Meng Changsheng sat on top of a coffin and glanced at Wang Defa, meaning what should I do now?

Wang Defa has lived for so long, and he has never encountered this situation, but in the face of Meng Changsheng's eyes, he can only stubbornly say: "Xiao Mo, what do you like, ...... forehead"

Wang Defa didn't continue, because he felt that this sentence was really strange coming out of his mouth.

Mo Xuan already understood what he meant, and replied directly: "Petite, shorter, no more than 14 years old." ”

[I'll go, pervert!] ］

Meng Changsheng couldn't help but complain in his heart, a person like Mo Xuan definitely started in three years in his previous life.

"Do you have any hobbies?" Seeing that the previous question was getting more and more crooked, Meng Changsheng hurriedly changed the topic.

If this continues, maybe it will be ......

Mo thought for a moment and replied, "Me?" I like to draw, and I've learned this before. ”

"Okay, this is good, Uncle Wang, take out the paper and pen you have here, and let Brother Mo Xuan show his painting skills."

Wang Defa took the pen and paper and put them in front of Mo Xu.

I saw Mo Xuan take the pen and wipe left and right on the paper, and after a while, a very, very simple ink landscape painting appeared in front of the two of them.

"Okay, this landscape painting is really good, you say yes, Uncle Wang."

"Yes, it's good-looking, it's so good-looking!" Wang Defa looked at the lines on the paper and said with a clear conscience.

Only Meng Changsheng could see that this was a landscape painting, and he thought that Mo Xuan was painting a caterpillar on paper.

Hearing the praise of the two, Mo Xuan scratched his head a little embarrassedly, and said: "It's okay, I've only learned a few years of learning, by the way, Boss Meng, do you want to give it a try?" I feel like you should be better than mine. ”

"Yes, Boss Meng, you give it a try, I also want to see your masterpieces." Wang Defa next to him also echoed.

On weekdays, Meng Changsheng's every move contains a sense of mystery, if this is a picture scroll he creates, how profound it must be?

"In that case, then I'll be ugly." Seeing the two of them persuaded like this, Meng Changsheng had no choice but to agree.

He picked up the pen and landed lightly on the paper.

It was this action that shocked Mo Xuan and Wang Defa's hearts.

In Mo Xu's eyes, the moment Meng Changsheng put down his pen, his momentum suddenly rose, and the supreme avenues containing immortal qi floated out from the tip of his pen.

It's as if Meng Changsheng is not painting, but building a complete world.

Wang Defa on the side, although he also felt a lot, but he felt more horror.

This stroke seemed to have opened the door to hell, and countless heart-rending screams came out of it, and Wang Defa's hairs exploded when he listened.

"Whew~"

Meng Changsheng exhaled lightly, looked at the four four-legged stickmen he had drawn, and nodded with satisfaction.

The painting he painted is called "Four Horses", and it is a picture of four horses happily playing in the mountains and forests.

Meng Changsheng remembered that in his previous life, there was a painter named Xu Beihong, who was also famous for painting horses, and he thought that his painting was definitely a fight with this person.

"What do you think?"

Meng Changsheng saw the sluggish expressions of the two, and felt a little proud in his heart, it seemed that his amazing painting skills had convinced them.