Xia An calmed down, and mung bean's big eyes slowly swept around.

"Is this the kingdom of heaven, so many fairies!" Cheyenne muttered to herself.

The appearance level of the view of heaven and earth is recognized, especially after cultivation, it has a dusty temperament, which is completely different from the Internet celebrity face created by the assembly line on the Internet.

The gentle Ruoshui, the cold and arrogant Qinglian, the smart and cunning Xiaoyu, the slightly sensual autumn water, the leaf shiso like the girl next door, and the Fushimi Saori who exudes a bit of motherhood.

The little fat house looked at it with straight eyes, and the whole person was stupid.

"Tsk, it's disgusting!" Qinglian, who had the most grumpy temper, could stand this kind of staring, and without saying a word, he directly picked up a blue spear on his back and put it against Xia An's neck.

This spear is called Cirrus, and it is a purple magic weapon that has the effect of confusing enemies when wielded like a cirrus cloud on the tip of the spear.

Xuan Wei didn't like this magic weapon, but Qinglian liked it, so she gave it to her.

The rest of the people are certainly not as direct as Qinglian, but their expressions are somewhat displeased, and the gaze of the little fat house is too explicit, and everyone will be disgusted.

"Fairy spare your life, if you have something to say!" Cheyenne almost second-hearted, raising her fat hands and begging for mercy.

The little fat house threw a plea glance at Xuanwei next to him, and in his heart he slandered Qinglian and Xuanwei a routine, and when he came up, he put the murder weapon against someone else's neck.

Xuan Wei glanced at Cheyenne deeply, but keenly caught the fleeting ruthlessness in the corner of his eye.

This little fat house is a little small-bellied, don't look at him begging for mercy from Qinglian on the surface, maybe he has already recorded this account in his heart.

"It's a restless problem!" Xuan Wei said secretly in his heart.

There are all kinds of people, and everyone's personality is different, and the disciples of Xuanwei who do not force the view of heaven and earth are all like saints.

It's normal to have some minor flaws in your personality and occasionally have a little friction in your daily life.

However, Xuanwei will never allow the Heaven and Earth View to kill each other!

There are many disciples, and it is bound to be impossible for everyone to love each other, and they are not speculative, and everyone cultivates their own way.

But if you can't even distinguish between basic public and private, so that there is infighting, it is enough to see that there is a problem with his heart, as if this kind of moth Xuanwei will eliminate it if he says anything, no matter how good his qualifications are!

"Qinglian, put the gun away. This is new, you have to take care of it in the future!" Xuan Wei said.

Qinglian obediently put away the cirrus spear, and reread it word by word at the little fat house: "Master rest assured, the disciple will definitely take good care of him!"

Cheyenne's face was full of harmless smiles, and he squinted his little eyes and said to everyone: "My name is Cheyenne, and I will ask you for more guidance in the future." ”

There is a way to stretch out your hand and not hit the smiling person, and when everyone saw Cheyenne's honest appearance, their attitude suddenly eased.

After some greetings, the little fat house suddenly thought of something, and said eagerly: "I didn't bring any gifts this time, why don't you draw a portrait of everyone to show respect?"

"Oh, you still have the ability, wait, I'll get you pen and paper!" said Ming Ye very enthusiastically.

After a while, tomorrow night was holding a pen and paper and trotting back to the room.

"Hehe, I'm ashamed to say it, the contemptible person is barely a cartoonist, and he is also a little famous in the circle!" Cheyenne touched her head and said proudly.

Not to mention, the little fat house fat Dudu's hand grasped the paintbrush, and the expression on his face immediately became extremely focused and serious.

Brush brush brush ~~~

The tip of the pen makes a slight sound on the paper, and in a few strokes, the outline of a person jumps onto the paper.

It can be seen that the painting skills of the little fat house do have two brushes.

"It's done!" Dao Chief, do you think I still look like a drawing?" It only took about ten minutes for Cheyenne to stop the pen in his hand, raise the drawing paper and say.

On the white paper is a sketch portrait of Xuanwei, although it is not colored, it looks a little monotonous, but the Xuanwei outlined by the lines is quite expressive.

"Tsk, the painting is not bad, but it doesn't fully show the temperament of the master!" Qinglian chirped, but there was a bit of burning in her eyes when she looked at the drawing paper.

Xia An didn't argue, and replied to Qinglian's words: "That's, that's, my painting skills are limited, where can I completely restore the dusty temperament of the Taoist on the painting paper!"

Hearing Xia An's compliment, Qinglian's face rarely showed a little kind of joy, and her previous dissatisfaction with the little fat house was immediately reduced by half.

Xuan Wei smiled slightly, didn't say anything, and quietly watched Xia An's performance.

To be reasonable, this little fat house may have been delayed by painting, but with his acting skills and dog licking skills, he can definitely mix well in the film and television industry.

Immediately afterwards, Cheyenne drew a portrait of Tomorrow Night and Su Xin.

Not to mention vivid, at least it can be called realistic.

"Do you want to rest for a while?" Mingye, who received the gift, was quite happy, and asked about the little fat house with great concern.

"No need, when I rush to the manuscript, I often don't fit my eyes for two days and two nights, this extent, it's trivial!" Xia An used a pen to flick the bangs in front of his forehead.

Well, it's a werewolf, and it's a kidney fighter!

The little fat house moved his wrist slightly, picked up the paintbrush and continued to paint.

With the moistening of the hands of the previous paintings, the lines he drew actually faded a little jerky and became more and more natural.

"Yes, that's how it feels!" The little fat house, which hadn't painted for several years, also regained its state, as if it had been possessed by a big touch.

Brush brush brush ~~~

The tip of the pen is like an elegant dance, active on the drawing paper, and the arm of the little fat house is actually an illusion like an afterimage of the human race.

Exquisite illustrations bloom from his pen like a flood that has discharged a floodgate.

Xuanwei, who was standing next to the little fat house, nodded his head from time to time at first, but when he looked at it, the look on his face gradually became strange.

Well, to be exact, it's the content of the little fat house, and it seems to have changed a little.

There are also portraits of women painted in front.,But when you draw it, it's a plot-oriented comic.。

The most speechless thing is that the content of this comic is a little wrong!

Xuan Wei suddenly recalled that when Xiao Feizhai introduced himself before, he seemed to have said that his profession is *** painter!

If Xuan Wei knew enough about this circle, then he would definitely have heard of Cheyenne's name.

Looking at the entire *** painting world, Cheyenne is also a little famous, and even the island country has many loyal fans of him.

If you want to summarize the style of Cheyenne's works in one sentence, well, it is probably that she has an inexplicable preference and attachment to the Minotaur plot!

What "husband の目の前"ah,What "white turbidity",And "寝取" and the like,These are the most popular themes of this little fat house.。