Chapter 1277

Blue Cang also saw a flaw, slender fingers stroked the redundant lines, concise way, "someone deliberately destroyed your painting."

Wen Xing nodded.

He frowned slightly. Wen Xing's painting skill is very good. He is very smart. Whether it's landscape or trees, it seems to have vitality. If you hand it in, you will get a high score. It's no exaggeration to take it to the competition.

Smell star like a salted fish paralyzed in bed, "is which son of a bitch dry?"

She recalled that she had five or six suspects.

But for now, it's not crucial to find the murderer. The key is that she has to give her work to the professor tomorrow morning, otherwise

She's going to take a minor course for another year, and she's going to be a repeater!

For a god of learning, it's just unbearable!

Although she never mind the ridicule of others, if someone dares to ridicule her studies and intelligence, she can't bear it!

After thinking about it for a while, Wen Xing made a quick decision and said, "I can only draw another one casually to hand over the assignment!"

Now I'm just trying to get through.

She got up and brought the painting tools. Fortunately, she brought these things here a few days ago, otherwise it would be too late to mend.

He put up his easel, smelling the star sitting on the stool, racking his brains to draw something. I don't know when LAN Cang came over. He took a look at the wall clock.

"It's almost eleven o'clock. Is it time?"

Smell star heart crazy, shriveled mouth way, "of course too late."

But she can't wait to die. At least she tried.

Blue Cang one eye saw her idea, some can't help but lift up lips, "you this method is not good."

Smell Xingsheng loveless look at him, "you line you up."

He didn't care about the catchphrase with her. He pushed her on the shoulder and said, "get out of the way."

Wen Xing gave way and saw that he sat down slowly, took out a slightly thinner brush, dipped in a little dark gray pigment, and began to fill the damaged area.

Wen Xing widened his eyes and blurted out, "can you even draw?"

Blue Cang did not squint at the work, leisurely way, "did not learn, but it does not look very difficult."

Wen Xing

Hum, who can I show you?

She sat with her chest in her arms and wanted to laugh at LAN Cang when he failed.

As a result, when I saw half of it, I was inexplicably appreciating his painting posture.

His movements of holding the pen are very professional. In his upright posture, he is calm and elegant, with a lazy smile in his mouth.

This bad man can conquer the world by his appearance.

"All right."

LAN Cang suddenly opened his mouth and let Wen Xing be stunned. His eyes fell on the painting again.

Her eyes slightly, suspecting that she was hallucinating, only to see that a few abrupt lines turned into sharp edges of strange stones, the environment was deepened by him a bit, and the color was a little darker than hers.

One of the longest, thickest and most disharmonious lines was transformed into antlers by him, and the outline of the elk was faintly visible.

Wen Xing's mouth opened wide in surprise. She didn't want to make it up by herself, but the line was too rough and conspicuous. She thought of several ways to make it impossible. She didn't expect that the artistic conception in her painting was not less, but more exquisite after the modification of LAN Cang.

LAN Cang looked at her and said with a smile, "the corner of the forest at night should be like this."

Smell star surprise of hugged his neck, in his cheek Baji, smile of see teeth not see eyes.

"Husband, you are so good!"