After finishing the painting, Xia Yi put down his pen, took a few steps back, looked at the painting in front of him with satisfaction, and felt a sense of accomplishment in his heart.

In the painting, the crescent moon in the sky corresponds to the long silver hair of the white snake monster, and the surrounding night blends with the black tail of the white snake monster. He feels that he has a very artistic sense.

Such a painting, if buried underground for a thousand years, can be taken out and become a national treasure.

Thinking of this, Xia Yi's hands started to itch again. What else did he want to draw? What else did he want to draw?

He looked at the maid aside.

The maid stared blankly at his painting, her eyes fixed on it.

He spread out a piece of paper again and started drawing like the maid.

The maid's appearance is not beautiful, but at the age of sixteen or seventeen, when she is full of vitality, she has a vitality in her body. This vitality is not obvious to young people, but to middle-aged and elderly people, it is the essence of beauty.

Xia Yi selected a scene from his mind and started drawing it.

This painting is not as elaborate as the previous one, partly because the maid is not as beautiful as the white snake monster, and partly because this is already the second painting.

Putting down his pen, Xia Yi turned to look at the maid. Her face was red and she looked down at her toes.

"What's wrong?" Xia Yi asked doubtfully.

He looked at the painting and found that there was nothing wrong with it and that he was well-dressed.

When asked by Xia Yi, the maid turned around and ran out of the house.

Xia Yi scratched his head. Ancient times were ancient times, and even little girls couldn't draw them.

He threw the paints and brushes far away, put the drawing paper at the farthest place, and lay back on the bed.

Many of these mineral pigments and plant pigments are poisonous, so in ancient times there was no such behavior as licking. A lick would lead the dog to the leash.

Xia Yi's mind wandered, and he thought of rumors from the European Middle Ages that European aristocratic ladies had poisoned many husbands to death with poisonous cosmetics.

Fortunately, in modern times, artificially synthesized inorganic substances have been developed.

Thinking so vaguely, he fell into a drowsy sleep.

The maid poked her head in from outside the door. Seeing that Xia Yi was asleep, she crept in, packed up the paints, and put the drawing paper on the table.

Xia Yi suddenly turned over. She stepped back in panic and bumped into Xiong'er who came in.

Xiong'er held the maid's waist: "What's wrong?"

The maid hurriedly replied: "Nothing."

"What is this?" Xiong'er was stunned when he saw the painting on the table.

Although she is a martial artist, she has the heart of an artist, otherwise she would not have a complete set of painting equipment. Although her skills are not good, her level of appreciation is not low.

"This painting..."

That month, that night, the girl looking up, made her marvel.

Such a beautiful girl and such superb painting skills can be called perfect.

A sudden jealousy arose in her heart, jealous of the girl in the painting.

"Where did this painting come from?" Xiong'er's eyes were glued to the painting and he asked the maid without raising his head.

"It was painted by the White Snake God." The maid lowered her head and answered.

"Does he still have this ability?" Xiong'er turned to look at Xia Yi, who was sleeping soundly.

Looking back, Xiong'er found another painting next to her. She picked it up and was first amazed by the skill and artistic conception of the painting. Then she realized that the girl in the painting looked familiar to her.

Who is it?

She pondered for two seconds, then turned her head suddenly and looked at the maid behind her.

The maid's body started to tremble, and she suddenly knelt on the ground: "Miss, have mercy on me!"

In ancient times, painting other people's girls was a frivolous act. If the status of the two parties was equal, it meant that the person being painted was a promiscuous person. If the status of the two parties was not equal, it meant that the person with a lower status was coquettish.

If you are a harsh owner, you can use this painting to convict you.

This is not to be harsh on women, but there is a distinction between superiority and inferiority, and those with higher status naturally have a moral advantage.

"Nothing." Xiong'er put down the painting and glared at Xia Yi.

With such painting skills, instead of painting myself, I painted a maid. How could I be inferior to this maid?

She looked at the painting again, thought for more than ten seconds, picked up the painting and walked to the back room.

The maid looked at her in shock.

After the temperature outside the window cooled down a little, Xia Yi opened his eyes. He sat on the edge of the bed and woke up.

He had a dream in which he played a rolling game with the white snake monster.

In the world of sludge monsters and meat ball monsters, he quickly became addicted, but this time he was banned for a full year.

Is it true that the white snake monster is okay?

It was too dark last night, so Xia Yi couldn't see clearly and wondered what the white snake monster had become.

He looked towards the table, looking for his painting, wanting to study it, but the table was empty.

"Where's my painting?" Xia Yi asked the maid.

The maid replied with a sullen face: "Maybe I asked the cleaning lady Shi Ma to put it away. Do you want to take it back?"

"Yes." Xia Yi replied.

The maid went out of the house and came back an hour later, saying she couldn't find it.

Xia Yi felt something was wrong, but it was just a painting. The Xiong family owned a city, so they would not be greedy.

Forget it, I didn’t draw anything private anyway.

The white snake monster's long hair covered its entire body, and the only thing exposed was its face. However, it was still a bit unpleasant to lose it like this.

"Does the Son of God still want to paint?" the maid asked.

"No more painting," Xia Yi didn't want to lose it again, "Bring me the piano."

Paintings can be thrown away, but musical instruments cannot be thrown away.

The maid quickly found the piano. Xia Yi played two tigers to test the sound, and then played the song "High Mountains and Flowing Waters" at random.

In the back room, Xiong'er was admiring paintings, her expression was tangled.

Xiong Er's original impression of Xia Yi was not good, and no matter who was scolded all the way, his impression would not get better.

She usually stayed away from Xia Yi. The reason why she stayed with Shi Xiong all day long was because she didn't want to see Xia Yi.

But now, seeing this painting, she felt itchy in her heart and wanted to communicate with Xia Yi.

At this time, a sound of piano came from the outer room.

Xiong'er likes painting, and is also familiar with the other three arts. This music is weird, and she can't help but frown.

Not long after, the music of the piano changed, and the melodious music stirred her heart.

This is a song I've never heard before.

She picked up Yizi, sat by the door, and listened quietly.

Suddenly, the sound of the piano stopped, and Xia Yi's voice sounded: "It's time, it's time to eat."

What to eat! Is it important to play the piano while eating?

Xiong'er gritted her teeth and stood up, sitting on the bed. She called the maid and ordered the kitchen to postpone the whole family's dinner until she gave her permission.

But Xia Yi would rather wait in bed than play the piano.

Xiong'er could only ask for dinner to be served as soon as possible. Xia Yi ate his dinner and lay in bed again thinking about the white snake monster. Qin was left aside.

Xiong'er went to bed at night, still angry about this incident.

The next day, she hurried out in the morning, letting Shi Xiong play by himself, and then huddled in the room, wanting to watch Xia Yi paint or play the piano.

Xia Yi looked out the window for a whole day, but there was no movement.

On the third day, I finally saw Xia Yi picking up the piano, but a servant asked her to leave.
Chapter completed!