I have made a fortune by farming

Chapter 883 The Real Picture

Song Xun pointed to his own painting: "Look at it, is there anything you want to add?"

The spider spirit looked at himself in the painting and frowned: "This is not good, I look very ordinary."

"Then how should I change it?" Song Xun was taken aback, he was an ordinary person, so how could he draw something extraordinary?
"Can you draw some more hands for me?" the spider spirit asked.

"I want it too!" The other spider spirits rushed forward.

"I want a pair of wings, like a butterfly."

"Then can you paint a hard shell for me? Also, I want to sit on a tree instead of squatting on the ground. This picture is not pretty."

"I still want to shine. It would be great if the painting is the night. I must be the most beautiful."

"..."

A group of people chattered non-stop, and finally looked at the painting more and more unpleasant, and then they all stared at Song Xun: "How can you paint us so ugly? I want to talk to the owner."

"Yes, what can this pair of hands do? Don't you think I work fast? If I am like this, I should draw more!"

"..." Song Xun's eyelids twitched.

What's happening here?
How many hands do you have to draw?Want wings and shells? !

"Everyone..." Song Xun said with difficulty, "Stop arguing, what I drew is a real picture, what I have seen, the wings and hands you said are not good, if it is really drawn, this painting will be nothing. Something is wrong."

Huo Zhaoyuan stayed on the side with a smile all the time.

He suddenly felt that it was really boring to watch these monsters by himself.

"Anyway, there are no outsiders here. Since my uncle has said so, why don't you let him see the most real picture?" Huo Zhaoyuan said with a slight hook of his mouth.

The big guy froze for a moment, hesitating a little.

This is not good?
Song Xun was dumbfounded.

His condition today may be really bad. He always couldn't understand what Huo Zhaoyuan said, he was confused and felt very uncomfortable.

Song Ying and these little monsters have only been transformed for a few days, and Weasel, Hu Yingying and even Ying Dashan are too busy on weekdays. They have to manage the shop, follow Song Ying and even send letters, so they don't have time to teach them.

Now that Huo Zhaoyuan said this, everyone simply felt that it made sense.

These two are relatives of the owner's side, one is the elder brother and the other is the husband, it should be no problem for them to know.

Moreover, he is the one who wants to draw a real picture!

There was no one else around.

Then a group of little monsters happily started to walk around on their own, walked to a suitable and satisfactory place, and then "swish" all of them turned into the appearance of the main body, some were hung on trees, and some were stuck on flowers , and some of them weaved a large net in an instant, and stood handsomely on the net, looking very special.

"..." Song Xun stayed where he was.

Immediately afterwards, with a "boom", she fainted to the ground, and the paintbrush poked her face.

A guilty conscience flashed across Huo Zhaoyuan's face, he hurriedly stepped forward to have a look, touched it, and he was still alive, as long as he wasn't scared to death.

"Why did he fall asleep?! Then who will help us draw?!"

Huo Zhaoyuan glanced at Song Xun sympathetically: "He's fainted, I need to find a doctor for him."

"Doctor? No need, I'll spit on him and he'll definitely wake up." A caterpillar crawled over. After speaking, a mouthful of green liquid spit on Song Xun's face and flowed slightly into his mouth.

The next moment, Song Xun's eyes really opened.

"My lord, I seem to have seen it just now..."

(End of this chapter)