"Okay! It feels so good! Master, I am worthy of being yours. He is more majestic than the guards in the palace. You guys should get ready, I'm going to paint!"

As he spoke, he picked up his pen.

But after a few drawings, he frowned slightly and said, "I always feel something is wrong. They seem to be missing a core and more explosive point. Master, are you right?"

Muyan nodded in agreement.

My apprentice is not very good at martial arts, but his talent for painting is excellent.

When Luo Beiyu saw Muyan's approval, he immediately looked at the other people in Moying with a pair of burning eyes.

When they caught his sight, those in Moying who were still gloating about their misfortune suddenly changed their expressions in horror.

I can't wait to run away.

However, under Muyan's smiling gaze, each of these people's legs trembled, but they did not dare to move.

“Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu...Miss, just spare us! We didn't make any mistakes!"

"That's right! We didn't make a mistake! We don't need to be punished, right?"

Luo Beiyu said with excitement: "You are dedicating yourself to art, how can you call it punishment? Master, are you right?"

Mu Yan raised the corners of her lips, her smile was as bright as a flower, and her whole face was as bright as the sun and as bright as the moon.

"Miss." Suddenly, a deep voice sounded from behind her.

Chang Yu slowly walked up to her, knelt down on one knee, lowered his head slightly, and said, "I am willing to enter the painting."

For a moment, the whole place fell silent.

The people in Moying blinked and picked their ears again, but they still found it incredible.

Could it be that Chang Yu, the best elite in their Moying camp, was stupid?

But Chang Yu ignored anyone's reaction.

He stood up and quickly took off his clothes and pants.

Revealing a lean, slender, tall and smooth body.

Chang Yu's face looks full of scars, rough and ugly, but strangely, his figure is exceptionally good.

The skin on her body is also smooth and firm, with a sexy honey color.

Rao was as calm as Muyan, but she was also a little dumbfounded.

What kind of development is this?!

"Okay, okay! Great! This is the fulcrum I want, the unique core!"

Luo Beiyu jumped up from his seat excitedly.

Shaking his hands, he took a piece of black cloth and tied it around his waist.

Chang Yu was pushed to the center of the eight people, assuming a confused posture as if he was drunk.

But this posture, combined with his thin waist and long legs, is inexplicably charming that makes people's blood boil.

Guan Hu and others, who were originally like scattered sand, seemed to have melted into a whole under the guidance of his momentum.

Looking quietly, every detail explains the true meaning of strength and beauty.

Muyan retracted her surprised look, her admiring gaze swept over the scene, and finally landed on Chang Yu.

It was indeed a scene that was so beautiful that it made your soul tremble.

Since she can become Luo Beiyu's master, her attainments in painting are naturally extremely high.

Therefore, I understand better than anyone else how shocking and touching this seemingly shameful scene is to the artist.

And under such shock, she had a faint feeling in her heart.

Her cultivation, which had been stagnant for a long time, seemed to be loosening.

Muyan watched this scene intently, looking at Chang Yu as the fulcrum.

But he didn't notice that Chang Yu's slightly lowered eyelashes were trembling slightly.
Chapter completed!