Sample, patting the sycophants and trying to fool the deity, hum! Don't even think about it.

Fu Xin: "......" gritted his teeth secretly, MD, you have a small belly, you deserve to be single.

"Poof......

Looking at Fu Xin's aggrieved appearance, Qingwu couldn't help but laugh.

Receiving the cold eyes of his own emperor, Qingwu hurriedly closed his teeth and looked nonchalant.

Fushin glared at the green mist, and then began to paint.

Look at the man with a look in his eyes, then start to write, then look again.

One stroke at a time, one eye at a glance, looking at it has the demeanor of a master, and if you don't look at the painting, you can bluff others, in fact......

"Alright."

After a quarter of an hour, he threw down his pen and sat down at the small table with a brisk step.

In that way, with a bright smile on his face, he exuded a confident glow.

Qingwu glanced at her suspiciously, could it be that she really had superb painting skills, it was only a quarter of an hour.

With curiosity, Qingwu walked quickly to the table and took a look.

“……”

What the heck?

hated that iron could not be steel, glanced at Fu Xin, slowly picked up the painting on the table, and handed it to Huang Beiyue as if he were dead.

"Your Excellency, please take a look."

After saying that, he retreated quickly, for fear that he would die if he took a step too slow.

Huang Beiyue put down the teacup leisurely and looked at the painting on the table.

"Poof"

The tea that was too late to swallow squirted.

The forehead is like a plate, cross-eyed, garlic nose, and broad lips, and I can't bear to look at it directly.

"Child, Book, Volt, Xin"

The sound of gritting his teeth, cold enough to freeze three feet of thick soil, looking at Fu Xin's eyes as if he had a knife, Fu Xin's heart trembled.

"What, what's wrong?"

Fuxin was beating a small drum in his heart, and he was a little afraid to look at the man's fire-breathing eyes.

"In your eyes, the deity is like this?" Huang Beiyue's cold and piercing voice froze the green mist in the distance, and his body trembled, and he glanced at Fu Xin sympathetically.

Vousin: "I ......"

"Qingwu, Qingyun Palace is up and down, so Gong buckets, night pots, and thatched houses, let her finish brushing within today, and she is not allowed to sleep if she can't finish brushing."

Without waiting for Fu Xin to finish speaking, Huang Beiyue said coldly, and walked away after speaking.

"Let's go, the Vosin Godman." Qingwu really admires this little girl, it's only been a while, and the Venerable is about to be angry with her.

"Oh no, I ......" Fusin opened his mouth, but finally chose to shut up.

There is a little grievance in her heart, she has taken out what she has learned all her life, but she can't compete with her painting skills.

Alas! Forget it, isn't it just brushing the thatched house, this girl can do it within an hour.

However, looking at the night pots and gong buckets in front of him, Fu Xin felt his hands tremble slightly.

"Miss Fuxin, let's continue to the shabu hut after shabu."

Qingwu reminded at the right time.

Fu Xin slowly turned his stiff neck and looked at the harmless green mist with a smile on his face.

"Tell me honestly, how many thatched houses are there in Qingyun Palace?"

"Not much, fifty."

Dizzy, Fu Xin really wants to scold his mother, TM's Qingyun Palace only covers an area of a few miles, can it use so many thatched houses? There are so many gong barrels and night pots.

"MD Qingyun Palace is a thatched house, right, one person and one thatched house!" Fu Xin muttered hatefully.

"Hehe, the girl laughed, Qingyun Palace is only a thatched house four hundred meters away."

Fuxin: "...... Four, hundred, meters? Fusin felt his teeth creaking.

"Yes, there is a very serious cleanliness habit, in order to keep Qingyun Palace clean in all directions, this is the most basic requirement."