But there is no airtight wall under the world.

It is still known to others that they are not doing their job properly and delaying learning to learn painting.

So, such a thing quickly spread in the village.

No surprises, just think as you think.

Almost everyone was laughing at it, saying that they had no ability, and they even painted without learning hard, and they really took themselves seriously. A series of remarks came like the wind.

To be honest, doing this is a manifestation of self-destruction.

For a moment, ridicule, contempt, and various waste-like remarks appeared like tides.

It was flooded with real life and almost suffocated.

The real parents, Qu Chao and Wu Jiaqi, knew that their children were not doing their jobs, delayed their studies, and were doing some paintings without any prospects.

That was simply anger in my heart, burning through the sky.

The discussions and teasings of others made the real parents feel that they were slaps on their faces.

They worked hard to go to school, but they actually didn't study hard, so they would do something to paint.

How to be worthy of their good intentions.

As a result, the teasing of others became slaps to the real one.

It turned out that I was beaten hard by my parents.

It can no longer be regarded as a simple lesson, but a fierce beating or even a fatal death.

That beating left a deep and unforgettable mark in the real memory.

It was really clear that my hands were broken and my legs were broken. I could only curl up in the haystack, like a dead mouse and beaten by his parents.

There is no room or strength to hide.

Soon, he fainted.

When I woke up, I was lying in the intensive care unit with instruments inserted into it, dying.

I really don’t know how I survived, nor do I know how I survived.

I only know that he was actually waiting for death, but God still let him survive.

I only know that for a long time after that.

His parents, everyone around him, whether they are adults or children around him, have a strange look at him.

Despise, contempt, or even despise.

A waste, who has no future in the future, is destined to be a fool's words in the mountains and valleys for the rest of his life.

Like a tide, it will be flooded.

In fact, I argued a few words at the beginning, but what I received was more insults, ridicule, contempt, and even curse.

And the ruthless and indifferent slaps of parents.

I really wanted to poke my head out of the waste remarks and insults and contempts in the sky, take a breath of fresh air and restore some strength.

But every time, I will be ruthlessly beaten by the people around me again and again in the sky.

Suffocation, struggle, and doom.

That is, at that time, in my heart, I had apart from hatred, anger, and resentment towards the people around me and my parents.

Nothing else.

In other words, in such an environment and time, the resentment and anger in my heart are actually revealed, and the accumulation is constantly accumulated.

It eventually became a mountain that can never be crossed.

Just when the real hatred has nowhere to be vented, it is about to crush him.

In class, he drew all the classmates who mocked him and the teachers who scolded him on a piece of paper.

They were painted ugly and embarrassingly, just to just vent their hatred.

And the hatred in my heart made everyone hope that they would all disappear, and they were not worthy of living in this world at all.

What Ling Shihu didn't expect was that something incredible happened.

Just as the moment I stopped writing, more than a dozen children and teachers disappeared in class, just like the evaporation of the world.

But the painting in front of me reveals a bizarre sense of reality.

At that moment, although he really didn't want to believe it, he could clearly feel that all the dozen children were sealed in the painting.

Now, I was really scared.

For a child who is only ten years old, such things are scary and unbelievable.

I was frightened and wanted to tell others about such things and my parents.

However, I really know that with his current appearance, if he had said it himself, don't say if anyone would believe it.

Once he has made the truth, he will definitely be punished the heaviest.

The pain of the beating and the hatred gaze of the people around him made him dare not say such a thing.

I dare not stay any more.

So, he actually left the village, or escaped from the village.

After that, after a period of wandering, I gradually realized and accepted my own strength.

After mastering it, it can be said that the actual life has undergone earth-shaking changes.

What he dared not think of in his dreams is now just within his reach.

No one dared to provoke him, bully him, or despise him, because those who did that have completely disappeared.

After that, I really had my own identity and everything about me, but I never returned to my hometown again.

After getting everything, I thought of the place I saw on the mural.

Up and down grocery store.

Although he didn't know what happened to him, he believed that his power was derived from the murals.

The upper and lower grocery store mentioned in the mural may solve the doubts of real people, and perhaps it can also give real people a stronger power.

So, I started to inquire around and look for grocery stores.

In other words, during the search process, I actually met someone.

He saw the extraordinaryness of reality, and seemed to be able to see through the true heart. After several contacts, the two of them had a similar scent and reached an alliance.

And that person also promised to help him find the grocery store.

And that person's name is Yushen.

But I know from the bottom of my heart that there are two reasons why he agreed to join the Yushen Alliance.

The first is that he cannot draw the God of War. God of War can easily kill him, and if he does not agree, he will die.

Let's agree to find opportunities.

Second, it was actually discovered that he was targeted by someone, and for no reason.

Moreover, it is not one person, but a group of people.

Although those people are not afraid of real power and cannot be sealed in the painting, they are unable to capture real power without the power of the gods.

You can only follow behind and follow passively.

It is because after mastering one's own power, one can escape into the space. Most people cannot discover it at all, let alone catch it.

This is also a real escape skill.

However, those who don’t know where they appear are like dog skin plasters and cannot even be shaken off.

Very troubled.
Chapter completed!