Time slipped by minute by minute, and slid by again, and in the blink of an eye, an hour had passed, and she had just traced a half-body silhouette in a picture......

Looking at the extremely difficult pose posed by the great power teacher, Luo Qingyu smiled secretly, and drew more slowly and methodically.

I'm tired of you!

Hmph, let you toss me, I'll toss you too......

She painted a painting all afternoon, and it was not until the moon climbed the treetops that she finished the general outline.

She moved her wrist and stretched, "All right, Master." ”

The great master slowly retracted his posture, walked over slowly, and glanced at the painting she had drawn slowly......

It was a full-body portrait, painting a great teacher standing on a cloud with his clothes fluttering, a folding fan in his hand, graceful and elegant, looking like a beautiful young man-

The great teacher was silent: "This is for the teacher? ”

Luo Qingyu nodded: "Yes, Master, is it like?" ”

Resemble?

Aside from the mask and the wrench on the finger, where else is it?

It's not as good as that little statue!

Although the small statue is rough, it has both form and spirit, and it is lifelike, unlike this one, which is a work of coping at first glance......

Besides, he wasn't in this coquettish posture just now, and he didn't hold a folding fan in his hand-

The great master was still silent, and actually nodded: "Yes, you drew this pose well...... I like it very much for the teacher. ”

As soon as the sleeves of the robe moved, Luo Qingyu's body stiffened, and suddenly felt that she had become a marionette, and her hands and feet had no autonomy......

Soon, she was in the same pose as the person in her drawing.

The great teacher took out a pen and a piece of drawing paper slowly: "I will draw one for you for the teacher." ”

He began to paint, and his movements were beautiful.

Luo Qingyu wanted to scold, this posture was also extremely tiring, she just stood for a moment and her back hurt.

What's worse is that she can't help herself, except for her eyes, she can't move anywhere else......

The Great Master couldn't draw much faster than her, and Luo Qingyu's posture lasted for more than an hour, and the Great Master stopped his pen and untied the shackles on her body......

Luo Qingyu's whole body was already sore, and his hands and feet didn't look like his own.

His body was weak, and he threw himself into the arms of the great master in a daze!

She moved, trying to get up.

Don't be wary of the ribbon on her body, I don't know where the Dao is hanging in the great master, she earned it, but she didn't earn it.

She was in a hurry, pulled violently, snorted, and the skirt belt on her waist was torn, revealing a trace of snow skin on her waist.

The pants of this era are all the kind of wide fat pants, and once the belt is unfastened, the pants will also fall off with it-

Luo Qingyu felt that her trouser belt was loose, she knew that something was wrong, so she hurriedly picked it up, and finally grabbed it in time before the pants fell off......

She was in a hurry, her body moved naturally, her hands waved wildly, and she didn't know what to do, so her hand pressed a hard object between her legs......