Mo Xianyi never thought that Xiao Ye would treat her like this, because such a situation had never happened, so she could only stay where she was and look at Xiao Ye stupidly.

Xiao Ye smiled slightly, raised his hand and said, "They have finished appreciating your masterpieces, Miss Mo should go back and accept the appreciation." ”

Mo Xianyi returned to the pile of people a little depressed, and those who were secretly observing the conversation between the two also had their own expressions and thoughts, some sneered and felt that Xiao Ye didn't understand what to do, some secretly liked that they didn't communicate further, and some secretly hated why Mo Xianyi was not looking for them.

After this night, Xiao Ye finally knew why the old fox Mo Mingming would win him over regardless of his previous suspicions, and he expressed excessive kindness to himself everywhere.

Although Xiao Ye couldn't guess why it was obviously Guan Rongchao who lost the battle, but Mo Mingzhi lost power, he could know from the whispers of those people he had just overheard that the reason why Wei Anran didn't attend was because he had already taken refuge in Guan Rongchao's side.

Mo Mingming's position as the second oldest in Paradise is already in jeopardy, and he urgently needs powerful help to help him. Therefore, Xiao Ye, who just fell out with Guan Rongchao, and his strength is temporarily ranked fifth, may actually be higher, and there is an aftershock under his hand who is likely to be among the top ten masters, and he is really stupid if he doesn't win over such a person.

And Xiao Ye is so kind to Mo, of course, not because he is stingy, but because he wants to pass on a message to Mo Mingzhi, he is not a chess piece that can be manipulated by him, he can see through the old fox's strategy to drive the tiger and devour the wolf.

Someone in the crowd suddenly said loudly: "Miss Mo has a good painting, it's really good, in my opinion, Miss Mo's painting skills are already everyone, and you can start a sect." ”

The rest of the people responded and stepped her painting into the sky.

Mo Xianyi suddenly raised her hand, and said softly in her unique whisper: "You are ashamed of your compliments, but this painting is indeed the most satisfying work in my life." Therefore, I decided to give this painting to the person who gave the most credit to Freehand to be able to paint such a satisfactory work. ”

Everyone speculated who this person would be?

The highest voice is Mo Mingzhi, after all, he is the uncle of Mo Freehand, without him, how can there be today's Mo Freehand?

The second is Guan Rongchao's fiancé, and the reason is of course the inkstone and rouge incense ink he sent.

Mo Freehand took the painting, came to Xiao Ye's face again, bowed slightly and handed the painting to him with both hands and said, "I would like to use this painting to thank Mr. Han for the gift of the pen tonight." ”

Everyone was in an uproar, and the cheap-mouthed flower messenger shouted loudly regardless of the image: "Miss Freehand, Han Feng just gave away a bad pen that anyone can make, how can He De dare to possess Miss's peerless work?" ”

When Xiao Ye heard this, his hand, which was a little reluctant to stretch out, instantly took the painting firmly, and Mo Freehand took the opportunity to gently bring his head closer to his ear and said, "Freehand has eyes, but I don't know Taishan, I don't know that Mr. is so high-spirited." Freehand has apologized repeatedly, and Mr. Han will forgive Freehand once, okay? ”

Xiao Ye nodded helplessly, she didn't expect Mo Freehand to play so big, unless he wanted to turn his face with Mo Mingzhi immediately, otherwise how could he say a word?

As for those clowns who jumped off the beam, Xiao Ye didn't have time to deal with them.

Mo smiled and returned to the middle of the table, everyone didn't know what she was doing, and they all stopped talking for a while.

Mo Freehand said loudly: "Someone just said that Mr. Han gave me just a mediocre brush, now I invite you to take a look, this brush that I and my uncle both admire, the most magical and extraordinary place." With that, she picked up the brush, dipped it in ink, and placed it on her left index finger.

The position of its frame is the position of a normal person holding a pen, if it is a general brush, it will definitely fall to the ground because of the uneven weight. However, Xiao Ye, a brush made of Hsinchu, stopped firmly on the ink freehand index finger.

Mo Freehand continued: "A good brush must have four characteristics: pointed, straight, round and healthy. Pointed: refers to the tip of the pen like a cone; Qi: After the pen is flattened, Qi is like a knife cut; Round: the nib is round and full; Jian: The pen is erect and elastic. This pen has all of the above, but the most commendable thing is that it achieves the best balance, so that I can draw whatever comes to my mind when I hold it and draw with whatever comes to mind. Therefore, Freehand said that the person who contributed the most to this painting tonight was not Freehand, but Mr. Han. ”

Everyone was speechless for a moment, and Mo Xianyi had just reminded them that this pen was a pen that she and Mo Mingzhi had praised for it.

'Bang Bang Bang'

Xiao Ye clapped his palms, and after focusing everyone's attention, he smiled and said, "Uncle Mo and Miss Freehand have good eyes, unlike some people who have no eyes and are blind. The one who boasted that anyone could do it, you came out for me, and made a few on the spot to send Uncle Mo. ”

The lowly flower messenger blushed, and wanted to hide in the crowd to wait for the matter to pass. But Xiao Ye didn't like to let him go, pointed at him and said: "Hey, it's you, if you can't do it, you will admit your mistake to me, apologize and admit that you are ignorant and cheap." ”

The slut man was not a good-tempered person, but he was ridiculed by Xiao Yelian, couldn't help his temper, pointed at him and said, "Han Feng, don't go too far, believe it or not, Lao Tzu abolished you?" ”

Xiao Ye laughed and said, "It's exactly what I want, come on, come out, come out and fight alone, and see who abolishes whom." ”

Guo Xiang stared at Mo Mingming beside him, the old fox smiled and shook his head, he didn't make any other moves.

Who is Han Feng when the mouth woke up? It is by no means a powerful existence comparable to that of a person with chicken ribs.

Fortunately, at this time, someone rescued him: "What kind of ability is Han Feng to bully a weak chicken, do you have the courage to fight with me again tonight?" See how soon I can beat you to death? ”

The old fox couldn't hold back this time, and the person who came was Wei Anran, who had just announced that he had betrayed him and turned to support Guan Rongchao. Immediately worried about Xiao Ye, after all, the person who seemed to suffer a big loss in the last fight was Xiao Ye.

Before Mo Zhizhi spoke, Xiao Ye snorted coldly, and said without fear: "Okay, anyway, I also think that ranking fifth is too low, and if you kill you, you can still make room for my subordinates." ”

Wei Anran strode into the banquet hall, stared at Xiao Ye coldly, but said to Mo Mingzhi and Mo Freehand: "Lord Fengshen has something to do tonight and can't attend Freehand's birthday dinner, so let me inform you that as compensation and birthday gifts, Lord Fengshen will give Miss Freehand a gift of wind tomorrow morning." ”

Mo Zhizhi and Mo Freehand bent down in unison and said thank you, Lord Fengshen.

Wei Anran clapped his hands and said, "Okay, now that the business is dealt with, let's have a fight when Han Feng comes out." ”

Without waiting for Xiao Ye to agree, Mo Mingming took the lead and said, "No......"

Before Mo Zhizhi finished speaking, Wei Anran was already very faceless and interrupted: "Old Mo, don't worry about it, you can't stop this fight, even your Guo Xiang can't stop it." ”

No matter how thick-skinned Mo Mingzhi is and how deep the city government is, he is red-faced by Wei Anran's ruthless tone, Xiao Ye is really afraid that he will die of cerebral congestion. hurriedly walked up to him and said in a low voice: "Uncle Mo, don't be angry, let me help you teach this anti-bone boy a lesson." ”

The Tao of Ink Freehand Worry; "Brother Xiang is not his opponent, are you really okay?"

Xiao Ye laughed and said relevantly: "Sister Freehand, there is really a problem with your vision." ”

(End of chapter)