"Okay! It's so emotional! Master, I really deserve to be your man, stronger than the guards in the palace. Get your poses quickly, I'm going to paint!"
While talking, he picked up the pen.
After a few strokes, he frowned slightly, "I always feel something is wrong, they seem to lack a core point that is more explosive, master, don't you think so?"
Muyan nodded, expressing her agreement.
My apprentice is not very good at learning martial arts, but his talent for painting is excellent.
When Luo Beiyu saw that Muyan agreed, he immediately looked at the other Moying people with a pair of burning eyes.
Catching his gaze, those in Mo Ying who were still gloating suddenly changed their colors in horror.
Can't wait to run away.
However, under Muyan's smiling gaze, each of these people's legs trembled, but they didn't dare to move.
"Wuuuuuuuuuuuu Miss, please spare us! We didn't make a mistake!"
"That's right! We didn't make a mistake! Don't we have to accept punishment?"
Luo Beiyu said excitedly: "You are dedicated to art, how can you call it punishment? Master, are you right?"
Muyan raised the corners of her lips, her smile was like a flower, her whole face was as bright as the scorching sun, and as bright as the moonlight.
"Miss." Suddenly, a deep voice sounded from behind her.
Chang Yu slowly walked in front of her, knelt down on one knee, lowered his head slightly, "This subordinate is willing to be in the painting."
In an instant, the audience was silent.
The people in Mo Ying blinked their eyes, and picked their ears again, but they still found it incredible.
Could it be that Chang Yu, the most outstanding elite in their ink camp, is stupid.
But Chang Yu ignored anyone's reaction.
He stood up and took off his clothes and pants neatly.
Exposing a lean, slender, straight and clean body.
Chang Yu's face was covered with scars, rough and ugly, but strangely, his figure was unusually good.
The skin on her body is also smooth and tight, revealing a sexy honey color.
Rao is as calm as Muyan, but also a little dumbfounded.
What kind of development is this? !
"Okay! Great! This is the fulcrum I want, the unique core!"
Luo Beiyu jumped up excitedly from his seat.
He took a piece of black cloth with shaking hands and tied it around his waist.
Chang Yu was pushed to the center of the eight people, posing in a drunken and blurred posture.
But this kind of posture, combined with his thin waist and long legs, has an inexplicable charm that makes people's blood boil.
And Guan Hu and the others, who were originally scattered like sand, seemed to melt into a whole under the guidance of his momentum.
Looking quietly, every detail is interpreting the true meaning of strength and beauty.
Muyan withdrew her surprised expression just now, her admiring eyes swept over this scene, and finally landed on Chang Yu.
It was indeed a scene so beautiful that it made one's 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 moving this seemingly shameful picture brings to the artist.
And under such a shock, there was a faint feeling in her heart.
The cultivation that had made her lag for a long time seemed to be loosened.
Muyan watched this scene intently, looking at Chang Yu who was the fulcrum.
But he didn't notice that Chang Yu's slightly drooping eyelashes were trembling slightly.
Under the occasionally raised eyelids, the eyes looking at her are full of passion and admiration.