Luo Bai turned his brush, but shook his head.

He did not believe that the so-called ordinary, even if it was the most ordinary, it would shine with its own light under the erosion of time.

Young Master Xiaoyue didn't say anything, but he didn't quite agree with Luo Bai's words.

Ordinary is ordinary, and there is no need to cover up anything.

"But it's not easy to meet you. I have to say that you are really talented."

Luo Bai stopped turning his brush and suddenly said this to Mr. Xiaoyue, as if it was deliberately.

What is Luo Bai thinking?

What is Luo Bai thinking?

Luo Bai was wondering what kind of expression Mr. Xiaoyue would look like when he heard these words.

I would never really think that a person who can make a picture like [Fantasy Night] is a very simple person, right?

Even if the painting tools are very ordinary, but the person holding the brush is not that ordinary, the final world is destined to be extraordinary.

[Fantasy Night] brings Luo Bai the most intuitive feeling. Under the vast galaxy, humans are as small as ants and dust, one in a billion enough to outline the so-called outline.

So what is the world that Mr. Xiaoyue, as a painter, sees?

Is it the same as the world transformed by Luo Bai?

Young Master Xiaoyue suddenly looked up and seemed to have forgotten the reason for the existence of [Fantasy Night].

Is [Fantasy Night] really such a beautiful existence?

Young Master Xiaoyue himself couldn't explain this issue clearly.

"I am a person without talent, but I am the clown in the world who is good at deceiving people. Young Master, you have discovered it? Each scroll itself is a forbidden array. No matter what the starting conditions are, the forbidden array is

Forcibly forbidden.”

It seems that because such a starry sea is too beautiful, and it seems that because I remembered the ordinary brush, Young Master Xiaoyue’s heart was empty.

He is not a painter.

What he unfolds on the scroll is not the world in his eyes.

"I thought you would bite and say nothing."

Luo Bai said oh and raised his eyebrows. He didn't expect Mr. Xiaoyue to talk about this matter at this time.

Luo Bai cannot be sure of this matter.

However, he always thought of the picture of Qishilou in his mind.

The scroll looked very warm, but it was incompatible with Beigong Qingxue's room. Even Beigong Qingxue herself forgot whether she had included such a scroll.

Even if it is chaotic, at Beigong Qingxue's painting speed, it is probably a life-threatening person who refuses to forget why a scroll exists.

If you follow this idea, you will find that many things have loopholes.

These loopholes will point to the Bai family in Nanzhou, and even the Beigong family who are cold and beautiful in Dongzhou, etc.

All of this is traceable, don't forget that clues are the leak of information.

However, Luo Bai never thought that Young Master Xiaoyue would say it so directly, and he did not have much confidence in the information chain he inferred.

Unexpectedly, unexpectedly.

The soul of the painter is noble.

After saying these words, will Young Master Xiaoyue still be the so-called painter?
Chapter completed!