Chapter 608 A Painting that Is Shocking Enough

"I don't need your attention now."

Kerr pushed the old butler away.

He looked down at Clo.

"I am already the head of Tuskena and Baron Clo."

He raised his hand and took out the pendant that had been hanging around his neck.

It was a pendant in the shape of an inverted cross sword, one of his masterpieces.

It has the ability to slay evil.

Compared to Clo, who can only draw, he is obviously better.

Kerr's face was full of a grim smile: "Go to hell, my brother, anyway, you are like this now, there is no point in living."

Tanzhi just came back from outside.

He heard the villain's declaration of the baron who should be the boss of this copy.

He was covered in blood.

The serious injury made him unable to maintain the shape of the bone armor all the time. Now his body was covered with scratches, which was very embarrassing.

Tanzhi limped in and saw that Laziness was also being beaten madly by the statue. He was always at a disadvantage and was about to lose.

If the two of them had no injuries and had not been attacked by the weirdness.

This statue should not have forced them to this point.

They underestimated the statue's increased combat power after absorbing so much blood.

It was about to overturn.

Tanzhi hesitated for a while, he raised his hand and pressed it on his chest. If he pulled out his ribs and used that trick, he might be able to save the situation.

However, he was already seriously injured, and he used that trick again.

He was not sure that he would not be attacked by the weirdness after using it.

During the fight, Xiela used the faceless weirdness to control the statue's hand, and then he had time to look at Tanzhi.

Seeing Tanzhi's hand raised, he guessed Tanzhi's thoughts.

"Don't use that trick, you are crazy, if you run away here, it will be over, don't forget that we are not the only two this time."

It's not a dead end yet, you are going to force yourself to a dead end here?

Laziness was careless and failed to dodge the statue's attack, and a big cut was cut on his shoulder.

The statue was running wild.

The statue had already killed a lot.

Kerr pulled off the necklace and held the pendant in his hand.

The inverted cross sword emitted a bright light, and it continued to stretch from the small pendant, and finally turned into a long sword, which was held in Kerr's hand.

Kerr's eyes were stern, and he stood there like a killing god.

It was completely different from Clo's gentle and cold personality.

The old butler burst into tears, "Master Kerr, stop it."

He really didn't want to see the two brothers killing each other.

But he had no right to stop them.

Kerr didn't listen to what the old butler said.

He held the hilt of the sword and was about to stab Clo.

But when he wanted to raise the sword.

Black unknown substances fell from the ceiling.

After Kerr got some of it, he couldn't help but sneeze.

Then.

He felt that his vision in front of him had changed inexplicably.

He seemed to have returned to the past, when he was in Clo's body but could not control himself.

Most of the time he was asleep and could not feel the outside world.

But now.

He was still in the body, but his consciousness was awake.

Speaking of which, Kerr remembered something.

As long as his consciousness was awake, Clo would take the initiative to give up the control of his body, so that Kerr could control his body and go out for some activities.

Unfortunately, Kerr's mental power was too weak, and he could not move for long.

The longer he controlled his body, the weaker he would become, and the more time he would sleep.

Clo never took the initiative to compete with him for control.

It was just that Clo's mental power was too strong. No matter how he suppressed and restrained it, it would still affect Kerr in the same body.

The difference in their mental power was so big.

Kerr was so weak.

If Clo wanted to completely control his body, he only needed to devour the weak Kerr, and then Kerr would naturally disappear.

Outsiders probably wouldn't know that Clo's brother was dead.

Kerr shook his head. How could he think about these things?

No matter whether Cloe did anything wrong or not.

Cloe enjoyed so much.

Kerr just hated him.

As long as there was a chance to get rid of Cloe, Kerr would not hesitate or be soft-hearted.

The two of them could not coexist.

Kerr controlled his body and happily finished today's painting.

The tutor praised his painting skills with admiration.

Kerr was very proud, of course.

Then, he saw his father.

He didn't spend much time with his father, but his father had a different position in his heart.

So, Cloe killed his father, which was also one of the reasons why Kerr hated Cloe.

The head of the Tusken family came back with a big belly and a satisfied smile.

"We sold a lot of goods today and made a lot of money."

"Especially Cloe's paintings, which are now famous in the aristocratic circle."

He saw Kerr running over with a painting.

There was still expression on his face, but when he saw the painting above, his expression suddenly became serious.

"Kro."

"Father?"

Kerr still wanted to get his father's praise at this time. He held up his painting and said proudly: "This is the work I drew today."

The face of the Tusken family head became more and more gloomy, "Kro, didn't I tell you? Don't paint in this style."

The smile on Kerr's face froze.

Not only did he not get any praise, but he was scolded by Tusken.

"The nobles don't care about how good your paintings are. What's the point of you painting these ordinary landscapes and portraits?"

"Now is the time for you to make a name for yourself. You need to paint paintings that are curious enough and shocking enough to impress the hearts of those nobles."

"Don't make the colors too bright."

"Be more shocking."

"Do you understand?"

The Tusken family head saw Kerr's face turn pale, paused, and slowed down his tone.

"Of course, with your talent and ability, my request will not be difficult for you, right?"

"Go back and paint again. All your paintings were sold out last time. This time, try hard and paint a few more."

"As long as we can impress those nobles, our Tuskena products and cooperation will be smoother."

"After all, it is those nobles who control most of the money in this country."

The head of the Tuskena family said a lot.

Every word was about the interests of the Tuskena family.

He didn't care about Kerr's mood.

Kerr's smile had disappeared.

When he was a child, the image of his father was very hazy and vague in his memory.

In his impression, his father was very satisfied with Clo's talent and would constantly praise him.

Especially for Clo's paintings, his father always liked them.