Chapter 295: Dedicated to art
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"Good! It's too much feeling! Master, it's really yours, more majestic than the guards in the palace. You are in a good position, I have to paint!"
While talking, lift the pen.
However, after painting a few times, he frowned slightly. "I always feel that something is wrong. They seem to have a more explosive point at the core. Master, are you right?"
Mu Yan nodded and agreed.
The apprenticeship of his own is not very good, but the talent for painting is excellent.
Luo Beiyu agreed with Mu Yan, immediately a pair of burning eyes, looking at the other people in the ink camp.
In contact with his sight, the ink camps were still schadenfreaked, and suddenly they changed color.
I can't wait to run.
However, under the gaze of Mu Yanxiao, these people trembled one by one, but did not dare to move.
"Oh... Miss, you will spare us! We made no mistakes!"
"Right! We didn't make a mistake! Don't you have to accept punishment?"
Luo Beiyu was excited and said: "You are dedicated to art. How can you say that it is a punishment? Master, are you right?"
Mu Yan squinted her lips and smiled like a flower. The whole face was like a sun, and she was as clean as a moon.
"Miss." Suddenly, a low voice rang from behind her.
Chang Yu slowly walked up to her, kneeling down on one knee, bowing slightly, "I am willing to enter the painting."
In an instant, the audience was silent.
The people in the ink camp blinked and licked their ears, but they still felt incredible.
Are they the best elite in the ink camp, Changyu is stupid.
Changyu did not pay attention to anyone's reaction.
He stood up and took off his clothes and pants.
Exposed to the slim and slender body.
Changyu's face looks full of knives, rough and ugly, but strangely, the figure is exceptionally good.
The skin on the body is also smooth and firm, full of **** honey.
Rao is calm and admirable, but also a bit dumbfounded.
What is the development status of this? !
"Good! Great! This is the fulcrum I want, the unique core!"
Luo Beiyu is excited to jump from the position.
Shaking his hand and taking a black cloth, tied it around his waist.
Changyu was pushed to the center of the eight people, posing a fascinating gesture like drunkenness.
This kind of posture, with his thin waist and long legs, is inexplicably fascinating.
Guan Hu and others, who were originally scattered like sand, were also led by his imposing manner.
Looking quietly, every detail is the essence of power and beauty.
Mu Yan took back the look that had just been surprised, and the stunned eyes swept through this scene and eventually fell on Changyu.
It is indeed a scene of beauty that makes people feel trembled.
Since she can become the master of Luo Beiyu, the accomplishments in painting are naturally extremely high.
Therefore, it is better than anyone else to understand how this seemingly shameful picture brings shock and emotion to the painter.
And in such a shock, her heart has a hint of faintness.
The repair that made her stagnate for a long time seemed to be loose.
Mu Yan looked at this scene with concentration and looked at Chang Yu as a fulcrum.
However, he did not find that Chang Yu’s eyelids were slightly trembling.
Occasionally, under the eyes of the eyes, looking at her eyes, what kind of enthusiasm and love.
