Arrogant Snake King: Snake Concubine, give me a hug

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Ling Xiaotu watched attentively, carefully recording these authentic works with her eyes.

Think of a serious saying, creation must come from life.

It's not random speculation, nor is it grandstanding, it just comes from life, takes it from life, restores it to life, and gives the viewer the most real feeling and the most intuitive touch.

The works of these masters are all derived from life, but they have a strong impact on people. [

Xuanyuan Xuantian at the side saw Ling Xiaotu squatting on a few paintings, not moving, walked over and asked condescendingly,

"Tear it off if you want."

what?

Ling Xiaotu hesitated and took her eyes away from the painting, Xuanyuan Xuantian thought this was a store?

Do you just take what you like?

Is this a Chinese painting or a national treasure? !Ling Xiaotu stared at this shameless man with extreme bs.

"Help them solve their troubles, of course there should be a thank you as a reward." Xuanyuan Xuantian's face was expressionless, the hard bulletproof glass cover was as fragile as an eggshell in front of him, and it instantly shattered into thousands with the touch of his fingers Thousands of pieces.

He reached out and pulled out the painting inside, and threw it into Ling Xiaotu's arms without hesitation, just like treating a rag,

"Go home and take a look, come here now."

Ling Xiaotu was silent. Although if you like something, you will have the urge to keep it for yourself, but would it be too arrogant to keep the national treasure as a personal item?

Ling Xiaotu just thought about it, in front of such a rare opportunity, she quickly forgot morality and so on.

She rolled up the painting with utmost care, tugged at Xuanyuan Xuantian's sleeve, leaned into the latter's ear and whispered:

"Why is Zhongli Yirui here? There are not a single monster here."

Xuanyuan Xuantian shook his head, and both of them looked at Zhongli Yirui.

Zhongli Yirui happened to glance back at them,

"I think it's the picture."

Zhongli Yirui stood straight in front of a painting of ink figures.

The water-blue ghost eyes stared at the painting motionlessly, and Zhongli Yirui stretched out his hand.

However, when Zhongli Yirui's fingers lightly touched the painting, he suddenly withdrew his hand. [

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