“Master Miao, what do you think?”
Zheng Qingfang asked.
Miao Mu didn’t speak, as if he was thinking. In fact, he was upset. Old man Zheng, are you disgusting?
The first two famous paintings were judged casually by Miao Mu. It doesn’t matter. After all, there is no comparison, but now they are all two tripartite paintings.
Miao Mu knew that he was inferior to this Gandalf, but if he had to say it himself, it was a bit slapped.
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