Unique beauty.

You can't find anything wrong with it.

Swish, brush, brush!

Ye Qingyun's pen moves like a dragon and a snake, and he splashes the ink with great ease.

It takes less than a cup of tea.

A painting has already been painted.

What Ye Qingyun drew was not the door god, but a picture of Guan Gong.

Although the painting is not very complicated, a majestic and upright Guan Gong is already vivid on the paper.

He is tall in stature and has a majestic face. He wears a green scarf on his head and a Zaoluo robe, and holds a Qinglong Yanyue Sword.

Meng Youran was shocked.

Although he did not recognize the person painting the painting, he could feel the momentum contained in the painting.

It gave him an intimidating urge to worship.

The more I looked at it, the more frightened I became.

The more I looked at it, the more horrified I felt.

But Meng Youran was a little strange.

Why are the eyes of the person in this painting not open?

Instead, he squinted his eyes.

"Master Ye, this painting is indeed very good, but why do you paint this person with squinting eyes?"

Meng Youran asked curiously.

Ye Qingyun shook his head.

"Because I can't draw my eyes open."

Meng Youran was startled: "Why can't you open your eyes?"

"Guan Gong kills people when he opens his eyes!"

Ye Qingyun said lightly.

Meng Youran was shocked.

He looked at the painting of Guan Gong again.

really!!!

Guan Gong, who had lowered his eyebrows and closed his eyes, seemed to feel like opening his eyes at this moment.

And the eyes that opened a little were full of murderous intent.

It made Meng Youran seem to be on a desolate battlefield.

And in front of Meng Youran.

There are a group of mighty generals riding red rabbit horses and holding Qinglong Yanyue Swords.

This divine general looks exactly like the painting of Guan Gong.

only.

At this moment, Guan Gong's eyes were fully opened.

Just like the angry eyes of gods, the livers and gallbladders of all mortal beings will burst.

Meng Youran has never seen such a terrifying scene.

It seemed as if his body would fall apart under Guan Gong's glare.

A moment.

Meng Youran broke out in a cold sweat.

Qin Zheng on the side was shocked when he saw Meng Youran's head covered with sweat.

"Leader? Leader?"

Qin Zheng shouted several times quickly.

Meng Youran just woke up from the painting.

He looked around blankly.

"Did I lose my temper just now?"

Ye Qingyun looked at him with a strange look.

What's going on with this guy?

Looking at a painting and actually sweating all over your head?
Chapter completed!