Chapter 1839

Soon, the Dragon God came back with a lot of things in his arms.

Shen Yanxiao glanced at it casually, and found that there was only one thing in the Dragon God's hand, that is, painting!

Those paintings Shen Yanxiao had seen in the corridor before are the abstract paintings comparable to those of modern Picasso. What should the Dragon God do with such a large number of paintings instead of collecting some gold, silver and jewelry?

"That's what you're going to pack?" Shen Yanxiao's mouth slightly twitches. If she had known that the goal of the Dragon God was these, she would never have given him time to clean up.

The Dragon God didn't feel how shocking his practice was. He looked at Shen Yanxiao happily and nodded.

"This is all my baby! Most precious. " Said the Dragon God also with the incomparably treasured eyes, looked at that pile of paintings.

Shen Yanxiao is speechless. She thinks it's a wise decision for the LORD God not to let the Dragon God take things to the divine kingdom!

"Is there anything special about these paintings?" Shen Yanxiao asked tentatively.

The Dragon God raised his head and said with a proud expression: "I drew them all by myself! It's all my best work! "

With a crash, Shen Yanxiao's chin fell directly to the ground.

These abstract paintings that people can't understand are the works of dragon gods?

Shen Yanxiao looked at the strong dragon gods comparable to armored vehicles and the super abstract paintings with unimaginable eyes.

What do you think, she doesn't think Dragon God is a "literary youth" who likes painting!

Who could have imagined that a muscular boy who was strong enough to frighten the crying children would be a picture of sweating on this thin paper with a brush that was not as thick as his fingers?

Shen Yanxiao fantasized for a while, and instantly became a spiritualist.

That picture is too broken, but she has a strong psychological endurance and dare not think about it for a moment.

"Dragon gods like painting?" Shen Yanxiao looks at Xiu with a stiff expression.

Hugh nodded.

"He's going to be a portrait of every defeated man."

Shen Yanxiao says it's very creepy. This kind of painting ability can make you understand what you draw?

"But after the painting, no one knows what it is." Repair the light opening.

"They don't know art! Painters like me, only real artists can appreciate it! " Whispered the Dragon God.

Shen Yanxiao is surprised that she doesn't have any artistic cells. Her appreciation of art is entirely based on the evaluation value. In modern society, she has stolen many surrealist paintings, and she can also find the art from the painting skills of various masters.

But

These paintings of Dragon God

Forget it, she'd better not think so much!

Every Dragon has the right to pursue its dream.

"Well, you put things in the ring first." Shen Yanxiao decided not to think about the connection between the fierce man and the painting any more. She opened a ring to let the Dragon God put those paintings in.

The Dragon God looks very careful, as if he has no treasure in his hand.

Shen Yanxiao's mouth is straight.

Shen Yanxiao put the body of the Dragon God into the ring. The Dragon God didn't express any dissatisfaction with such simple and rude behavior. He paid more attention to the paintings.

When the things are ready, Shen Yanxiao and their family are finally leaving the palace.

Dragon God contentedly takes Shen Yanxiao, Xiu and Taotie to another exit of dragon hall.