few minutes ago have now turned into a pot of brightly colored steaming chicken soup. The cut small corn is floating in the soup, and the fruit is full and attractive in color. The sweet aroma of chicken and corn mixed together.

The audience is stupid.

Just, okay? Cook a pot of soup in 5 minutes?Can this be delicious?

"It smells so good." Kong Que's voice sounded at the right time, dispelling the audience's doubts. He also thoughtfully asked another question in the audience's mind, "Did you just use your own strength to speed up the speed of cooking the soup?"

"Well, this saves trouble, and the taste will be better." Di Chu replied, forgetting that You Li had asked him to explain the steps while cooking, tasted the taste of the soup, thought it was good, just about to put down the spoon, I heard Kong Que say, "I want to try it too."

The audience again: "???!!!"

Because Kong Que occupied the door of the kitchen, Fei Ye and You Li, who could only stay in the living room to learn about the situation in the kitchen through the live broadcast, raised their heads and looked at Kong Que, who was lazily leaning on the kitchen door frame. go.

"Do you think..." Yuli hesitated.

He felt that it was really not his own overthinking, Kong Que's various performances after coming here were very... um...

Fei Ye replied quickly: "I don't think so."

Yuli glanced at his long face: "..."

It seems that I feel it too.

Kong Que had already been called into the kitchen by Di Chu to drink soup.

You Li raised her hand to touch her chin, rubbed it, and looked down at the live broadcast.

In the picture, Kong Que has already entered the kitchen, standing beside Di Chu, bent slightly, tasted the chicken soup with the spoon that Di Chu raised, and boasted seriously: "Well, it's very fresh, The taste of the huji and the corn are well integrated and delicious."

I don't know if it's a coincidence, but Kong Que actually wore a white sweater inside today, standing with Di Chu, white and white, one tall and the other slender, and the two of them were still feeding soup intimately... I know, I thought this was a young couple enjoying newly married life in their new home.

Because of the angle of the camera, everyone couldn't see Kong Que's expression, but could only see his slender and straight back and his hair tied up with a red headband, but You Li somehow felt that Kong Que must be smiling now, A gentle to greasy expression.

... Just like the expression on his face when he helped Di Chu put on the little rabbit apron.

Not right.

Almost immediately he settled on a certain guess.

"Fei Ye, you said they..."

"The two of them are just ordinary good friends." Fei Ye quickly interrupted You Li again.

You Li glanced at his face which was not only stretched but also faintly green: "..."

Alright, someone has already automatically assumed the role of the old father, and he was so angry that he almost died on the spot, so he won't continue to irritate people.

……

Compared to the sensitivity of You Li and Fei Ye, the audience seemed to be all blind, they didn't see anything wrong with the scene in the kitchen at this time, and Zheng Shuhua screamed "Ahhh" because of Kong Que's sudden appearance. Crazy swiping gifts, shaking too much.

After dismissing Kong Que with a bowl of soup, Di Chu thanked him for another wave of gifts.He wanted to pick one or two bullet screens to interact with, but when he looked up, all he saw were meaningless screams, and he couldn't make a move. Finally, he hesitated, chose not to say anything, bowed his head and continued cooking went.

The meals for the four big men need to be prepared. Dichu has prepared a lot of ingredients, and he has drawn up seven or eight menus. It is estimated that it will take an hour.

Before making the soup, he had already stuffed the rice, and marinated a few pork chops, some tender lamb legs, and two lamb chops.Now that the soup was ready, he took out the steak and put it aside for frying, then seasoned the leg of lamb and lamb chops, wrapped them in tin foil and sent them to the preheated oven.

After finishing these, he began to wash the vegetables prepared for Feiye.

The audience watched his flowing movements, and their thoughts were a little wandering.

——That, is the wind leg of lamb...

——I saw the packaging bag in the trash can, and the meat steak is actually the meat steak of a bear bull on planet D3...

——This dish, wouldn’t it be the ancient vegetable that was only found and tried to grow in a small area a few years ago...

After the ellipsis filled the screen, an audience member cried.

——One meal ate my food money for a month, no, two months of food money, and cried enviously.

——Stop talking, picked up my soil and gnawed sadly...

Suddenly, several discordant barrages appeared.

——This is such a mess, can the anchor know how to cook?

——Bear beef does not need to be marinated before it is put into the pot!

——It is also best not to wrap the leg of lamb in tin foil and put it in the oven!It doesn't need to lock in moisture!Dried is better!

——The anchor is not going to fry the beets, is he?Beets are the best in salads!Do you know how to cook?I'm furious!

The audience cheered up and stopped crying.

The fans were so angry, they were about to gear up and use words like "You can control the ingredients they buy!", "My baby likes this kind of food!" When I went back, I saw the ID of the person who sent the barrage——Yushan Chef Zhou Huaqing.

So the fans fell silent.

This old man Zhou Huaqing is a special existence on the hunter app. His hunter level is not high, only D-level, but he is very good at cooking, so he just relied on his good cooking skills to enter the imperial restaurant with a national brand name as the master. The chef, with a high status, is now in a semi-retired state.

The old man didn't want to be idle even after retirement, so Dian Dian came to start a live broadcast, saying that he wanted to pass on his culinary skills, three days a week on a regular basis, teaching everyone how to cook.

He really has real skills, he doesn't hide his secrets during the live broadcast, and he always answers the audience's questions. As soon as he came to the live broadcast area, he rushed to the number one position in the food section, attracting a lot of food fans and gluttonous eaters.

And he also likes to give advice to the younger generation. Usually when he sees a new anchor appearing in the food court, he will definitely go to the show and give advice.The old man is actually kind, although occasionally he speaks too bluntly, but he did bring the first wave of attention to many new anchors, taught them some tips, and allowed them to take the first step in the food area.

Today, Dichu live-streamed cooking, and was automatically assigned to the food section by the system. The old man, who was idle, happened to see him as a newcomer, so he came to cheer for him as usual, but he was almost pissed off.

The barrage area was quiet, and some fans couldn't help but came out to help Di Chu speak.

——Grandpa Zhou, Dichu just cooks some home-cooked food for himself, not a serious gourmet anchor.

Mr. Zhou was very angry.

——Can home-cooked food spoil the ingredients so much?Besides, can it be delicious like this!If you can't even eat well, what's the point of living too much?

——Anchor who taught your cooking skills!See if I don't scold him to death!Unscrupulous thing, bring down the younger generation!

--You come!I teach you!

Kong Que, who was always paying attention to the barrage situation, naturally also saw Zhou Huaqing. He knew each other and had eaten many dishes cooked by him. He admired the old man's craftsmanship in his heart. The first dish is more delicious.

Dichu has a magical power that can draw out the original taste of all ingredients, making people unable to stop eating his dishes, just like being poisoned.

All in all, Di Chu's culinary skills are very good, and Mr. Zhou's public questioning is unfair to Di Chu.

Kong Que wanted to justify Di Chu's name, but he didn't recklessly go off to explain to the old man how delicious Di Chu's dishes were, but instead called Di Chu and motioned him to look at the barrage.

Di Chu, who was about to wash his next batch of vegetables, heard that he pulled the projection screen a little closer, flipped through the barrage, and said "Ah" without being angry. He was quite happy that finally an audience wanted to interact with him. Xiang explained earnestly: "The steak should be marinated. I use tea juice, so it tastes better."

"I'm not going to fry the beets, I'm going to juice them."

"As for the leg of lamb..." He bent down to turn on the oven, pulled off the tin foil to see how it was being baked inside, a purple light flashed in his hand, and there was a ball of moisture without impurities in the palm of his hand. The meat of the leg of lamb in the tin foil was It's firmer visible to the naked eye, "I know it's delicious when it's dry. Wrapping tinfoil is not to lock in moisture, but to lock in the umami. It's good to suck out the excess water like this."

After speaking, he poured the water in his palm into the trash can, brushed the leg of lamb with a new layer of seasoning, wrapped it back and continued to roast.

After finishing all this, he stood up straight and answered the old man's last question: "My cooking skills were discovered by myself, and I didn't learn them systematically."

The barrage area was quiet again, and the audience was already dumbfounded.

——Lying, lying in the trough, this operation of absorbing excess water with one hand, this control...

——My mother asked me why I watched the live broadcast on my knees, I couldn’t learn it, my baby, I couldn’t learn it.

——The big brother even cooks in such a different way, the weak chicken cried with inferiority.

After Dichu explained, he frowned when he saw a cry on the bullet screen indicating that he could not learn, and further explained: "This is very simple, first use force to evenly wrap the meat, then penetrate it, and finally bring the water out, just These three steps, you can practice more. When baking, please remember not to suck out all the water at one time, which will make the meat not tasty enough. You have to do it layer by layer. It is best to divide it into three times. If it is too dry, the meat will not be easy to bite, just moderate."

After speaking, I felt that the explanation was detailed enough, and seeing that the audience who asked the question did not speak again, I turned back and continued cooking.

Audience: "..." Here comes the moderation in the chef's mouth, they really can't learn this.

An hour passed in a hurry, and finally, all the dishes were out of the pot and placed on the dining table in a patchwork manner, slowly steaming.They are crispy and delicious roasted leg of lamb and roasted lamb chops, nourishing and delicious corn chicken soup, tender and soft three-fresh shrimp, and delicate meat beef steak... A large table of dishes made the audience salivate crazily.

——Baby is so virtuous, I want to marry and go home!want to kiss!

System prompt: XX was banned for one hour by the administrator Kong Que.

Other viewers who were preparing to release a rainbow fart: "..."

Shivering.

"Let's eat." Kong Que greeted Di Chu.

Di Chu said hello, took off his apron, called the live broadcast bees over, and said, "Thank you for watching, I will not broadcast the broadcast during the meal, and I will start the live broadcast again at three o'clock in the afternoon, and draw pictures for everyone to see." After that, the live broadcast was turned off.

The audience who hadn't finished trembling in time: "..."

At this moment, several new barrages appeared.

——I just tried it, and the bear steak tastes better after being marinated with tea juice.But I always fail in the water control method of wind lamb chops.

—Chef, can you share the secret?

——? ? ?

——The live broadcast is off?So fast?

The viewers who hadn't left looked at the lonely and howling old man Zhou, and their hearts were full of sympathy—yes, the live broadcast was turned off, it was so fast, they never had a chance to let those rainbow farts out properly.

……

After Dichu's live broadcast ended, the two topics of #神仙外饭# and #大郎的炒饭方法# were quietly posted on Weibo. After a while, Dichu dealt with the dynamics of the operation of Feng Yangshan The screenshot was posted on Weibo.

All the chefs were shocked, and then they went to buy the lamb shanks to try for themselves.

About an hour later, a cook finally succeeded. He was an A-level outdoor gourmet anchor. He howled wildly on Weibo, expressing his admiration for Dichu's ingenuity: The wind leg of lamb is really good! Super super delicious!Di Chu is really a genius!However, this method requires a lot of personal strength. Anyway, I only made a piece of meat the size of a palm in the end, and only absorbed water once. I couldn't do it with the whole leg.

All the low-level chefs: "..." cried.

……

When the public opinion on Weibo was slowly fermenting, Di Chu and the others were eating.

The atmosphere at the dinner table was weird, Fei Ye kept pulling his face, You Li ate hard, Kong Que didn't seem to notice anything, he talked to Di Chu while eating, and from time to time he picked up vegetables and cut meat, very attentive .

Fei Ye's face stretched even longer.

You Li pressed his hand that was about to move under the table, leaned over and said in a low voice, "Don't be impulsive, Di Chu is happy now, take it away."

Fei Ye clenched his fist and took a deep breath.

After a meal, it was time for Kong Que to go back to the research institute, Fei Ye offered to take him downstairs.

Di Chu wanted to prepare things for live broadcasting and painting later, so he just sent Kong Que to the door.

There was a sound of closing the door, and You Li, who was washing dishes in the kitchen, sang "The Warrior Who Went Away" to Fei Ye in her heart.

……

All the way downstairs without a word, Kong Que stood beside his car and asked, "Want to come up and talk?"

Fei Ye shook his head, looked him up and down with a frown, and said after a while: "Di Chu is still young, and he is a simple person. He is not a child who can play emotional games with people like you."

"Which kind of people are we?" Kong Que asked back. Seeing that he was sullen and silent, he said slowly, "Fei Ye, you and Di Chu are from the same village. I know you treat Di Chu as a family member. I can assure you. , I'm not playing a game."

Fei Ye's eyebrows were almost knotted, and she looked at him incredulously.

"The initiative lies with Di Chu." Kong Que didn't want to explain his feelings to others, but Di Chu cared about Fei Ye very much, so he was willing to say a few more words, "He is completely free with me, I am the one who was locked up. In the same place, in a dilemma." After speaking, he nodded at him, turned around, got in the car and left.

Fei Ye stared blankly at his car driving away for a long time, then wiped her face in disbelief.

Why... Kong Que's posture is so low?

……

At three o'clock in the afternoon, Dichu started the live broadcast on time.

The traditional Chinese painting lovers who stayed in the live broadcast room in advance started posting barrages and giving gifts, which made the live broadcast room very lively.

When Di Chu saw this, the corners of his mouth twitched, and he said hello to everyone.

Fans of traditional Chinese painting responded enthusiastically, Rainbow Fart blows smoothly and freely, and they are already a group of mature fans.

Mr. Zhou Huaqing, who rushed over a little bit, mixed in, looking particularly out of place.

He was very puzzled, isn't Di Chu a new little gourmet anchor?Why are pens, ink, paper and inkstones placed on the table instead of kitchen utensils and ingredients during the live broadcast?What is going on with these barrage audiences, one mouthful of masters, one mouthful of ink landscapes, what is it?

Did he go to the wrong studio?

— what are you doing?Kitchen friend, why don't you cook anymore?

When Dichu's true fans saw this barrage from Mr. Zhou, they wanted to laugh and felt like they were dreaming.

It's amazing. Before yesterday, they were still worrying about whether Di Chu's popularity would decline after he opened his personal live broadcast room, whether his character would be disillusioned, or whether everyone would find out that he was a fool or something as soon as he opened his mouth. They didn't expect Di Chu to After opening the mouth, not only is it not disillusioned, but it also surprises people everywhere!

What kind of baby are they fans of? They can fight, draw, cook, and look good!It's so perfect, they don't want to be mom fans and true love fans anymore, they just want to be boyfriend fans and girlfriend fans!

……

Di Chu was very satisfied with the liveliness of the barrage. He rolled up his sleeves, picked up the pen, and asked the barrage: "What do you want to see me draw?"

Yuli said that the interaction with the audience is very important. If conditions permit, it is best to cater to the audience's preferences, which will help increase the stickiness of the audience.

As soon as these words came out, the barrage immediately boiled over, and all kinds of requests for painting landscapes, water, birds, flowers and plants wiped out the few doubtful barrages of Mr. Zhou.

Mr. Zhou was furious.

What to draw!You are such a small person, can you draw?Do not do business!The food anchor will cook for me!

The bullet screens were drawn so quickly that Di Chu only had time to see a few prominent ones, so he replied, "I don't draw birds." Then he thought for a while and said, "I have to go out for dinner at five o'clock, so I don't have time to draw. For complicated ones, I will draw some basic ones for you, plum, orchid, bamboo and chrysanthemum."

After finishing speaking, he lowered his head and dipped his pen in ink. Ni Feng picked up the pen and first drew a few slender bamboo nodes with close roots and spread out on the upper side. Then he dipped the ink again and drew a few scattered bamboo leaves with a few strokes .

Everyone felt that after blinking a few times, a clump of vigorous and freehand bamboo appeared on the drawing paper.But Di Chu still didn't stop, he dipped some more ink, swiped a few strokes a little farther away, and a hazy bamboo forest appeared.

After stroke after stroke, the bamboo forest gradually grows, layer upon layer, with thick and straight old bamboos, twigs that have not yet grown up, and small bamboos with luxuriant branches and leaves that have been bent... Various forms of bamboo are covered in the painting. Paper, but harmoniously blended together.

Even though it was just a black and white ink painting, the feeling of verdant bamboo grove rushed over us. Everyone felt as if they could smell the fresh and slightly astringent smell of bamboo in their noses. There was a rustling sound.

Finally, Di Chu received the last sum and looked at the barrage: "Next is Lan."

At the beginning of the Orchid Emperor, the painting was not so complicated. It only took a few strokes to outline an orchid growing between the cracks in the rocks, and then stopped.He also only painted one chrysanthemum, but it took a long time to paint, because the petals of chrysanthemums are special, layered on top of each other, which takes a lot of effort.

Finally, when he arrived at Plum Blossom, he put down his pen and disappeared into the camera for a while, and went to adjust the paint.

At this time, there was less than an hour left before five o'clock, and the audience stared blankly at the three paintings of bamboo, orchid, and chrysanthemum on the table, speechless.

These three paintings, the bamboo painting is elegant and straight, the orchid painting is lonely and tough, and the chrysanthemum painting is graceful and rich, each one gives people a different feeling, and each one uses different techniques, but there is no exception. eye-catching.

——For Dichu, this is just the foundation?

There is a barrage that expresses the aspirations of all Chinese painting lovers.

——Master Qiu is famous for painting bamboo. His best work "Sui Han" is really, really...

--do not talk!Be careful to cause trouble for Grandmaster Dichu!

The barrage suddenly quieted down, and then the Chinese painting lovers tacitly brushed up gifts and other barrages, including the barrage that mentioned Master Qiu.

Dichu's true love fans are confused, what happened to this group of Chinese painting fans?Does Master Qiu mean Qiu Yide? Isn’t that a great master of traditional Chinese painting? Everyone mentioned how he kept secrets.

Zhou Huaqing, who had been yelling to tell Di Chu not to be idle, had already calmed down, but he didn't leave. Seeing these bullet screens, his brows frowned.

Di Chu didn't know anything about the small commotion on the barrage, so he came back after adjusting the paint and started painting plum blossoms.He likes plum blossoms very much, so he draws plum blossoms very carefully, and he prefers the smoky red. The plum blossoms that come out of his hands always have a misty fairy air. The teacher once said that he painted plum blossoms too freely. , is not desirable, but he just can't change it.

The time gradually approached five o'clock, and finally, with the last 10 minutes left before five o'clock, Di Chu put away his pen and completed the last painting.

He glanced at the time and said: "There are still 10 minutes to five o'clock. I'm going to get dressed and get ready to go out. You can look at the paintings yourself." After speaking, he put away the pen, put away the painting tools, and disappeared into the picture.

The audience who are just about to blow rainbow farts: "..."

After 10 minutes, Di Chu, who had put on his coat, came back and waved his hand towards the camera: "See you next time in the live broadcast, thank you for watching." He paused, and then added unnaturally, "New Year's Eve event It's almost time to leave, I want to exchange points for gifts, you guys... goodbye!"

In the end, he couldn't get his self-promotional words out, and quickly turned off the live broadcast.

The audience couldn't react at all, staring at the blacked-out live broadcast room speechlessly.

What kind of anchor is this? If you don’t give Rainbow Fart a chance to brag about it, you won’t be able to finish the commercials. Do you need a gift?Isn't it just a vote for the New Year's event, give it to you, give it to you!

……

National Academy.

Yuan Yaowen turned off the light brain with a sad face.

"How is it? Did he respond?" Lin Sui asked quickly as soon as he entered the door.

Yuan Yaowen shook his head: "He didn't even see the barrage I sent. It's really too difficult to contact. The APP private mailbox is closed, the task invitation is temporarily rejected, and the Weibo private message is closed... I have no choice."

Lin Sui frowned and thought for a while, then said hesitantly, "Do you still remember the Weibo that Nong Mo Zhai posted at the beginning? Will Liu Fu Pao find a way to contact Di Chu..."

Yuan Yaowen was taken aback, and then stood up abruptly: "Yes, yes, yes, Liu Fupao, Dichu's pens, inks, papers and inkstones were bought from him at first sight, hurry up, pack up, let's go directly to him! "

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In the middle of the night that day, Di Chu, who was sleeping soundly wrapped in the quilt, suddenly opened his eyes, frowned, got out of bed, opened the window and disappeared into the night.

Ten minutes later, he came to a small villa located in the corner of the S-class accommodation area in the Hunter District. He avoided all the house alarms, smashed a window on the second floor, and saw half of the body on the big bed covered with scales, breath Seven, who has become very weak.

Seven's sanity was not completely blurred. Hearing the sound of the broken window, he immediately braced himself up and looked over vigilantly, and shouted: "Who!"

"It's me." Di Chu jumped into the room, looked him up and down, and went to take off his clothes without saying a word.

Seven was stunned, his body regained his strength, he stopped his hand and asked, "You, why are you here? How did you find my house... Wait, don't take it off... What are you doing!"

Di Chu tore his pajamas with a hiss: "If you don't want to die, just listen to me, you are going back to your ancestors, don't resist the surge of blood in your body."

"Why, don't...don't!" Sai Wen is weak now, and naturally he can't match Di Chu's strength. In the end, he can only watch the last piece of cloth on his body leave him, revealing the most mutated part of his body, his face His neck and neck turned red, and he growled, "What the hell are you doing!"

"Help you." Di Chu glanced at the place he hastily covered with his hands, thoughtfully, "No wonder you can return to your ancestors... The mutation feature is here, and the bloodline feature is naturally strong."

What here and there, rich or not, Seven's whole body is red now, angry and annoyed, his chest heaves up and down, suddenly he coughed up a mouthful of blood, his body was unstable and floating, he was going to be so angry The power is out of order.

Di Chu hurriedly patted his dantian with his palm, sent the primordial fresh air into his body, and said, "Close your eyes, conserve your strength, and let the blood power spread throughout your body as much as possible." With a wave of the other hand, Layers of wooden walls appeared out of thin air, wrapping this simply furnished room densely, preventing any wind from passing through.

The room is completely dark, but most hunters can see at night, so it does not prevent the two people in the room from seeing each other clearly.

Seven felt a soft force injected from the abdomen from the outside, and turned his head with great effort, looking at the