Quick Transmigration: Survive to the End

Yinyin rolled up her sleeves and continued painting.

She painted gods from the lowest to the highest ranks, but all she got was the result of golden ink dripping down after the painting was completed.

Midway through, she suspected that the person painting was wrong, so she replaced him with Qi Tianyuan, but the final outcome was no different.

Qi Tianyuan suggested carving it with a knife, but little did he know that while the powder on the statue was scraped off, it could float back and stick to it again.

Yinyin was so angry she wanted to throw her pen.

Even Qi Tianyuan said, "If it weren't for Senior Sister, the golden ink would have dripped outside if we hadn't reacted in time."

"Once the gold ink becomes increasingly scarce, it will be impossible to complete the painting."

“Very clever,” the man in the tuxedo reappeared, sitting very close to them.

Yinyin instinctively drew her sword and stabbed directly at the target.

"Be careful," the man in the tuxedo had clearly been stabbed, but he was unharmed, turning into wisps of smoke that then condensed around Yin Yin.

He leaned closer to Yin Yin: "A beautiful little princess can't be short-tempered. She should be gentle, intelligent, beautiful, and understanding."

His pupils turned red, and Yin Yin quickly lowered her head and swung her sword outwards.

Qi Tianyuan also rushed over and separated him from Yinyin.

“Tianyuan, don’t look into his eyes,” Yinyin said. “He can steal souls.”

Qi Tianyuan nodded and attacked the man in the tuxedo.

The man didn't attack directly, but instead took out a gold pocket watch while dodging.

"Almost there, less than a quarter of an hour left, you'd better hurry."

"If it's not finished in fifteen minutes, then it'll be my turn to take over."

His words were calm, but full of malice.

Yinyin glanced at him and said to Qi Tianyuan, "Tianyuan, conserve your energy."

Qi Tianyuan sheathed his sword and ignored the man in the tuxedo.

Qi Tianyuan and Yinyin ignored him, which made him feel regretful. He ran over to them and said, "Why did you stop playing? Hurry up and play! We haven't had a proper game yet."

His piercing voice was deafening, but Yin Yin seemed not to hear it, carefully thinking about who else she hadn't drawn.

Time passed by, and Yinyin drew several more images of the gods, but still failed.

The man in the tuxedo's smile widened: "Five more minutes."

"You guys are quite fun, why don't you all stay and keep me company?"

Yinyin carefully collected the dripping gold ink and closed her eyes.

calm down.

Yinyin had a sudden inspiration and, when the two people around her weren't paying attention, drew Qi Tianyuan's face on it.

This time, Jin Mo didn't fall as quickly; he paused for a moment before falling.

The man in the tuxedo's expression changed, and he suddenly made a move.

Qi Tianyuan blocked the way with his sword: "Didn't you say there was still time? If you make a move now, you're breaking the rules."

The man in the tuxedo laughed: "I set all the rules here. Once I become a god, all the rules will serve me."

Yinyin's heart stirred upon hearing this.

So this time may not only be the countdown to the portrait, but also the countdown to the man in the tuxedo becoming a god.

This idol is a way to restrain him, and also a shortcut to help him become a god.

Otherwise, why didn't he react when the portrait failed so many times before, but this time the gold ink fell a little slower, and he went against his own words.

He was afraid, afraid that Yinyin would actually draw something.

After a moment of thought, Yin Yin drew her master's face on the statue.

This time, Jin Mo waited for about ten seconds longer, until even the eyes of the statue began to show signs of movement, before Jin Mo finally fell down.

The man in the tuxedo went even crazier, and Qi Tianyuan could no longer stop him.

"The last minute."

Yinyin gripped her pen tightly. One minute, only one chance. Qi Tianyuan could stay for a moment, and her master could stay even longer, yet neither of them managed to stay in the end. Who else could she use to try?

When Yin Yin thought about going to the far north, her master had said something about her senior brother.

She was still hesitant in her heart, but her pen was already moving.

"Three, two, one... Hahaha, done!"

The man in the tuxedo suddenly burst into wild laughter, and with a wave of his hand, Qi Tianyuan was sent flying to the side as if he had been struck down.

He walked step by step toward Yin Yin, a pleasant smile on his face.

"Good child, I like you very much. I will grant you the honor of painting my first portrait of a god, how about it?"

Yinyin didn't dodge or avoid him, but reminded him, "Why don't you look up?"

The man in the tuxedo looked up, his smile freezing on his lips: "No, this is impossible, this is impossible."

“It must be you,” he said, looking at Yin Yin with malice. “It must be you who did it.”

"Naughty children should be punished!"

Black flames gathered in the man's hand, and the flames grew smaller and darker over time.

Yinyin sensed something was wrong and immediately hid behind the drawn statue of the god, activated the eggshell shield, hung the amulet given to her by her master around her neck, and took out one, two, three, four different protective items.

The man in the tuxedo laughed at her for overestimating herself and gently pushed the flame forward: "Taste the pain of the Dark Netherfire."

The flame was small, but it seemed to have chosen Yinyin, turning in circles to find her.

Yinyin circled around trying to dodge, and it followed her, seemingly determined not to give up until it achieved its goal.

Qi Tianyuan threw the golden box over, and it hit the flames right there.

The golden box went from being engulfed by black flames to turning into golden liquid that dripped onto the ground in the blink of an eye.

Yinyin dared not resist any longer, and even dared not throw the things in her hands over, for fear of causing any problems and losing one item at a time.

The man in the tuxedo watched her spin around with great interest: "You can't escape it. The Dark Netherfire will track your soul, ensuring you never have peace unless you completely disappear."

Qi Tianyuan took out his rusty sword to save her, but the Dark Netherfire, under the control of the man in the tuxedo, suddenly accelerated and was about to catch up with Yinyin.

A hand blocked the flames from advancing.

The statue that Yinyin had drawn moved.

The dark, ghostly fire was enveloped in a thin layer of golden flames, and then suddenly turned into a ball that could be kneaded and flattened at will.

The scene fell silent instantly.

"It's you again," the man in the tuxedo gritted his teeth, "that damned God of Light!"

"I clearly didn't put up your portrait, but she still drew it. It must be your conspiracy!"

God of light?

Yinyin looked up and met a familiar face and eyes so calm they revealed no emotion.

Wow, if we're judging deities solely by their portraits, then Senior Brother Xuanguang really does have a handsome face... just kidding!

Although they had been separated for many years, Yin Yin was certain that the so-called God of Light who descended upon the statue was none other than her senior brother!

Yinyin blinked, then plopped down on the ground, forcing out tears. She pointed towards the man in the tuxedo: "Respected God of Light, you must help me! That bad guy over there is bullying me!"