People are singing in the tide, but there is no crown

After Zhezhi finished speaking, he concentrated on spreading out the drawing paper and dipped it in ink.

She looked at Ling An and Chao Mei across from her: "Are you, uh, just hugging like this?"

"Of course not." Chao Mei smiled, her expression subtle, "Have you ever heard of this Ling An patrol officer's other, um, appearance? Or form? Anyway, it's what he looks like when he's in battle."

Zhezhi heard this and nodded thoughtfully: "It seems like I heard it from a storyteller, but it was very vague."

"Okay, next thing is what I told you, don't be scared." Chao Mei finished speaking and glanced at Ling An.

Ling An also nodded without saying anything.

As for Chaomei's painting, he certainly couldn't use his current cat form, and that was also what Chaomei meant.

From the very beginning, what she cared about most was her original appearance.

Ling An jumped out of Chao Mei's arms and fell to the side.

In an instant, his aura began to rise rapidly, and a burst of flames burned his entire body.

From the flames came his voice: "Now, we can begin."

Ling An's true body walked out of the flames. This was his original appearance, the first time he came to Solaris and saw himself, and also the first time he was defeated by Chao Mei.

The simplest form, without a crown.

Under Chaomei's dazed gaze and Zhezhi's terrified eyes, he stood indifferently, looking at them quietly.

Her entire body seemed like the most exquisite work of art, exuding elegance and a breathtakingly powerful aura.

"This, this, this..." Zhezhi was still in shock and couldn't speak clearly for a while.

Her hands were shaking a little, and the ink fell on the white drawing paper.

"Don't be afraid, this is how I want you to draw." Chaomei looked at Zhezhi and comforted her.

"call--"

Zhezhi took a deep breath and tried to calm himself down.

If she didn't know that this seemingly powerful guy in front of her was the hero who saved Konshu, she would really run out.

Of course, in front of such an existence, it is not up to her to decide.

But even now, just looking at Ling An face to face, even though the other party didn't make any movement at all, she still felt a sense of pressure.

It was like a tiger suddenly jumped in front of her. Even if Chao Mei told her that this tiger did not eat people, it was difficult to dispel the fear in her heart.

"So... So that's how it is. This is Patrol Officer Ling An's... fighting stance. Zhezhi understands."

"Then let's start." Ling An said, and then looked at Chao Mei.

For some reason, he felt like he was taking a photo shoot with his girlfriend.

The two people stood in front of Zhezhi, watching her holding the paintbrush and spreading ink on the paper.

After entering the working state, Zhezhi seemed to relax a lot. He was completely immersed in the painting in front of him, with the tip of his pen dancing back and forth.

What Ling An and Chao Mei wanted was just a simple portrait, which she could easily handle with her strength and level.

However, after Ling An restores his true form, there will be some trouble.

If it was a cat, she would have already drawn many and was very adept at it, but for the appearance of the one without a crown, every angle had to be carefully outlined.

Besides, this was her first time meeting him, so there couldn’t be any mistakes.

As for Chaomei, it is much simpler, and the shape is determined by just two strokes.

Those golden eyes and black hair are so distinctive.

After a long time, Zhezhi seemed to have been immersed in the state of painting, and his initial fear of Ling An's true body also dissipated.

In order to write carefully, she even boldly walked to Ling An's side, holding her glasses and looking him over carefully, for fear of missing any details.

Ling An, on the other hand, felt a little uncomfortable being stared at by her.

You know, the last time I was looked at so closely was when I was with Chao Mei.

Come to think of it, his body has been in its current form since the beginning, so from the perspective of the residual image, it’s nothing.

But from a human perspective, he looks like he has no clothes on.

Whenever he thought of this, Ling An felt a cool breeze whizzing through his crotch. Fortunately, his thinking was now gradually moving towards the residual image, otherwise he would be depressed for a while just worrying about this every day.

The painting of broken branches lasted from noon to evening. Fortunately, when it started in the middle, Ling An and Chao Mei no longer had to stand.

This shy and socially phobic painter seemed to have completely memorized the images and temperaments of the two people in his mind, and he started painting without any pause.

Chaomei stood behind her with interest, watching every stroke of the branch thoughtfully.

And Ling An was still required to maintain his true identity.

Ling An expressed his understanding that an excellent painting cannot be completed in just one or two hours.

He paced around the room bored, and suddenly glanced to the side.

There, against the wall, stood a thick pile of drawing paper.

These were the things that Zhezhi placed against the wall when she first came in to clean up. Seeing how hurriedly she was putting them away but afraid of wrinkling them, it looked like they were something interesting.

Ling An became interested for a moment.

He glanced at Zhezhi secretly and found that the other party was immersed in painting and had no time to pay attention.

good chance.

Ling An pretended to take a walk and moved to the wall with his hands behind his back.

"Patrol Captain Ling An?" Zhezhi held his glasses and looked at Ling An with a puzzled look on his face.

"Nothing, my legs are sore, so I just took a few steps." Ling An smiled and evaded the question.

Zhezhi was so immersed in the painting that he didn't think for a moment that how could a man without a crown have sore legs.

She lowered her head and continued to concentrate on painting.

Ling An confirmed that Zhezhi's attention was not here, stretched out two fingers, pinched a piece of drawing paper pressed underneath, and gently pulled it out.

"It's okay, the patrol officer is just patrolling as usual." Ling Anxin said.

The next second, the drawing papers that had just been piled up temporarily fell down with a bang.

Zhezhi suddenly looked up and looked at Ling An.

Ling An, on the other hand, looked at the drawing paper in his hand with a dazed look on his face. He turned his head in confusion and met Zhezhi's eyes.

"Huh?" Ling An made a puzzled sound.

The drawing paper in my hand is indeed a painting of folded branches, but that is not the point.

The point is, if the person in the painting is not him, Ling An, then who else could it be?

An elegant gray cat squatted in the sun and licked its paw. There was a specific date on the side, which looked like it was exactly two days ago.

"ah!!!"

Zhezhi let out a scream, and her face instantly flushed visibly. She hurriedly wanted to rush over to save her last bit of self-esteem.

However, Ling An looked at the other drawing papers that had just fallen to the ground.

Each of the pictures above shows him when he was a cat, and even the dates are different.

He appears in different shapes in each painting.

Ling An looked at Zhezhi, who was covering his face and not daring to look at him directly.

He instantly understood why Zhezhi had to run into the studio to clean up at the beginning.

So she drew so many pictures of herself?