Super God: My sister-in-law discovered me secretly drawing Kaisa's feet.

Su Mobai's heart was in turmoil from that glance, but he remained outwardly calm.

He was still holding his drawing board, standing steadily with a calm expression on his face.

He's been practicing showing off since he was a kid!

Men can die.

You can't show weakness in front of women.

The Liang Bing type doesn't count; she genuinely gave out benefits, and she did it with a smile, and afterwards she didn't complain that you were spineless.

The one in front of you is different. If the relationship isn't close enough, and she notices you glancing at her even once, she might not say anything, but she'll already hold a grudge against you.

Keisha stood in the center of the arena, raised her hand to take the longsword handed to her by the maid, but did not immediately assume a stance.

She glanced at Su Mobai first.

This glance was very brief.

But she could see it very clearly.

This outfit she wore today wasn't just anything. She spent ages choosing it early this morning, even deciding on the combination of the arm guards and the skirt armor herself. Her maid confidently assured her that if a man wore this outfit, he'd lose half his soul at first glance. But now, Su Mobai was standing there, his gaze did fall on her, and he didn't look away, but after looking her over, he still acted as if it was nothing serious.

Keisha's eyebrows twitched slightly.

It was a bit unexpected.

I also felt like laughing.

This person's ears were red last night in the ice room.

Seeing her dressed like this today, it seems like she was just a model waiting to be photographed.

It's an act that's too good to be true.

Or is this just his true nature?

Keisha didn't ask.

She simply held the sword horizontally in front of her, shifted her foot slightly, and her entire aura instantly changed.

Su Mobai naturally noticed all the changes and details in her appearance.

His profession dictates that he is extremely sensitive to these details.

Her mere presence, standing still, was enough to grab someone's attention.

Now that the sword is in hand, its oppressive force truly begins to rise.

With a flick of her sword, Chen Feng seemed to be pulled towards her, circling around her once.

Her wrist flick was small but extremely precise; the sword light slashed past her side, and her shoulders, back, waist, abdomen, and legs all worked together to generate power.

The light armor didn't hinder her; on the contrary, it made every turn and burst of energy even clearer.

With a twist of the waist, the abdominal muscles are faintly visible.

Let's not even talk about the legs; my mouth is already watering.

To be honest, seeing how serious Keisha was, Su Mobai's competitive spirit gradually rose, and he suppressed his inner desires.

it is good.

Great.

It would be a shame to simply paint Keisha in this state.

She should be painted like this, sword in hand, standing in the wind.

Do not!

And then there's her future demeanor—one of absolute power, strategic brilliance, and superiority!

He raised the easel in his hand slightly, his gaze completely fixed.

I, Su Mobai, accept your challenge.

The next second, I entered a state of flow.

Keisha in my eyes gradually slowed down.

How the surrounding light reacts with Keisha.

How the shoulder line rises, how the waist twists out, where the center of gravity is when the leg lands—others see the person, but he sees the light and shadow, the light and dark, the lines, the structure, and the momentum.

Su Mobai's paintbrush had already started moving, and the energy required by the system quietly flowed into it as he put pen to paper.

At first, it was just wisps of water, like warm water flowing down my wrist to my fingertips.

Later, that warmth became clearer and clearer, seeping into the painting little by little with each pause and each application of color.

Su Mobai didn't have time to think about it carefully. He just felt that today's painting was smoother than any of his previous ones, almost ridiculously smooth.

The things he wants in his mind don't need to be grasped; they just fall onto the paper on their own.

After Su Mobai stopped writing, he finally came to his senses and looked down at the drawing board.

Then he froze.

The paper is still the same paper, but the colors seem to have come alive.

In the originally still image, a layer of extremely soft light and shadow slowly flows.

A faint glimmer shone at the edge of her golden hair, the outer edge of her wings undulated subtly, and even the cold white reflection on her light armor shifted gently, as if the wind were blowing across paper.

The most dangerous thing is God.

No matter how well he drew before, it was ultimately just "likeness".

This time, however, it's more than just a resemblance.

In the painting, Keisha raises her chin, her golden hair is flying, her white wings are half-spread, and her long sword hangs diagonally at her side. She doesn't seem to be standing on a grassland, but rather in front of thousands of people, and even the light behind her has to make way for her.

He is the king.

Beneath her armored boots stood a male angel wearing a crown.

The man was forced to kneel, his face turned to the side, his hair disheveled, and his expression filled with an uncontrollable arrogance and resentment. However, his head was pinned down by her foot, and his mouth was forced open by the heel of her boot.

Cold, beautiful, ruthless, and expensive.

Even Su Mobai himself couldn't help but swallow hard when he saw it.

But now there's a problem: the guy Keisha stepped on was unconsciously drawn as Hua Ye!

Hua Ye got his pleasure, how despicable!

but....

The system has some energy, but not much.

"Su Mobai!!!"

Keisha's voice came from ahead.

He suddenly came to his senses, and when he looked up, Keisha had already sheathed her sword and was looking at him from a few steps away, panting heavily.

Moreover, he was covered in fragrant sweat, and when he looked at the sky, it was already afternoon.

"Finished drawing?"

"It's over." Su Mobai replied subconsciously, his throat still a little dry. "It's already..."

Before he could finish speaking, a series of footsteps suddenly sounded behind him.

It's very light and very fast.

Liang Bing arrived unnoticed, bypassing him from behind and moving even faster than Keisha. She had only wanted to see what this guy, who had been asked to draw all morning by her sister, could produce. But as soon as her gaze passed over his shoulder and landed on the easel, she froze.

The next moment, her expression changed.

"you!!!!"

The sound was so sudden and forceful that it startled Su Mobai.

Liang Bing stared at the painting without blinking. First she looked at Keisha, then at the boot stepping on the male angel's head, and then her gaze swept upwards until she saw the imposing aura that seemed to burst out of the paper. The fire in her chest flared up instantly.

"Why didn't you use this effect when you drew it for me yesterday?"

She immediately exploded.

She was the one who brought the person back first.

She was the one who started the painting.

When it came to Keisha, not only was the drawing different, but the paper itself seemed to be more expensive than yesterday's.

Yesterday's painting was good, but it was still static.

The woman in front of her seemed as if she would step out of the painting at any moment, and even the light knew how to fall on her sister.

And it's animated!!!

Dominant, sharp, and condescending.

It makes people remember it at a glance.

Liang Bing got angrier the more she looked at it.

On what grounds?

Why wasn't this kind of thing present when she was being drawn?

Keisha had already walked up to Su Mobai's side.

She had only heard Liang Bing's question and wanted to see what this person had done to offend her younger sister this time. But when her gaze fell on the drawing board, she stopped in her tracks.

She saw herself first.

When he saw the thing he was standing on, his temples throbbed!

He suddenly looked at Su Mobai, his eyes filled with amazement, admiration, and countless other complex emotions.