Brother Huanxi is so embarrassed that he is going to lose his temper now.￥f

Waiting for Jiang Bin to be laughed at, your brother Huanxi has fallen into trouble this time.

How could He Yanrong know that she could taste the meaning of Lei Huanxi in her painting? In fact, she knew nothing about painting. Not only did she not think anything was wrong, but she also had infinite expectations in her eyes.

He will definitely be able to draw a terrifying painting.

Brother Huanxi decided to admit defeat and decided to honestly tell the other party that he could not draw at all...

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"Light up the fire of my life..."

The little fat lying comfortably on the bed, his belly facing the sky, moving with the rhythm of the music.

Suddenly, its body stopped.

Brother Huanxi is in trouble!

And it's a big trouble!

When Xiaopang distributed the most precious part of his body to Lei Huanxi, no matter when and where he was, as long as he encountered danger, Xiaopang could sense it.

But it cannot immediately reach the most direct help to Brother Huanxi.

Xiaopang turned off the music and his body suddenly swelled.

A layer of green light enveloped its entire body.

A red color quickly appeared in the green, hovering near its head.

The two small corners above the head also began to grow bigger.

A series of consciousnesses are transmitted through these two angles like two antennas.

It gradually formed a strange spiritual communication with Brother Huanxi.

Drawing a dragon?

Someone forced Brother Huanxi to draw a dragon?

Brother Huanxi is actually preparing to give up?

Idiot, absolutely fool!

Isn’t this big fool, Brother Huanxi, just drawing a dragon?

What's the difficulty?

Just let you see what a real dragon is...

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"I……"

Brother Huanxi is about to give in, and painting is really not his strength.

But at this moment, countless fragments suddenly flashed through his mind:

What are those?

dragon!

The real dragon!

That was the era of dragons, the real dragon that soared between heaven and earth, all over the world!

Black, purple... Even a golden dragon appeared in Lei Huanxi's mind!

Brother Huanxi remained silent, which made Annie worry about him.

At this time, Bai Houchun also realized that Lei Huanxi would definitely not be able to draw dragons, and sneered: "It is good for young people to be arrogant, but they can't be so arrogant. Do you know how much the auction of the two dragons I drew at the beginning of the year? You don't know what it is to draw dragons!"

"Dragon, that's not the case!"

Lei Huanxi suddenly spoke.

Bai Houchun was stunned and then became a little angry.

Why is this kid blaming himself in front of so many people? What is he?

"Dragon, that's not the case!"

Lei Huanxi repeated his words and took a step forward: "The dragon you painted only has shape and no spirit. The dragon you painted only has skin and no charm. The real dragon is definitely not like this!"

Anne was stunned there too.

The brother Huanxi she knew never spoke like this. The brother Huanxi she knew was always calm and even a little hippie and slutty.

But what Brother Huanxi just said was aggressive and merciless.

Almost a bit domineering.

"You, you." Bai Houchun was so angry that she couldn't speak: "Come on, come on, let me see the dragon you drew."

Although his fame was made by Jiang Sheng using money, he really worked hard for many years in the journey of painting dragons.

Wherever he went, he was flattered as the world's number one dragon painting master.

But today, a junior boy accused him of not being able to draw dragons?

"Paper, pen!"

Brother Huanxi was not polite at all.

He really knows how to draw dragons?

Ouyang Chi was also a little curious and quickly asked someone to prepare a new paper and pen.

Everyone was suspicious, only He Yanrong believed it.

Mr. Lei can understand his paintings. Then he must be good at painting by himself.

Lei Huanxi held the pen.

As soon as he saw his pen holding, Bai Houchun immediately showed a sarcastic smile on his face.

He was not even in the right way to hold the pen!

Jiang Bin was relieved, and today he could finally see Lei Huanxi appear ugly.

Lei Huanxi didn't care how others viewed him.

He is even in a state of forgetting both things and self.

Without ridicule or ridicule, he could not see anyone around him.

In his mind, dragons flashed through him.

The dragon was playing in the water... The dragon was sleeping loudly... The two dragons were fighting for a bright bead...

What else is that dragon doing?

Ah, I saw it clearly.

It plunged into the sea and then suddenly flew out of the sea and rushed into the sky.

It was a pure white dragon!

This white seems to be like the fat white...

Is it Xiaopang's father or mother?

Lei Huanxi was immersed in the dragon's world... He had no idea what he was doing at this time...

But everyone in the gallery saw it.

The pen in Lei Huanxi's hand was constantly drawing, and dragons appeared on the paper one by one.

vivid……

No. The dragon he wrote is alive!

If you look closely, you will find that these dragons are about to fly out of the painting!

No one has seen a dragon with his own eyes, but when they saw the dragon written by Lei Huanxi, they all felt this way:

This is the dragon!

What Lei Huanxi painted is the real dragon!

And Bai Houchun painted it? It was simply a snake!

Lei Huanxi couldn't feel it. The only thing he could feel was the existence of a dragon...

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Fragments kept appearing in Xiaopang's mind.

Lei Huanxi's body contained more than half of the spiritual power in the walnut, and even countless memories of the dragon were sealed in his mind.

It was all left by Xiaopang's father.

But he himself didn't know how to develop it.
To be continued...