The blazing flames shone brightly throughout the night, showing great power.

The painting hovered two or three meters in front of him.

Just as Meng Ke was about to burn it to ashes with a fire, his arm was pulled by someone for some reason.

"Yuanyuan, it turned out to be you!"

The two were in a stalemate for a while, and the air instantly fell into hysterical silence.

After a long time, Meng Ke slowly spoke.

"Don't you like this painting, why don't you let me destroy it with my own hands?"

"Yes, I hate it, but after all, it is also the tip of the iceberg in the world's famous paintings."

"Although the background is a little dark, it can be passed down to this day, and it has its own reason for existence."

Yuanyuan talked for a long time, but Meng Ke still didn't understand what she meant.

Deal with the painting, but it can't be sold, but it will be returned. The back-and-forth delivery fee in the middle is still out of his own pocket.

Meng Ke originally wanted to AA with Yuanyuan, after all, their current relationship is just friends, but in the end, other people's Huabei has not been opened at all, and he has been fooling himself in vain.

But if you don't destroy the painting and keep it in the living room, it will also give people a sense of fear.

Paste some celebrity photos and the like, it's much better than this.

To be honest, if it is possible, Meng Ke still wants to hang a photo of Wang Yan, and he has a goddess as his companion every day, which may be the happiest thing.

It's just that he thinks that the posthumous photo is hung on the wall.

It is still washed out in a special photo shop and put into a picture frame to be commemorative.

Or as a barrier to your phone, you can enjoy your favorite smile every time you turn it on.

Nothing happened, so Meng Ke went back to the bedroom.

Lying on the floor, he fell asleep as soon as he touched the pillow.

At this moment, a group message came to his mobile phone, the star of the English scholar has been born, and we must make all the preparations, which was directly transmitted by the magic star spell through his thoughts.

In this group, there are three people in total, and Cheng Biting Tie is a well-deserved group leader.

Cheng Biting Tie is now playing the gunfight game of "Peace Elite" with his young sister, and he is driving a car and galloping in the green jungle.

Suddenly, a message arrives that darkens the entire screen and the game is suspended.

"Who, the group messages in the middle of the night are endless."

He yelled at the bedboard, until he opened QQ and saw that the truth of everything finally surfaced.

It turned out that the Demon Star Curse Witch sent a message indiscriminately, and Cheng Biting Tie originally wanted to ban it directly.

But his current identity is the leader of the group, so he naturally has the right and obligation to kick people.

He clicked on the page of the Demon Star Spell without mercy, firmly pressed Remove from the group chat, and then started the black game again.

The Demon Star Witch is still waiting for the two of them to receive it, but it shows on your phone that you have been successfully removed from the group chat.

If it weren't for the fact that its strength level is a bit low now, it is estimated that it would have led the blue-clothed demon star soldiers to bite the roof of his house a long time ago.

As usual, the pleasant sound of the piano came from the third floor, so crisp that it flowed like a stream of water.

Living in this western-style building, insomnia is already the norm, so Cao Yuanyuan also plans to rest during the day and work night shifts at night.

She took out the drawing board from her school bag, as well as the paper and pen of professional sketching, and prepared to start sketching the famous painting with an air of fear.

In the evening self-study in the classroom, there was no crowding, otherwise the teacher on duty would knock on the door and criticize the whole school.

Wang Xiang couldn't bear the loneliness, picked up a book directly, and sat next to Ma Tiantian.

Since the last misunderstanding of the love incident, he has fallen in love with the girl in front of him even more.

"Tiantian, what are you doing!"

"You're blind, don't you see me doing my homework?"

Ma Tiantian glared at him, and then continued his work.

But Zhao Liyang, who was sitting in the back row of them, was a little unaccustomed to it.

At noon today, she watched a youth idol drama, in which the male and female protagonists were frantically sprinkling sugar and dog food.

Obviously, this is not abusing the audience, and what could it be?

Liyang also failed to escape from the shadow of other people's happiness, looking at this situation, Wang Xiang also planned to spread a wave on the spot.

Niu Zihao didn't notice Xiangzi's arrival, and he also began to prepare to read and study.

He found that as long as he looked at the simple basic concept questions, he would still have an inexplicable sense of accomplishment.

Study hard, or you'll really be sad.

Liyang closed the cap of the pen and planned to stab Wang Xiang. But after thinking about it, forget it, there is no need to cause misunderstanding. She just coughed as a wake-up call.

And Wang Xiang didn't care about this at all, what he was thinking about was how to tease girls with his heart.

After a while, he was ready to move.

"Tiantian, yo, you're doing your physics homework, you can ask me if you don't know anything."

In fact, I am not very good at it, this sentence has never burst out of Wang Xiang's mouth, and I have lost my identity.

"Huh?"

Of course, Ma Tiantian knew that Wang Xiang's knowledge reserves were worth a few G, but she still held an attitude of humbly asking for advice, and picked the most difficult answer question and pointed it to him.

"Well, that's it, can you make it in twenty minutes?"

Seeing her reveal her good-looking dimples, Wang Xiang couldn't bear to refuse, how much courage it would take to do it.

"Okay, 10mi

I've got you covered. ”

He obviously has a pen, but he likes to take girls, as if this will give him a sense of security.

Wang Xiang listed the known conditions in the question stem on the scratch paper, and then frowned.

He wanted to take advantage of Tiantian's inattention and secretly glance at the answer.

But the quirky little girl kept staring at him, because she firmly believed that Wang Xiang would have ideas.

Ten minutes have passed since the scheduled time, but there is no sign of Wang Xiang's writing.

Even the most patient classmates will be so angry with him that they vomit blood.

"Hmm, this question is so simple, will you be able to?"

Ma Tiantian crossed her hands on her hips and muttered a cute little mouth, obviously she was a little unhappy.

"Soon, there's a formula right away."

Wang Xiang scratched his ears and cheeks anxiously, quickly picked up the physics book, and searched ten lines at a glance, hoping to find the results he wanted.

Looking at his hurried appearance, Tian Tian couldn't help but want to laugh.

She stood up the book, hid behind it, and bit her tongue tightly with her teeth to keep it from making a sound.

Niu Zihao turned the pages of the book, but saw Ma Tiantian's little head shaking slightly at the front table.

From his point of view, it was clearly what a girl would look like when she sobbed.

This Wang Xiang has no skills, so he will make girls cry, which is really not like a painting.

Then, Niu Zihao picked up a book on the table, rolled it into a stick, and came towards the back of Wang Xiang's neck.