If you are asked to prevent the villain from destroying the world, what kind of love are you talking

Song Chu's lips were tightly closed, with no intention of opening them at all.

But Ji Feng had no intention of letting him go like this.

He reached out and grabbed Yiyi's chin, forced him to open his mouth, and stuffed the small piece of apple inside.

Ji Feng helped him chew it up and down.

The teeth of the physical doll are made of precision materials, and the bite force is the same as that of an adult.

So with Ji Feng's help, that small piece of apple was really bitten into pieces.

Ji Feng's eyes flashed with satisfaction, "Yiyi is so good."

He stretched out his index finger, inserted it into Yiyi's mouth, and took out the residue inside.

"It's a pity that this is a poison apple for Yiyi."

He smiled and wiped Yiyi's mouth, "Don't swallow it."

He seems to be walking between reality and illusion, making people wonder whether he really thinks so or just thinks so.

Song Chuyi actually wanted to swallow it.

Although it is an apple, it has gone into my mouth, so there is no reason to spit it out.

As a result, Ji Feng didn't care about martial ethics and just paid it for him.

Okay okay, just apples.

If the big chicken drumstick entered his mouth and Ji Feng took it out, he might cry on the spot.

Song Chuyi complained a few words in his heart, and the people from Ji Feng over there sent several big boxes into the yard.

He took a sneak peek and found that there were some clothes inside.

It seems that these are the clothes Ji Feng bought for him.

He was looking forward to it. It was really uncomfortable to only wear shorts every day.

After Ji Feng's people left, they were the only two left in the yard.

Ji Feng opened the first box and found some shirts inside.

Shirts are available in various styles and colors, much like the dressing style of elites.

Ji Feng picked up a light gray shirt and put it on one by one.

These clothes are all bought according to the size, so they fit just right on your body.

But when Ji Feng looked at Yiyi wearing a light gray shirt, he always felt something was a little awkward.

He thought for a moment, unbuttoned his shirt, and buttoned two buttons by mistake.

The top two buttons were unbuttoned, revealing a piece of fair skin.

It's obviously still the same shirt, but now it feels different.

Ji Feng stood in front of Yiyi and slapped Yiyi on the butt.

"Yiyi seduces me again."

Song Chuyi:...

I said seduction is not like this!

Ji Feng threw his big hand on Yiyi's hip and hit him several times until his palm turned red before he withdrew his hand.

"Oh, you have to bear the price for seducing me."

He immediately pressed Song Chuyi on the chair, bent down and kissed him.

Ten minutes later, he let go with satisfaction.

"There are still a lot of clothes to try on today, so you can't seduce me anymore, you know?"

Ji Feng grabbed Yiyi's head and pressed it down twice.

"I nodded in agreement."

"Great, let's try on other clothes now."

Ji Feng opened the second box, which contained a variety of pants.

There are suit pants, jeans, and sports shorts.

Ji Feng picked up a pair of suit pants and helped them put them on one by one.

The suit pants were very close-fitting, making his legs straight and slender.

The buttocks, which seemed to have been swollen by oneself, were holding up the suit pants, making them straight and round.

Ji Feng's eyes flashed with satisfaction.

Within two seconds, his face darkened again.

"One can only seduce people, right?"

Song Chuyi:...

Enough, he said. Enough.

Please Ji Feng, please hurry up and let him become a human, he can't stand this kind of days where he can't speak!

It would be better to turn him into a coffee tree.

Ji Feng sneered and raised his left hand, "Look one by one, we have been handcuffed together."

"We will only be together, so even if you want to seduce other people, it's impossible."

As he spoke, his eyes became colder, and he slapped her on the butt.

"No!"

"No thoughts of seducing other people."

Song Chuyi really couldn't hold it back and rolled his eyes.

Ji Feng frowned, as if he saw something, and moved closer to Yiyi's face.

He opened Yiyi's eyelids, revealing the pure black pupils inside.

Yiyi's pupils are very beautiful, pure black that is rare in the world.

But he seemed to see a little white of his eyes just now, as if he was rolling his eyes one by one.

Ji Feng frowned and something flashed through his mind.

He suddenly picked up one by one and rushed to the studio.

After putting the person down, he picked up the paintbrush with a focused and crazy expression.

Song Chuyi stood aside and took a look.

The background of Ji Feng's painting this time turned out to be pure white.

The young man in the painting is kneeling on the ground, still wearing a shirt, and the shirt is soaked in a large area of ​​blood.

The boy's left index finger hooked his mouth and pulled out.

His right hand rested on his thigh, his fingers tightened and bent to a certain extent.

The thumb was reddish, and the tips of the other four fingers were abnormally white.

The strong and flamboyant color spread out from the boy's shirt, and even the boy's black hair was dyed with a touch of blood.

The boy seemed to be playing naughtily with others, his expression showing a bit of evil enjoyment.

The scene that was supposed to be lively and cheerful became a little more ambiguous because of the boy's abnormal rolling of his eyes.

A few more glances will make people feel that being a teenager is not a happy or enjoyable thing.

The young man seemed to have fallen into that blood, and he didn't even know who he was.

But the whole body exudes a sense of corruption.

Behind the pure white background, an imperceptible thin thread penetrated the young man's open mouth.

This thin thread seems to be controlling the boy, and it seems to be the culprit that caused the boy to fall into this state.

It is not easy to detect, but can be captured by the viewer.

Song Chuyi was shocked by the subtle sense of loss of control that gave viewers a sense of being within their own control but unable to fully control it.

Song Chuyi took a few glances and couldn't help but sigh with Xiao Tong in his mind.

[Ji Feng’s comic strip can really make you a god. 】

[His lifelike portraits cannot be conferred upon gods. 】

The characters in Ji Feng's paintings are too extreme, and the sense of impact and shock that blooms on the painting paper will only make people feel scared when used to paint portraits.

People think they see people the way they see them.

Therefore, portraits should be like the people they see, either simple, elegant, or gentle.

However, Ji Feng's extremely flamboyant painting method that magnifies the character's own personality is destined to fail to gain public recognition.

But it's sure to appeal to those looking for excitement in the dark.

After all, this kind of people love extreme contrast.

After Song Chuyi said a few words to Xiao Tong, he looked back at Ji Feng.

Ji Feng has put down the paintbrush in his hand.

He stared at the painting in front of him, and his fingertips touched the boy's open mouth.

After a two-second pause, he suddenly turned his head and looked at Yiyi.

Yiyi's lips were tightly closed.

Ji Feng stood up and knelt down on the ground one by one, facing him.

In this way, Song Chuyi was forced to look directly at Ji Feng.

Ji Feng sat on the chair, stared down at Yiyi's mouth for two seconds, and suddenly started to untie his belt.

Song Chuyi:? ? ?

Holy shit! Don't mess around!