You Su wanted to paint, but unfortunately the surrounding environment was not very good.
Leon Luo's sword just now caused a huge wave in the center of the lake, and the small boat was soaked from head to toe. There was no place to lay the paper flat.
But that's not a problem.
Although the You family's ancestors started out by painting souls, they had not invested too much energy in painting souls in recent generations, and they did not expect You Su to achieve anything in the field of painting souls. You Su could paint until now only because he really loved painting.
This young man, who had always lived a life of luxury and didn't even know that the flowers he was pinching were not born to stay in the flower basket, could use his fingers as a pen to draw lines on the thin dust on the rough wooden table with his fingers that he spent a lot of money to maintain every day. Now, he could also pounce on the wet dead fish to express his overflowing desire and gently poke his round nails into the soft skin on the belly of the silvery-white bass.
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