"Is it a human? Or a monster?"

The man holding the sword became more and more nervous, his heart felt chilly, and he didn't know whether to take action or not.

Then he saw the thing that didn't know whether it was a human or a monster, waved to him, and said in a clear and cheerful voice:

"Uncle Zhang, long time no see!"

The man holding the sword was stunned.

He recognized this voice and recognized this figure...

"Ink... ink painting?!"

"Yeah." Mo Hua nodded happily.

Zhang Lan was stunned, and the sword in his hand fell to the ground with a clang.

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Chapter completed!