Mu Yu'an was originally a talented muralist. Although he was a little tired from work, he still made a lot of money in his own little world.
In order to win the "Biangan Award" that has been cherished for five years, which is known as the highest honor in the mural industry, Mu Yu'an recommended all the orders, concentrated on preparations, and was in a state of strong flow every day.
Unexpectedly, too much concentration may not be a good thing!
A powerful stream of consciousness passed by, and Mu Yu'an was instantly sucked in. After a clanging sound, he fell down and lost his soul...
After crossing many dimensions, Mu Yuan's soul finally came to rest on a yellow star grassland. The ground was withered and yellow, and the sun was frighteningly cruel. When I opened my eyes, I saw that I had changed from a glamorous little rich woman to a poor and miserable painter, and followed a retired interstellar general back home? !
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"My dear, where are you?" Mu Yu'an cried out in agony. The Yellow Star Grassland, which was on the verge of death, was devastated. Let alone moisture, survival was a problem!
The key point is that this setting is a bit too novel, isn't it? Has he become the magic pen Ma Liang? !
Others rely on mechas, weapons, and high-end technology to open up wasteland in the interstellar space. Mu Yuan holds a paintbrush in hand and paints on the spot.
Drawing streams, dry riverbeds are filled with running water; drawing vegetation, the barren soil is cracked and tens of thousands of hectares of pasture grow.
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Mu Yu'an hugged the old scalper and began to complain, "Niu Niu, I want to go home, can you take me home?"
"Thank you to the painter of Qi Xu!"
"Whoaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh..." Who behalf basis.
Mu Yu'an turned pale with fear and looked around. Only the old scalper was there, "Can I understand you?!"
"Who is the artist of the Seventh Preface?"
Scalper: "It's you, the most respected painter of the Seventh Preface from all over the world!"
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But coming to this yellow star grassland is not entirely a bad thing. The things Mu Yu'an drew at random can come to fruition in the blink of an eye. As she painted, the planet kept changing, becoming the boundless look she had dreamed of, giving her a full sense of accomplishment.
"Huo Xiao ~ General Huo ~ you can't go back on your promise to send me home, it's done, it's done!" Mu Yu'an's beetling deer eyes are really cute.
"But... I..." Huo Xiao clenched her fists subconsciously. She just wanted to go back to the home that belonged to her. No matter how many times I built the home she described, I still couldn't keep her.
"But I need you! My mental power, my soldiers, and... My heart all need you."
"Can you stay with me?"
Concept: Ma Liang, the magic pen, was born. Whatever I draw is what I draw.