All the Youmi were stunned by my paintings. For the first time, they realized that paintings are OK.

One gold coin, two gold coins.

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Five gold coins, six gold coins.

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"Sixty-three gold coins, give me this painting." The fanged leader shouted, breaking the deal.

I got a box of 63 gold coins. If four gold coins can be exchanged for the small fish that just died. This will make me eat and drink a lot every day, and Xiao Huangmao and I suddenly became rich and powerful Youmi.

And I also added another name to the Changmao Tribe, my name is Master Alan.

My Tutan began to be imitated and copied by everyone. But I said that no one could surpass the charm of the painting this time, because the so-called Tutan looks were all found by me, and no one had seen a truly huge Tutan. So I am the most similar to the one in the description, and I also know a lot of plagiarism. Imitation is a detail that I will never notice.

And I know that Tutan is just the beginning. As long as you have never seen something truly amazing, no one can surpass it. I can still earn more gold coins with my paintings. It is definitely not the paintings drawn by those people who can only exchange for tree roots.

It was during a painting process that I accidentally cut my fingers. Golden blood flowed out, and I saw my blood and thought of something.

There seems to be no large-scale description of blood in all war paintings. I am thinking of a picture that no one can imagine. How can a hero not shed blood if he defeats the enemy?

I drew another Yumi and made him shed a lot of golden blood. I called this painting: The wounds of war.

I showed up in front of everyone with my new painting, and this time someone spoke out twenty gold coins.

I know I've succeeded again, and as long as I can think and create, I can really be big fish and big meat.

Eighty-eight gold coins, this is a record high.

Later I learned that I bought the Youmi I drew was a plagiarism master. I bought me Tu Tan and copied it and sold it at a high price, which made him earn a lot of gold coins.

This time, there were eighty-eight pieces, but I knew he had hidden my original works. After that, as long as he kept copying, the more he sold the 20 pieces, the cheaper he got. He could always make money back with a few or dozens of paintings. Before, everyone wanted to have a slaughter at home. Then now they were eager to have a war wound, and as long as someone wanted, there would be a market.

But I started to lose new ideas, or to preserve my reputation as Master Alan, I began to draw less and less. This way I could make my value high enough, and I could get a high price for a copy of my own works.

Later, a competition called painting began in the Teethed Tribe, to see whose paintings could sell higher gold coins.

There was a question called Forbidden War.

At this point, many Youmi painters don’t know how to start writing.

I learned what I thought of, and drew two hairless yumi in the new yumi step.

In that game, I saw Zhongyoumi blushing. I also got the highest score of 101 gold coins. Of course, I knew there would be plagiarism soon.

I know there are always some plagiarism men behind my back because I have made a lot of money, but I can't help it.

Of course, the patriarch found me.

The patriarch said that other tribes have also become popular in painting, and there are many talents.

There are always good masters of Youmi who paint well, and of course there will always be better appearances.

He wanted me to draw a painting I had never seen before, so that he would become the most tasteful existence among Youmi.

I promised the patriarch, but I said something. As long as I published a new painting, it would be copied soon. Then no matter how powerful the painting is, it would not last long, so I need a little help.

The patriarch asked me what help I needed, and I thought and said, "I painted blood, painted war, painted naked Youmi. These gold coins came too quickly. Many Youmi made money with this kind of painting. They made a lot of money, and more of them were the money that other Youmi who didn't paint could not make in their lifetime. I think these are too bad, and I hope to forbid all of this."

The patriarch looked at me and said, "Drawing blood, war, and plain Yumi?"

I lit my head.

On that day, the patriarch began to protect art, in his way. As far as I know, a new department was established that day. This department would tear down all the paintings involving bloody paintings, wars, and plain Yumi paintings on the spot.

At first, Yumi secretly hid these paintings at home, but they would soon be forced into the market and tore up by the department that broke into their stinky smell.

In this way, the Teeth Tribe began to draw blood, war, and plain Yumi's paintings.

The little yellow-haired man asked me with a smile: "Didn't you make money without gold coins like this?"

I smiled and said, "I can imagine that I am better than those Youmi. They can only draw what I have painted, but only I can draw what they can't imagine."

I began to learn from the Tutan I once drew, and I began to create a non-existent creature. They were different from all creatures in my world. They had one head open, both hands and feet, ten fingers and ten toes, which were the same as our Youmi. But they had few hairs in other places except for the hair on their heads. They walked upright like us Youmi, trying to look like us Youmi, and they also looked similar to the paintings I made money back then. The fight between them, or they were slaughtered by us Youmi. Such pictures did not go against the conclusion: painting bloody, painting wars, painting naked Youmi.

Yumi's blood is golden, and in order to avoid saying it is bloody. I used the most eye-catching red of this creature's blood, and I completed my painting. I started to name them, and I called them: Titan.

In fact, it is also to commemorate my first painting of Tutan, so I call these creatures Titans.

In order not to be plagiarized, I began to draw these paintings at home frantically.

I had more than fifty pictures, and I gave a relatively dissatisfied pair to the patriarch.

The patriarch was shocked by this kind of thing at that time and said that this thing was called alien Yumi.

It’s Yumi, who is not available on this planet. The patriarch asked me if this alien Youmi has an IQ?

I thought and said, "If so, maybe it's smarter than us, right? Who knows?"

The patriarch took my new work and displayed it in various Youmi tribes. He gained unparalleled nouns and prestige, and began to implement his policies that could not be painted or painted, which could not be painted, and that could not be painted.

You can hear other Yumi shouting everywhere: "This is not allowed to draw, that is not allowed to draw. What's wrong with this tribe? We also tore off our previous paintings, and this makes us live."

Only I know this is a win-win situation, maybe.

But there must be someone copying it, but if the dozens of servers in my hand killed the alien Youmi, I would have already changed to a bigger and better stinky house. In the stinky house, my wife and children have big fish and meat every day, and the meals are big fish and meat.

Three years later.

A huge white spacecraft appeared in the sky, which was a spacecraft that came down from outer space.

There were creatures several times taller than us on the spaceship. These creatures were wearing huge white clothes and round masks on their heads. Several of them came down from the spaceship. Their appearance was white, which I could not describe.

I thought I could draw them down, and maybe I, Master Alan, will become the greatest master in Youmi's eyes.

Maybe even becoming the master of the planets on these white round creatures, I started painting.

These creatures used their instruments to make forced contact with us, Youmi for several days. These aliens, Youmi, said they came for friendship. They called themselves humans, and hoped to see the greatest things in our Youmi civilization.

The patriarch took out my painting: Titan Falls.

When these round creatures saw my Titan falling, they took off their helmets, and the creatures inside looked exactly the same as the alien Yumi in my painting.

The fall of Titans was because of the death of these alien Youmi.

After reading the painting, these alien creatures took off their helmet mask and shouted: "Well, what are you doing? I'm going to kill us? I'll use a laser missile to kill you fuzzy aliens when I go back. Male, look at you cute and furry and want to show up to be a cosmic pet. Want to kill humans? I'll kill you first."

I couldn't understand anything these alien creatures said, and seemed very angry. Then I took the painting head and went back to their spaceship, which rose into the air. Is it because my virtual creatures look very similar to them? So could it be that I want to bring my painting back to show to people on their own planet?

So, Master Alan in my eyes will soon become what they see?

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Chapter completed!