Hong Ming, who was standing at the front, held a long knife in his hand. The blade glowed with a cold light blue light. The tip of the knife pointed directly at the ground. He folded his hands and lowered his head slightly with a stern expression.

The building dragon bird stood beside him, leaning sideways, with a crimson knife on his shoulder, and the fiery red forehead band flying in the bloody battlefield behind him. He raised his chin, his thin lips were slightly raised, and his blood-red pupils were filled with emotion.

Look down on all the unruly and unruly.

The color, composition, and layering are all flawless. The painting style is unique to her, with a contemporary flavor of shounen comics.

There is a blood-soaked killing intent, the chivalrous character of Iron Horse Binghe, and there is also a kind of suddenness and gentleness of mountains and flowing water.

In the past few days, while she was drawing this picture, Gu Congli had not even glanced at it.

Now that he saw the picture, he raised his eyes and looked at the person behind him involuntarily.

Teacher Shi Yi had fallen asleep leaning in his chair, his whole body leaning sideways, his head leaning on the back of the chair.

Gu Congli held the armrest of the chair with one hand, leaned over and looked at her closely.

It seemed that she was not yet deeply asleep, she frowned, her originally red lips were now a little pale, and there was a faint circle of blue and black under her eyes.

Gu Congli raised his finger and gently wiped away a little bit of milk on her lips. He lowered his head and kissed her fluffy eyes gently.

The little girl wrinkled her nose, as if she felt a little itchy. She raised her hand to rub her eyes, and made a sticky groan. Without opening her eyes, she huddled in the chair and continued to sleep.

For some reason, Gu Congli suddenly remembered that many years ago, the girl sat obediently in front of the easel in the cold studio, drawing crooked lines carefully over and over again, and she spent the entire afternoon painting.

Then several sheets of paper were piled in front of him. Her dark and clear almond-shaped eyes looked at him expectantly, and her voice was soft: "Teacher Gu, are my lines straighter?"

Gu Congli chuckled lightly.

Time and fate are very magical things. They have witnessed his little girl's slow growth step by step, from the horizontal and vertical lines he taught step by step at the beginning, to the chivalrous and soft intestines and majestic mountains and rivers that he is now calmly writing.

Like a young butterfly, breaking through the layers of flexible cocoons.

She also allowed her to penetrate into every minute and second of his life, involving every breath and beat of his pulse. After going around in a circle, he finally met her again.

Obsession will not be let down, and deep love will not be missed.
Chapter completed!