âGood, good! Really so sensational! Master, theyâre truly worthy of being your people, theyâre more majestic compared to the guards in the palace. Hurry and arrange yourselves into good poses, Iâm going to paint!ân/ô/vel/b//in dot c//om
He lifts up his brush as he talks.
After a few strokes however, he slightly frowns once again, âI have this feeling that something isnât quite right, they seem to lack a core point, one with a more explosive strength. Isnât that right, Master?â
Muyan nods in agreement.
Thereâs nothing good to be said about her apprenticeâs martial training, but his talent in painting is excellent.
Seeing Muyanâs approval, Lou Beiyuâs eyes immediately shines brightly as his gaze shifts to the rest of the Ink Camp members.
Those people from the Ink Camp who have been gloating all this while, suddenly become dumbstruck. Their complexions changing in color as they make contact with Lou Beiyuâs line of sight.
They wish they could run.
Under Muyanâs smiling gaze however, each and every one of these men have their legs shaking, and they donât dare to budge.
âWuu, wuu... Miss, spare us! We didnât do anything wrong!â
âYes, yes! We really didnât do anything wrong
ah!
Thereâs no need to receive punishment, is there?â
Lou Beiyu has an emotional face as he says: âYou guys would be devoting yourselves to art, how can you say that itâs a punishment? Isnât that right, Master?â
Muyanâs mouth curls up, her smile is like a flower, her face is resplendent like the blazing sun, and luminous like the moon.
âMiss.â a deep and low voice suddenly speaks from behind her.
Chang Yu slowly walks up before Muyan, and kneels down on one knee. With a slight bow, âThis subordinate is willing to enter the painting.â
In an instant, the whole audience goes quiet.
The Ink Campâs people blink, and then they pick their ears... but they still canât believe it.
Could it be that their Ink Campâs most outstanding elite, Chang Yu, is stupid?
However, Chang Yu doesnât care about anyoneâs reaction.
He simply gets up, directly and efficiently taking off the clothes on his body.
It reveals a capable, tall, slender, and clean body.
Chang Yuâs face is covered with knife wounds, rough and unattractive; itâs strange that his figure is exceptionally good.
The skin is fine, smooth and tight â the expanse filled with honey-colored appeal.
Even the normally calm Muyan is also somewhat dumbfounded.
Whatâs with this turn of events?!
âGood, good, good! Incredibly good! This is the fulcrum that I want, a unique and unmatched core!â
Nevertheless, Lou Beiyu is so moved that he jumps up from his seat.
He sets out in a flitter to take a piece of black cloth, tying it on the otherâs waist.
Chang Yu is pushed to the center of the eight individuals, and he assumes an ambiguous drunk-like pose.
A stance like this, along with his thin-waisted and long-legged build, itâs actually indescribably fascinating â it could make peopleâs blood boil.
Guan Hu and the others, who were originally lacking in cohesion like loose sand, also seem to melt into a whole under his impetus.
Looking quietly, each detail is the interpretation of the true essence of power and beauty.
Muyan withdraws her astonished expression from just a moment ago, and her admiring gaze sweeps through this scene, ultimately falling on Chang Yu.
This is really a scene of beauty that could stir peopleâs souls.
Since she could be Lou Beiyuâs Master, her attainments in the field of painting is naturally extremely high.
Thatâs why she understands better than anyone, how this seemingly shameful scene can jolt and move a painter.
Moreover, under such a shock, thereâs a faint hint of insight in her heart.
Her cultivation that has been stagnating for a long time seems to loosen.
Muyan has a focused expression as she looks at this scene, looking at Chang Yu whoâs acting as a fulcrum.
However, she doesnât notice how Chang Yuâs drooping lashes faintly quiver.
He lifts up his eyes every now and then, the gaze looking at her filled with a kind of passion and sentiment.