Excellent.
It is incompatible with the script of the year.
“It’s very well painted and tasteful.”
Russell commented.
"Tasteful?"
The words.
Finally, some expression appeared on the face of that cold and beautiful woman.
but...
It has a negative meaning.
She frowned.
"Don't like the word taste?"
Russell suddenly realized and remembered some settings about Xi.
"I don't like the word 'taste'. It divides people into 'people with taste' and 'people without taste', and then blocks people with 'no taste' from entering the door."
"That's a terrible look."
She did not feel that the painting was described as tasteful.
What a good thing.
“Hopefully, we can get a full range of opinions, rather than just listening to one side?”
Russell nodded.
“It’s a very reasonable statement.”
"But I think the word 'taste' isn't a bad word."
"Round and square, big and small, these things cannot appear on the same thing."
“For people who like circles, it’s strange to like squares.”
“A work of art has its own shape. If it is round, it will not satisfy those who like square works; if it is large, it will not satisfy those who like small works.”
"Forcing them to be together is, in a sense, torture."
"Use the word 'taste' to separate them and stay in their own comfort zone, not being disturbed by others, and not disturbing others."
"That's actually not bad, isn't it?"
“Enjoy your frosting peacefully, share it with like-minded people, and avoid conflicts with others.”
Those words made the dragon girl stunned.
She looked at Russell with a look of disbelief.
?
What kind of look is this?
Russell frowned, feeling that something was wrong with this development.
"You and I...are a little different in our perception."
As if he noticed, Russell's gaze changed.
Xi said softly.
That's what I said.
"What kind of person do you think I am?"
Russell asked a rare question.
I always feel that Xi seems to have many misunderstandings about me.
"...ambitious ambitions, mountains of blood, burning desires, a glorious city?"
She thought hard.
But, I'm still a little tongue-tied.
In distress, he waved the paintbrush.
Brush together.
A painting has jumped out.
Jiaozi, who was almost integrated with the darkness, sat majestically on a high throne, his eyes full of contempt.
There were no attendants or ministers around him.
There were only a few beautiful girls on one side.
Ahead, there is a long red carpet.
Bright and moist, as if soaked in some sticky liquid.
You can see it through the gate.
Old cities are burning, and brand new cities are being built.
Russell: “…”
He killed people in court, burned down cities, and even brought his lover to court...
What a tyrant Nero.
"It seems...you have a big prejudice against me?"
Russell's eyes were dim.
Xi was stunned.
Then, as if realizing belatedly, he discovered with horror that he seemed to be accusing the emperor in front of him.
Any ministers, officials and people who can point out my mistakes to my face will be sentenced to death.
It came from the mouth of this guy in front of me.
what...
My painting is so realistic...
I'm not going to be sent to Siberia to mine Originium!
There was not much expression on her face, as if honor and disgrace had nothing to do with her.
but...
But in my mind, the scene is completely different.
In the world of the heart, the little mirage dragon seemed to have shrunk into a ball and was trembling.
But, unexpectedly.
That Jiaozi did laugh unexpectedly.
"The painting is good. Make it more vicious and brutal. Draw more of the girl next to it."
"Then, let's spread it to other countries as a painting."
He said so.
Ahhhhh!!!
Spread the word of his cruelty, lust, bloodthirstiness and murderousness.
Is this really appropriate?
Xi was a little confused.
"A monarch who holds a large army and is bloody and brutal has a far greater deterrent power than a wise ruler or saintly king."
"I don't mind using violence to deal with problems though."
"But being able to achieve a deterrent effect without violence, or using deterrence plus a little violence to deal with the problem, is much better than directly killing people."
It seemed that he was aware of his doubts.
That Jiaozi said.
Using evil to create good?
like...
A bit awesome.
Xi seemed to understand what he meant.
No wonder your sister seems to like him quite a lot.
He indeed has the bearing of a saint king.
but--
"No, just take the girl off the top, thank you."
It was extremely abrupt that the tone of the Jiaozi suddenly changed.
"If I draw a girl on top, it will make me look lascivious and affect my reputation."
"Change to my ghost soldier."
"It should look cooler this way, and maybe even attract some girls who worship power."
evening:"..."
Retract the preface.
There may be something wrong with your sister's eyesight.
Listing this guy among the ranks of the Holy Kings might lead to the resurrection of other Holy Kings.
and...
This guy.
Why does it feel a bit cheap?
Obviously.
When we met in the world bubble, he looked very reliable...
Xi suddenly felt an indescribable feeling.
A cool and reliable doctor, a scheming dictator, or a tired pervert...
Which one.
Is this the true face of this guy?
She fell into some kind of thought.
But before he could even start thinking, that Jiaozi suddenly made a sound.
"You should go now. I'm going to sleep with Nian."
what?
Xi was a little confused.
She followed Russell's gaze and suddenly saw a beautiful woman with silver hair and purple eyes.
year?
Is that guy someone who can sleep with men?
Her pupils trembled slightly.
One thousand four hundred degrees!
It seemed that he noticed someone's statement.
"Sleep with me?"
The beast was almost laughing to tears, as if it had seen a duck enter Nanjing.
