Luo Wushuang asked someone not far away.

"kindness?"

The stall owner looked at it for a few times and asked in confusion: "We were here just now, why is there no one suddenly?"

Luo Wushuang didn't ask any more questions.

There don't seem to be many surprises.

Turning his eyes, he looked at a table on the side of the painting stall. There were several volumes of paintings piled randomly on the table. In the middle of the table, there was an unfinished painting with the ink not yet dry.

on top of the painting.

Astonishingly, it was a lifelike black dragon with teeth and claws, a fierce look, and a cross-eyed look between its eyebrows!

On top of the black dragon's body.

An iron rope tied him tightly, and another one passed under his ribs, but only a small part of it was drawn, and it seemed that the painting was not finished.

Black dragon's head.

Suddenly hanging there was a long sword with cold light and murderous intent!

this painting.

It is a picture of a sword slaying a black dragon!

Luo Wushuang seemed to be smiling but not smiling.

He moved his eyes away from the painting and took out one of the scattered paintings on the side.

An exhibition of paintings.

A beautiful woman with picturesque features, pure and refined beauty, and unparalleled grace came into view.

The woman's appearance was not unfamiliar to him, and she was Mu Qingxuan!

No matter which way you look at it.

This painting can be called perfect.
Chapter completed!