After becoming rich overnight, I handed over the system.

Chapter 127 Find an Illustrator

Lin Liuyi also saw the discussion about her friends on the red carpet during the live stream, and she said that she had kept her contribution to the event a secret.

While Lin Liuyi was secretly pleased, her ghost readers were incredibly envious.

"What does the lobster taste like? Sweet and fresh?" He picked up the bone in his hand, took a bite, and crunched it. "This isn't the taste!"

With a "thud," he threw the bone in his hand into the pile of bones behind him, and then picked up another piece of suoluo.

"Stonefish? Will it taste like a stone?" He looked around for a long time but couldn't find any stones on the ground.

This underworld is so lonely. I don't know how long it's been, there's only him here, a ghost and a pile of bones.

He floated and floated, feeling like he was about to drift away, when suddenly he discovered a glowing book.

Curious, he approached the glowing book, opened it, and found it to be a novel.

Don't ask him how he knew it was a novel; he just subconsciously knew it was a novel.

The ghost reader's eyes lit up, and he was thrilled, thinking that finally there was something to amuse himself in this wretched place.

He started reading the novel and discovered that it described scenes of beachcombing and various ways of eating seafood, which made his mouth water.

But there was only a pile of bones here, so he began to drift again, constantly searching for the sea in the underworld.

They finally found it, but there wasn't a single seafood in the sea of ​​the underworld, only bones.

He picked up the bone and licked it, but it was sour and bitter, not even as good as the pile of bones he used to sleep on.

He had no choice but to float back, guarding his pile of bones. Whenever he saw a piece of seafood, he would casually pick up a bone and slurp it up, as if he were eating the delicious seafood himself.

When he saw the tip button, he casually tipped it with the delicious bone he had just savored.

There's nothing we can do; he just has a lot of bones here!

Fortunately, Lin Liuyi didn't know that the bone she touched was actually the one that Ghost Reader had mentioned. If Ghost Reader knew, she probably would have wanted to soak her hands in disinfectant.

With Lin Liuyi not updating, the ghost readers could only sit bored against the pile of bones, reminiscing about the delicious seafood described in the novel.

Unbeknownst to the system and Lin Liuyi, their books drifted into a magnificent, golden palace.

A huge eye opened and looked around, then closed again, and the creature turned over.

After a moment of silence, the creature rolled back over, opened its eyes, and pointed with its eagle-like claws.

The book's pages were turned. Beachcombing? Seafood?

After reading a few lines, the mysterious creature made a gurgling sound in its throat, as if it were swallowing saliva.

It stuck out its long tongue and licked its lips, then waved its claws. A flash of light appeared, and the seafood from the book appeared in front of it.

It grabbed a big crab and stuffed it into its mouth, shaking its head unhappily as it chewed.

Hearing the commotion, the Turtle Prime Minister rushed in, "Oh dear, Your Majesty, why are you eating these little things! Tell me what you want to eat!"

The Turtle Prime Minister looked anxious; how could these little crabs possibly end up in his king's mouth?

"No, it's not tasty!" With a swipe of its claw, the seafood appeared thousands of miles away in the sea, then hurriedly fled, fearing that it would become the dragon's food again.

"Oh, Your Majesty, next time just tell me, and I'll have my men pick the biggest and best for you!" The Turtle Prime Minister was still babbling on.

The dragon, not wanting to listen, flicked its tail and turned to ask the turtle prime minister, "Little turtle, how does this dragon look today!"

"Oh, Your Majesty, you look absolutely stunning today! Look at your shimmering golden scales, they're dazzling! And your flowing whiskers are even more beautiful than swaying seaweed. Your rounded horns are more vibrant than the corals of the seabed, and your eyes, round and sparkling, are brighter than pearls. Your sharp claws further accentuate your heroic spirit. And your tail—no other creature in the sea can compare!"

After the old tortoise's flattery, the dragon was extremely satisfied.

It changed its posture again and nodded to the Turtle Prime Minister: "Little Turtle, you're very good! This dragon admires you!"

"Thank you for your appreciation, Your Majesty! But would you like to go out on patrol today?" Prime Minister Turtle seized the opportunity to make a request.

"I'm not going!" Jinlong rolled over and continued lying on the bed.

"Oh, Your Majesty, only I can appreciate your beauty. If you were to go out on patrol, all the creatures of the ocean could admire it!"

Jinlong thought it made sense; he couldn't let his stunning beauty go to waste.

"Then so be it!" Jinlong tidied his appearance in front of the water mirror and went on patrol with the Turtle Prime Minister.

A dragon and a turtle swam around in this sea area. When they encountered intelligent creatures, they all stopped to praise the golden dragon. The golden dragon nodded in satisfaction.

As expected, no fish can match my beauty!

"By the way, how's the artist I asked you to find coming along?" Jinlong suddenly asked Turtle Prime Minister.

"I'm still looking for it!"

Can the Turtle Prime Minister say he didn't find it at all? No one is willing to paint a portrait of the King. What human wouldn't be afraid of the King's appearance? Sometimes he's even afraid the King will open his big mouth and swallow him whole.

If all else fails, he'll have to learn to draw himself!

Prime Minister Turtle made a difficult decision!

"Hurry up and find him! It would be a shame not to preserve my appearance!"

Prime Minister Turtle nodded hurriedly in agreement.

Over the next few days, he searched everywhere for an artist, but to no avail.

Left with no other choice, Prime Minister Turtle secretly practiced his painting skills.

One day, Jinlong asked about this matter again, and the Turtle Prime Minister said with a stiff upper lip, "Your Majesty, I have recently made some progress and can give it a try."

The golden dragon was overjoyed and immediately struck a majestic pose.

Prime Minister Turtle began to paint with trembling hands, his heart pounding.

After finally finishing the drawing, I nervously presented it to Jinlong.

When Jinlong looked at the painting, he saw that his image was crooked and distorted, showing no trace of his majestic and beautiful appearance.

Jinlong was furious: "What kind of rubbish painting is this? It's blasphemy against me!"

The Turtle Prime Minister was so frightened that he shrank his neck and begged for mercy.

Jinlong wanted to continue his rage, but then he suddenly remembered the book he had been reading. Since it could describe seafood as so delicious, it wouldn't be difficult to find an artist to illustrate it.

He casually plucked a blade of grass in front of the Dragon Palace gate, gave it to the other party as a tip, and left a comment asking the other party to quickly find him an artist.

As for Prime Minister Turtle, Jinlong still needs someone to acknowledge his good looks, so Prime Minister Turtle is still somewhat useful, and Jinlong will spare him for the time being.

Lin Liuyi was a little confused when she saw the comments. Find an artist?

How is she supposed to find it? And how is she supposed to deliver it once she finds it? This is really putting her in a difficult position!