It’s not like this wizard is inappropriate

Lin An failed to delete the green picture after all.

The little boss rushed back to his office to find a USB flash drive, copied the pictures into it, and carefully locked it into the safe in Lin An's office, then he breathed a sigh of relief.

"Anzai, this green is the magic weapon to win our game, do you understand?"

Lin An pursed his lips and said nothing.

But the little boss walked around excitedly, "This is the green shape on the shield you want to make, right? Maybe it shouldn't just be used on a shield, it should have more uses!"

As he spoke, he looked at Lin An with wide eyes, "Let's set up a level. The BOSS will use this green color, and the equipment that will be exploded will also use this green color. Believe me, this BOSS and this set of equipment will definitely become an eternal part of the players' mouths." The classic!”

Lin An sat in silence on the office chair. He raised his head and looked at his boss chattering, but muttered in a daze, "I feel like I am copying... no, creating life."

A life in a spiritual dimension.

He was a little afraid that if the skin of the frog head was really made completely, what kind of effect would it have? Will it copy the old man's spirituality?

It doesn't seem possible, because he only focused on the green skin, and he didn't copy the frog's eyes, so many hands, and other things.

And this is what he feels is creating, not replicating life.

This feels weird.

It was so strange that he thought that if such a green-skinned BOSS was really drawn, would it really appear in the real world?

what is this?

God Pen Horse?

Lin An didn't know.

The little boss shouted excitedly, "That shield, I remember, you have other details on it, right? It's not just this green! Anzi, do your best, I won't let you suffer."

He held Lin An's shoulders with both hands, his eyes shining, "Anzai, you are truly an artist!"

Forehead……

Passed, passed...

The outrageous words of the little boss finally made Lin An come to his senses. He found that the little boss really liked feeding people chicken soup, so he just smiled helplessly.

But since the little boss was so satisfied, Lin An finally breathed a sigh of relief. At least he had an explanation for the high salary the little boss offered him, which was 40,000 yuan.

He always felt that his past work experience as an ordinary programmer was not worth so much money, so he felt a little panicked.

"Work hard on this green plan, Anzi, do it to the best of your ability, and let me see your limit." The little boss patted Lin An on the shoulder with a serious look, "I will give it to you then. Raise your salary!”

Ah, this...

Lin An's eyes lit up and he nodded vigorously, "Okay!"

No, the little boss gave me too much.

The little boss was obviously much more excited than Lin An for having produced such a painting. On the way to the Xingfu community on the outskirts of the city, the little boss didn't stop talking.

Crazyly imagining the wonderful scene of the future game killing everyone, he even began to promise to give Lin An shares if the game really became popular and swept the industry.

Let Lin An work hard to improve himself so that he can make up his mind to completely tie Lin An to the chariot of antlers.

Lin An just grabbed the armrest of the passenger door and said nothing. In his eyes, the little boss had almost turned into a lion that could barely fit in the small car, looking so proud and proud.

Lin An didn't take it to heart that the boss was pouring chicken soup and making big cakes.

Is he really worthy of a large game company that was once well-known in the industry and gave him shares?

Don't even think about it, it will only increase your worries.

Besides...

Antler Game Software Company secretly serves as the financial source for the extraordinary power of the Antler Witch Hunter Knights. Even if the shares are written in the formal equity transfer document, it is not that reliable.

Only strength and skills belong to him, Lin An knows.

When he was about to get home, Lin An asked the little boss to let him go, and went to the mall to buy a basketball net bag that seemed to be of good quality. Then he scanned a shared bicycle and rode back to the community.

The ugly head was still sleeping, and the blood flowed along its hair and spread to the mesh bag, and then dripped all the way to the ground, where it gathered into a small pool of blood.

Lin An put the net bag aside, thought for a moment and took out the curtain with the black cat portrait from the cabinet.

Try every means to improve yourself as soon as possible!

This seems to have become an urgent matter.

He stared carefully at the portrait of the black cat on the curtain, found ink again and poured it into a small saucer. He leaned on the curtain with a brush and continued to add little details.

Lin An did not use Zhou Xiaoxiao's amber spiritual mucus. Although there is no qualitative difference in spirituality, there is a quantitative difference. He must be more careful in his calculations.

To help improve brain power, memorize the books given to me by Professor Cao. If there are any extra, use them to help complete the game art.

The portrait of the black cat in front of him was already extremely familiar to him, and the required brushwork seemed to have been mastered by him through the last painting.

Nowadays, what is needed more is focus, patience and meticulousness.

The drawings of cat hairs, watching them spread out on the unique fabric of curtains, make my heart involuntarily filled with little joy and unique restlessness.

The rainy season in Shenhou City still hasn't stopped. The gloomy sky finally started to rain lightly, and the cool wind blew in from the window, sweeping away the heat of summer.

Lin An is getting better gradually.

With the appearance of the black cat, he seemed to be filled with the spirituality of the black cat. He unknowingly entered into the rhythm of the breathing method, with a strong energy of the 'Civet Bow Stretching Method', like a cat. The child is lying on the curtain drawing a black cat.

Gradually, it seemed as if only he and the curtain canvas were left in the whole world.

Gradually, the canvas seemed to disappear.

The unique off-white curtains seemed to smudge into a crystal clear water surface, moving with his breathing.

And he, the cat, was looking at the water, staring excitedly and restlessly at the black cat under the water.

Meow~

He gently raised his hand and cautiously stretched it toward the water.

The black cat under the water seemed to be standing on the surface of the water, looking down at him, and also stretched out its pink paws to touch his hand.

Wow~

He seemed to hear the sound of water, and with a ripple, he seemed to fall into the water, immersed in a sea full of spirituality.

There is so much spirituality here, different from the few pools of spirituality in the dark place in his body, it seems to be everywhere here.

But he didn't seem to be that suitable to enter this ocean, as if he was squeezed by a huge elastic water ball and bounced up again.

Flip to the surface again.

Following him was the black cat, which stretched out its fluffy face and rubbed against his cheek.

Boom~

There was an explosion outside the window, and Lin An suddenly regained his normal vision.

He looked up blankly at the storm that appeared again outside the window, feeling inexplicably lost, and then looked down at the curtains again.

I don’t know when, but he had finished drawing the portrait of the black cat.

When he closed his eyes, a lifelike portrait of a black cat was also floating in his dark place.

This seems like a long journey.

Lin An carefully hung the curtains on the curtain rod on the window, looked at the black cat in silence, and finally smiled.

"fine."

"Scared me!"

"I thought I would draw something like the magic pen Ma Liang, and then the other person would come out of it."

Get its shape, get its spirit, get its rhyme.

Lin An never thought that he could actually draw such a portrait.

"Wow~" He silently gave himself a thumbs up and raised his eyebrows, "Like."

Beautiful.

The wonderful supernatural ability of spirituality is great, the method of assisting painting, which may be a wizard casting spells, is also great, and the ability to control the body brought by the breathing method is also great.

But extraordinary power also has limits.

Lin An found that he was hungry and a little sleepy at the same time.

Tiredness surged over him, and he was too lazy to clean it up. He simply closed the original curtains and covered the portrait of the black cat.

Looking at the rainy night outside the window, Lin An finally chose to make a pack of instant noodles, fry an egg for himself, ate a warm meal, and lay on the bed contentedly.

only……

"Put me down~Put me down~~~Put me down~~~I~~~~come down~~~~come~~~~"

The troubled Lin An found with some helplessness that the ugly head seemed to be full of sleep.

That’s very embarrassing!

He sighed, took the head out of the net bag, and let it roll on the ground with seemingly full energy, humming a song.

Lin An yawned, too lazy to pay attention to it, and lay down on the bed again.

"Lin An, Lin An, Lin An~" the head yelled.

Lin An turned over and subconsciously pulled the blanket to cover him.

"I had a dream, hehe, it's amazing, I can actually dream." His head bounced to Lin An's pillow, and he opened his mouth full of black teeth and black head and said excitedly, and the blood on his hair shook Lin An's head. All over his face.

Lin An pulled it aside and said, "Don't disturb me. I can also have a sweet dream."

"Guess what I dreamed about?" The mouth of the head moved in Lin An's hand. When he let go of his hand, he said louder, "I dreamed that a girl came to you in the middle of the night. She is very beautiful. The kind, hey, that figure is like a peach..."

Lin An had long been accustomed to its noise, so he almost filtered out its sound and continued to sleep deeply.

At this moment, the sound of ringing the doorbell suddenly came from the door.

"Ding dong~"

"!!!" Lin An suddenly opened his eyes, looked at the door in shock, and then looked at his head, "You! You just said what you dreamed about! No, no need to repeat it, tell me why the other party came to see me. ?”

Could it be that the witch Chen Xin came to the house to kill her?

Will his home be blown up like Professor Cao's?

He swallowed hard and looked a little scared. His teeth were chattering and making a clicking sound. He couldn't speak at such a critical moment.

you!

What do I need from you?

Lin An thought so, but still picked up his head. The blood flowing through this thing was a kind of spirituality that was very suitable for him. Although it would be absorbed if it could not be gathered in his body, it could still exist for a short while.

And this moment is the key to assist in casting spells.

Head brand batteries, all used ones say they are good.

Lin An's head was busy thinking about things, and he tiptoed carefully towards the door.

Boom~

Thunder and lightning came again outside the window, and heavy rain fell.