With a "click", Nangong threw his pen and stood up.

All his thoughts and guilt seemed to be sprinkled on the paper with pen and ink at this moment.

This half-asleep half-awake, even he didn't realize that in the process of painting just now, he had subconsciously used the brushwork of the rune pattern.

Although the rune pattern is also a painting in his eyes.

But this painting is not the other.

There was another "click", and the ink block in Mr. Aron's hand also fell.

Seeing that he was about to fall on the drawing paper and stain Bai Chi's face in the painting, Mr. Aaron quickly stretched out his hand, and a golden light flashed. Before the ink could drip off the undried ink, it flew out of the door with a "whoosh".

The ink block has a strange fragrance, and it is worth a lot at a glance.

Mr. Aaron didn't pay attention to it, he just looked at Bai Chi in the painting fixedly.

The unique sensitive heart of the elven clan made Mr. Aaron feel a thick sadness in the painting, and he suddenly raised his eyes to look at Nangong, he really couldn't understand where this human being who came with Xiao Bena today, who was young, came from such a deep feeling.

You can't paint like this without an extraordinary experience.

Listen to the string song and know the elegant meaning, look at the painting and understand its heart. Nangong's painting, even he, an elf who has lived for thousands of years, asked himself that he had already seen through all his state of mind, and he couldn't help but be moved.

In front of the counter, I don't know when it was full of people, there were people of all races, and everyone was looking at the painting on the counter, as if they were stunned, and they were all in tears.

For some reason, as soon as they saw the painting, they felt sad.

Unforgettable sadness.

It's like there's a piece in the body, in the soul, suddenly missing.

Hurt to the point.

Some passers-by outside the door, when they saw this strange situation, followed in with a moment of curiosity and took a look. So he joined a member of the "Demon Fear".

And just like that, the crowd grew.

Soon, the whole hotel was so crowded that even the original guests upstairs couldn't get down.

Only the young bard, still singing and whispering in the corner.

"May I ask this young man, may I ask you about this painting...... I'll give you 100,000 amethyst coins!" A voice suddenly came out of the crowd.

It was a dwarf who spoke.

As everyone knows, dwarves are wiser and more golden. Every dwarf, in the eyes of other races, is synonymous with "local tyrants". The kind that is so fat that it flows oily.

Because they have produced golems, and many other high-tech products, which have penetrated into all corners of people's livelihood.

One amethyst coin is 10,000 gold coins.

And an ordinary family only needs 1,000 gold coins to live a very fertile year. 100,000 amethyst coins, exchanged for gold coins, can bury this hotel alive.

As he spoke, it pulled out a small badge and placed it on the table.

A purple-gold coat of arms with a prismatic symbol engraved on it.

Crystal sparkling. Dazzle charming.

The crowd breathed heavily, and they all knew the badge.

This is the senior VIP badge of the public business bank of the Hundred Ethnic Alliance, with which you can borrow a lot of money in the business bank. How many exactly. No one knew, and no one tried.

But everyone knows that this badge can afford at least a city.

A city of Rakka!

This badge is worth far more than 100,000 amethyst coins. Just lying quietly on the counter.

The crowd was silent, and then hostile.

It's not that he's hating the dwarf for being rich, but for some reason. They all felt that it was an insult to use "money" to describe the painting.

Seeing that Nangong was in a trance, he didn't know where to go, so the dwarf asked again, "Young man, are you selling?"

Nangong still didn't speak, and suddenly with a click, he lay on Xiao Bena's petite body, unconscious.

Little Bena just shook her body for a moment, and then she stood firm.

So the dwarf froze.

I was worried that the young man wouldn't understand dwarven language, so he spoke standard human language. Unexpectedly, this young man did not speak, not because he didn't understand at all, but because he was already drunk and didn't hear at all.

"Ni~Ma, you rich and great, you vulgar dwarf with only money and machinery in your head!"

There was silence for a while, and the crowd suddenly burst into such a sentence.

Then, more voices rang out.

"That's it, this kind of painting, it's a rare occurrence in a thousand years, can it be measured by money?"

"No matter how much money you have, is it as big as Lao Tzu's fist!"

"Without the Golem, the dwarves are fart!"

"It's not even as good as a fart, my brother Niu sneezed and knocked it away!"

"Based on this painting alone, it can be seen that this young man will definitely be famous in the future, and when the time comes, with his fame, an early work like this, not to mention 100,000 amethyst coins, more than 1 million!"

"Your 100,000 is a fart!"

The crowd gradually became noisy and became chaotic.

One by one, their eyes were red, and their eyes were still staring at Bai Chi in the painting, and while crying, they fiercely hated the fat dwarf.

Perhaps because they were afraid that this was the Luna Hotel, everyone was relatively restrained, and the gentleman did not move.

Suddenly, Mr. Aaron slapped the counter, and then, there was an "oops" sound, and a human figure slowly appeared in front of the counter, like a faded color.

Just in the blink of an eye, a person with the characteristics of a lizard appeared.

The man's right hand was being held down by Mr. Aron, and his whole hand was deformed, and it was estimated that it was useless. The man's face was distorted in pain, but his eyes were still staring at the painting, but he didn't care about the amethyst badge next to him.

"It's the lizardmen of the orc race!"

"It wants to steal paintings!"

"What a bold man!

The crowd stirred, and Mr. Aron spoke slowly. At this time, his attitude was still so polite: "This gentleman, this is a guest in the small shop, please excuse yourself without the consent of the owner." ”

The lizardman was stupid, and Mr. Aron's hand was released, but it hadn't withdrawn yet.

"Look for death!"

A cold light suddenly flew out of the crowd, and the lizardman's right hand was suddenly broken. As a result, the blood did not splash out, and another cold light flashed, and the blood disappeared.

At this time, a sentence slowly emerged from the crowd: "It doesn't matter if you kill, don't stain the painting!"

With a "bang", Mr. Aron put away the painting, handed it to Little Bena, and said, "Little Bena, put it away quickly, and then take your friend back, here...... Insecurity. ”

As he spoke, he returned the amethyst badge to the dwarf, and then clapped his hands: "Everyone disperse, today's meal, the small shop has a treat." ”

The sound was not loud, but everyone could see it clearly.

Yes, it is clear to see.

Instead of listening.

Everyone saw the green leaf-shaped star mark on Mr. Aaron's eyebrows.

Sixth-Order powerhouse!

Just like the Luna Inn in Qinglong City, this one in Luojia City also carries forward the same style: no one dares to make trouble here.

Seeing that Mr. Aaron had spoken, a sixth-order powerhouse was not something that ordinary people could afford to provoke, so the crowd suddenly dispersed.

With a "ding", the song came to an abrupt end.

The young bard sighed and looked at the guitar in his hand.

The guitar strings have broken.

He shook his head silently, said nothing, and then silently walked out of the door of the hotel, and the milky white kitten licked the remaining milk on the table, and then barked.

"Meow~" (To be continued.) )