Nanny Zhang saw it quickly. She had always been with Madam Shi, so she naturally knew that although Shi Wuqing was not good at other things, he was good at painting. Now that she saw the exquisiteness of the scroll, she knew that its owner was Shi Wuqing.
"Little beast, let go of the young lady's painting!" she shouted harshly, "If you damage it, I'll drag you out and feed you to the dogs!"
Shi Hengan seemed not to hear.
"What are you still standing there for? Hurry up and take the young lady's painting back!"
"yes!"
The servants then beat Shi Heng'an even more fiercely, trying to make him put down the painting, but the young man, who was obviously used to being treated like this, didn't even blink.
The enormous force made him lose his balance and he fell to the ground in a mess, but the painting was well protected and not stained.
“Give it to me!”
Some people beat him, some people just tried to rob him, but the young monster's tail was so flexible that no one could succeed for a while.
And in such an environment, Shi Hengan moved his tail, allowing the picture to unfold.
He ignored the sound of broken bones and the intense pain, and stared at the painting.
The sun rises slowly in the distance, and the painting unfolds under the early morning sun, surrounded by golden light, looking sacred and precious.
The moment the scroll was opened, the lifelike figures inside made it possible to see at a glance the seriousness and caution of the painter.
Whether it is the long, smooth black hair, the cold and stunning face, or the luxurious robe, all of them show that the painter cares about this person.
But Shi Heng'an's eyes suddenly flashed with strong murderous intent and disgust!
He swung his tail, and the painting hit Shi Wuqing at an extremely fast speed!
The latter was watching all this with wide eyes, his cheeks flushed due to lack of oxygen. He was suddenly hit by the scroll, startled and almost fell down.
Shi Hengan looked at her sinisterly: "What you drew is not me."
The scroll fell to the ground and was blown open by the wind. The servants around subconsciously looked over and saw a young man with noble manners.
The boy had the same face as the monster, but he didn't have a third eye, his pupils were normal, and he didn't have a tail.
He lowered his eyes slightly and looked outside the scroll. He was cool and elegant, with a heroic look. Anyone who saw him would think that he was a well-educated young man from a wealthy family.
He and the terrifying-looking, gloomy monster in front of him were completely two different people.
[Fuck, this is too insidious!! Using this to stimulate the male protagonist! ]
[I'm so pissed! Shi Heng'an already suffered so much for years because of his demon appearance, and she even deliberately painted another side of fate... (crushing walnuts with her bare hands)]
[This is like stabbing the hero in the heart]
[Have you recently switched to Heartbreak?? I admit I underestimated the fog. Compared to my current methods, the old ones were just a low-level game (laughing).]
【Ahhhhhhh mmp!! I think Shi Wuqing is the beast! 】
[It's okay, it's okay (deep breath) The hero will soon control the power of the demon clan, and when that happens, Shi Wuqing will be killed without a complete body! ! (shivering with anger)]
The popularity value rose quietly as the likeability value decreased.
But Shi Wuqing didn't pay attention to these at the moment.
The young monster's eyes were so cold, even colder than the look he gave her yesterday when he was hanging on the tree and heard her insults.
A hint of chill rose around her. Shi Wuqing lowered her eyes, avoiding the other person's gaze. She squatted down and picked up the painting.
"Brother, the one I drew was you." Innocent yet cruel words.
Shi Hengan felt his heart beating again.
But this feeling was different from yesterday. The beating at this moment made him feel like digging out his non-existent heart.
The ten fingers faintly turned into sharp claws, and it was as if the tangible dark aura was wandering in the eyes.
"Miss, please don't waste your time talking to this monster. He's not human, what can he understand?"
"Young lady is really kindhearted. She still misses the young master."
“…”
Young master.
They called that man Young Master.
The young master is the person in the scroll, not Shi Hengan.
“Brother” is also the person in the scroll, not... him.
Shi Heng'an lowered his head, and the scroll in Shi Wuqing's hand suddenly caught fire. She quickly let go, and the scroll was burned to ashes in less than two seconds.
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