The Tip of the Gangster’s Heart

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She was wearing a beautiful and gorgeous palace dress, with a bright red cloak outside.

The white and clean little hands stretched slightly,

The clear and vivid appearance seems to be able to walk out of the painting in the next second.

His palm-sized face was blank,

Only the tassels on the headdress are swaying, gentle and beautiful.

at the desk,

The man wearing only thin pajamas is still holding a pen, carefully drawing the portrait of the woman,

His hair is disheveled, with strands of white silk intermingled in the messy long hair, and his slender hands are as thin as sticks.

Under the light of the candle, it looks like a walking skeleton.

Although he could no longer hold the pen steadily, he was still drawing frantically,

Handle every thin edge well,

Beside the desk, there are already several pairs of slightly dry ink paintings,

Obviously, he still draws for a long time.

The dormitory is very quiet, only the rustling of brushes on paper,

The man lowered his head, in the shadows, with an unclear expression.

The thin figure was like a ghost, cold and frightening.

After painting the portrait,

He shook his hand and put down the pen.

Next, he stared at the portrait on the table without moving.

Stiff as a dead man.

After waiting for the ink to dry quietly,

He laughed hoarsely,

Slowly leaning over, holding the drawing paper, kissing the woman on the drawing tenderly and reverently, like a pervert.

"you are late."

"It's okay... Tomorrow, I will wait for you..."

"Remember to come...you must come..."

The man let out a muffled laugh, a creepy and gentle laugh, which seemed particularly terrifying in the middle of the night,

on the portrait,

The woman is still quiet and gentle, her white hands and skin are like fat, extremely gentle.

【叮咚——】

[System refresh...]

[Fragment recognition: +0%]

【Total approval: 100%】

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...

"..." Fusheng looked at the mirror, lowered her eyes slightly, her face was calm,

Just pinch the hand of the mirror, tight and tight.

【……lady? 】

The group floated over,

【What shall we do now? 】

"……I have no idea."

"You should know, I already, can't go back..."

【Then, do you just leave the fragments there? 】

The group was a little helpless.

[Is there really no other way? 】

Fu Sheng was silent and shook his head.

【……lady……】

The dumpling wanted to say something, but it suddenly fell silent.

Because it found that Madam's current mood is very bad,

Visibly bad.

Fusheng took a deep breath, forced a smile, and handed the mirror back,

"That's it, let's go to the next plane"

"As for him... the approval level is already full."

Fu Sheng smiled slightly, extremely rational.

【…】

Looking at her like this, Tuanzi didn't dare to continue.

【Oh well……】

[Then let's go straight to the next one? 】

"Um."

Fu Sheng closed her eyes calmly, waiting for the transmission.

【Okay...】

Tuanzi silently closed his mouth and began to activate the system.

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【叮咚——】

[Main task: completed]

【Matching new faces...】

[The match is successful. 】

【Searching for host...】

[The body is locked! 】

【Soul transmission...】

【Name: Fusheng】

[Task: Bring back the fragments. 】

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...

【叮咚——】

[Soul transmission failed! 】

【Trying again...】

[Soul transmission failed! 】

[Alert——Alert—]

[The system is under attack! 】

[Alert——Alert—]

[The system is under attack! 】

[System @!#$%^\u0026*(!@#$%^^\u0026*\u0026——]

With a strong and crazy suction,