The main master admitted defeat, and everyone had nothing to say, but everyone was curious about what the boy had painted, and he taught the woman with the highest painting skills in the boundless spring scenery to admit defeat, so someone shouted in the crowd.

"Since everyone is evaluating, even if the winner is decided, everyone should be asked to see if it is not..."

As soon as this said, Huaer's little face turned red like a tomato. She finally gritted her teeth and turned the painting in her hand over...

At that moment, Mo Qingcheng heard the sound of gasping for cold air...

The painting was not as well-known as the round brush. Everyone saw that the painting was like a woman dancing with smooth lines, clearer and lighter than the brush, but it just outlined the folds of the clothes just right, even the proportions of the human body were very beautiful... The most outstanding one was the woman's eyes, looking at her, reflecting the small melon-shaped face, which was extremely lively. When everyone looked closely, who wasn't the woman's painting just now? Even the dance posture was lifelike and vivid...

Mo Qinghan had got off the horse at some point, but now he was standing in the crowd, but he felt like he was standing out in the crowd... When Mo Qingcheng found the man, Mo Qinghan stood there with a blank expression on his face and his thin lips tightly pursed. When Mo Qingcheng met the man's slightly narrowed black pupils, he felt that the man's eyes were so dark that she couldn't understand, but they were also very good-looking...

But in the fourth game, Mo Qingcheng has won three games... If he wins this last game, Han Han Beauty will get what he wants. How come she feels so uncomfortable...

Mo Qingcheng turned his head cruelly and was about to speak, but suddenly he felt the fragrance in the air full of his face. The extremely familiar fragrance spread out in his breath, as if he had some magic, numbing all Mo Qingcheng's perceptions... Only large pieces of crabapple flowers appeared in his mind...

"In the last game, I'll accompany you..." The empty echoes quietly echoed in the night. Mo Qingcheng listened, feeling like he was in the flowers, and he was indescribable inconsolation...

The bright red crabapple was like that, in front of Mo Qingcheng, falling gracefully in front of him with a flying arc, intoxicating everyone's eyes and Mo Qingcheng's heart. Luo Xier even looked happy and headed straight for the man...

The person in front of me was wearing a begonia gauze dress, with black hair like a waterfall tied behind my head in a mess, only swaying gently in the breeze, and the smile on my lips when I hugged the woman into my arms, but Mo Qingcheng's "Shangshang" next to his mouth choked in his throat...
Chapter completed!