"Good, good! It really has a great feeling! Master, they're really worthy of being your people, they're even more majestic than the guards in the Imperial Palace. Quickly pose yourselves, I'm going to paint! "
As he speaks, he lifts his brush.
But after a few strokes, he slightly frowns, "I feel that something's not right, they seem to be lacking a more explosive core, don't you think so, Master?"
Muyan nods, expressing her approval.
This disciple of hers isn't very good at martial arts, but his talent in painting is excellent.
As soon as Lou Beiyu sees that Muyan approves, a pair of bright eyes immediately turn towards the other Ink Camp members.
Coming into contact with his line of sight, those Ink Camp people who were still taking pleasure in other people's misfortune suddenly turn aghast.
They can't wait to break into a run.
However, under Muyan's beaming gaze, each and every one of these people's legs tremble, and they don't dare to budge.
"Sob sob sob … Miss, please spare us! We didn't do anything wrong! "
"Right, right! We didn't do anything wrong! We don't need to accept punishment, right? "
Lou Beiyu says with an excited face: "You're dedicating yourself to art, how can you say that it's a punishment? Master, don't you think so? "
Muyan curls up the corners of her lips, smiling like a flower. Her whole face is as bright as the sun, and as bright as the moon.
"Miss." Suddenly, a deep voice rings out from behind her.
Chang Yu slowly walks in front of her, kneels down on one knee, and slightly bows his head, "This subordinate is willing to paint."
In an instant, the whole audience goes silent.
The Ink Camp people blink, and then they pick their ears, but they still feel that it's inconceivable.
Could it be that their Ink Camp's most outstanding elite, Chang Yu, is stupid?
But Chang Yu doesn't pay attention to anyone's reaction.
He stands up, and neatly takes off his clothes and pants.
Revealing a lean and slender body, tall and clean.
Chang Yu's face is covered with scars, rough and ugly, but what's strange is that his figure is exceptionally good.
The skin on his body is also smooth and tight, revealing a sexy honey-colored hue.
Even someone as calm as Muyan is also somewhat dumbfounded.
What kind of development is this?!
"Good, good, good! That's great! This is the fulcrum I want, the one and only core! "
Lou Beiyu excitedly jumps up from his seat.
With trembling hands, she took a piece of black cloth and tied it around his waist.
Chang Yu was pushed to the center of the eight people, putting on a drunken and confused posture.
But this posture, coupled with his slender waist and long legs, had an inexplicable charm that made one's blood boil.
Guan Hu and the others, who were originally scattered like sand, under the guidance of his imposing manner, seemed to have fused into a whole.
Looking at it quietly, every detail was illustrating the true meaning of strength and beauty.
Mu Yan withdraws her astonished expression from a moment ago. Her admiring gaze sweeps over the scene, and finally falls on Chang Yu.
It was indeed a scene so beautiful that it made one's soul tremble.
Since she can become Lou Beiyu's Master, her attainments in painting are naturally very high.
Therefore, he knew better than anyone how shocked and touched the painter was by this seemingly shameful scene.
Moreover, under such shock, she faintly comprehended something in her heart.
Her cultivation that had been stagnant for a long time seemed to loosen.
Mu Yan looks at this scene attentively, looking at Chang Yu who is the fulcrum.
However, he didn't notice that Chang Yu's slightly drooping eyelashes were trembling slightly.
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