"Miss Mi, is the first draft finished?" There was a slight knock on the door. /
Mi Xiaomi paused and drew a long line on the paper.
When she fixed her eyes, she was stunned. How did she paint such a picture
In the painting, she hugged Xiaomi Tsai and fled in a hurry...
And behind them, there was a demon chasing them.
The devil has the body of a white tiger and has wolf-like claws. The whole looks like a huge monster!
However, the face of this monster is actually King Li Jue!
The most terrifying thing is that he actually has a pair of blood-red eyes, and the corners of his eyes are still bleeding out...
There are dense blood footprints under his feet.
And one of his sharp claws was grasping Mi Xiaomi’s left shoulder. On her left shoulder, a piece of flesh was torn off, and it looked so terrible under the light...
That long line just penetrates the position of the behemoth’s heart, and connects to the position of Mi Xiaomi’s heart...
How weird it looks!
Fortunately, she only has a black pen, and all the blood is shown by the shadow.
If paint is really applied, this painting, hanging out in the middle of the night, will definitely scare people to death!
Mi Xiaomi crumpled the painting into a ball, "No, it's not good, give me another five minutes..."
The door banged and was kicked and exploded from the outside.
The bodyguards were walking towards her, holding the connected mobile phones in their hands, and Li Juehuang's cold voice came from the mobile phones.
"Time is up!"
Mi Xiaomi hurriedly threw the paper into the dough under the sofa, and deliberately kicked it in...
"No guitar today, I can't write it!"
"..." On the other end, there was silence for a while, and there was a dull breathing sound.
The bodyguard hurriedly said, "I just bought the guitar..."
"Then start writing now, I'll give you an hour!" Emperor Li Jue seemed very angry.
Mi Xiaomi pouted, wondering what kind of crazy he was smoking.
"One hour is not enough..."
"Mi Xiaomi, stop bargaining with me!"
The King Li Jue on the other end seems to be suppressing all the anger, can't write lyrics without a guitar? Does she treat him as a three-year-old child? Obviously just make excuses!
"Hey, there is a painting here..." A bodyguard picked up the paper on the floor from the other end of the sofa and spread it out.
"Don't look!" Mi Xiaomi felt that the sky was suddenly dark, why did he kick his head too far? Covering his eyes, his expression was extremely embarrassing.
"What is painted?!" On the other end, Emperor Li Jue's voice was cold.
"No, nothing, graffiti, it's not a birthday gift for you anyway!"
As Mi Xiaomi said, he jumped up, taking advantage of the lack of bodyguards to snatch the painting from him.
"Who is it for?" On the other end, Emperor Li Jue's voice was obviously filled with a heavier grievance.
"No one will give it away, boring painting!"
"You have time and boredom to paint, but you don't have time to write lyrics to me?!" Li Juehuang became even more angry.
Mi Xiaomi was speechless for a while, swallowed, "I can't hold it out..."
"Can't hold it out?" Is it difficult to praise him? On the other end, Emperor Li Jue's eyes were gloomy.
"Anyway, I will give the lyrics to your bodyguard in an hour!" He cut off the phone and shut down.
Mi Xiaomi's heartbeat is fast, and I don't know why, but there is a feeling of doing something wrong.
She took a few deep breaths. She didn't do anything bad, but she drew a picture, and the person on the picture was not him. Why should you feel sorry for him
Suddenly, Emperor Li Jue was hung up on the other end, his face was instantly paralyzed, and he dialed another bodyguard's cell phone with a cold voice.
"The painting must be obtained in its entirety, and delivered to me before twelve o'clock tonight!"