The belly of the dark emperor

Chapter 111 No Chance to Run
"Stay back!" He raised his hand slightly, and said in a cold voice, he had already walked to the desk, and his slender fingers gently stroked the stack of white paper.

"Yes!" Everyone retreated and closed the door carefully.

Huangfu Minghan picked up the pen, looked at the white paper, and was slightly lost in thought. The corners of his mouth slowly turned up. At this moment, it seemed that all the light was broken, and hit his stern and picturesque face. nice.

After a while, he picked up his pen and began to move.

Slender fingers with well-defined joints, jade-like fingers lightly clinging to the black pen holder, flowing clouds and water on the paper, and the wonderful pen produces flowers. He tilted his head slightly, and a few strands of hair fell down gently. His deep eyebrows and eyes were serious. His expression, his cold and resolute side face is heroic.

Soon, a portrait was completed, and the people in the painting looked lifelike and lifelike, as if jumping off the paper.

The one on the portrait was none other than Nalan Qingyu disguised as a man, or it could be said that that face was Nalan Qingli's.

The person on the picture scroll is personable, with star-like eyes, suave and suave, with a cold arrogance and playfulness in his brows, which are particularly attractive.

The corner of Huangfu Minghan's mouth slowly curled into an evil smile, and his shiny fingertips slowly stroked the cheek of the person in the painting.

"I'm not afraid of you running away, but I'm afraid that you won't even have the chance to run next time." Huangfu Minghan's low and sweet voice sounded, and he talked to the picture scroll.

Afterwards, he put the painting aside, and then started drawing again.

After only a few strokes, his pretty brows frowned, very dissatisfied with this painting.

Pressing his five fingers on the paper, he squeezed the paper into a ball, and with a flick of his hand, he swept it directly to the ground.

He kept drawing, frowning, his pool-like eyes kept flashing a few cold lights, and the white paper was constantly being crushed into balls of waste paper.

Not long after, there were dozens of paper balls scattered all over the place, scattered everywhere.

However, Huangfu Minghan was still sitting there, holding his strokes and continuing to draw, with an attitude of swearing not to give up until he finished the painting. There were white paper balls all around him, and a few sporadic strokes could be vaguely seen from each paper ball. Know that he is painting portraits.

The sky gradually turned white, until there was only the last sheet left in the stack of white papers. He took a deep breath, raised the pen and put it down again. It's getting smoother.

Slowly, a peerless beauty suddenly appeared on the scroll.

His slender fingers put the brush on the brush and inkstone, then picked up the picture scroll he had just drawn, and looked at it carefully. While watching, the corners of his mouth also raised slightly.

The woman in the portrait, because she has no other colors, is simply black and white, and the black dress she wears is simple and mysterious.

She has a beautiful face, shoulders are shaved, waist is plain, and her temperament is like orchid. The corners of her mouth are slightly upturned, outlining a faint smile, which seems to be a smile but not a smile.

There was a hint of desolation in her charming phoenix eyes, and the light of wisdom exuded in her black pupils, with bright eyebrows.

The long black hair was casually draped over her shoulders, spread out like smooth silk, as if there was light shining on the top of her head, the black hair had fine halos of light, it was so beautiful!!!
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