After rebirth, I became the villain's little ancestor

Chapter 179

"This is His Royal Highness the Prince."

"The painting is really beautiful."

"It's a pity that it only looks similar, but it has no spirit."

Someone shouted.

Ling Jingyu's enchanting face is hard to forget after one glance.

And Mo Bilian is a great painter, making the peach blossom forest so lifelike, and even making Ling Jingyu's painting seem to come alive.

However, no matter how good the drawing skills are, it only draws Ling Jingyu's appearance, not his nobleness and evildoer.

Form but no spirit.

It's not that Mo Bilian's painting skills are bad, but that Ling Jingyu's demeanor can't be described with strokes and words.

But I have to say that Ling Jingyu has drawn three points, which is enough to show that she is a good painter.

Mo Bilian eagerly looked up at Ling Jingyu, she was drawing him, did he know?
Ling Jingyu raised his head and glanced, his eyes were dark, then he moved his eyes away without showing any sign.

Mo Bilian immediately couldn't figure out what he was thinking.

Could it be because of Mo Yunzhao that His Highness is hiding his intentions?

Ling Yongnian looked at the painting, his eyes also sank.

Sure enough, Mo Bilian was about to climb another branch.

The girls who participated in the election in the same batch had completed their paintings one after another, and it was almost impossible to see it against the backdrop of Mo Bilian.

Only Mo Yunzhao was still painting, and soon she became the focus, and there were many discussions about her.

The color of her paintings is relatively light and dense. In everyone's eyes, it is like holding a pen and drawing casually. Besides, her body is blocking it, so they can't see much.

Everyone didn't expect much from her. If she wasn't the city lord, they would call her to step down at this time, so don't waste everyone's time.

Although they didn't yell out loud, everyone lowered their heads and whispered their disgust at this moment, which was almost the same.

But Mo Bici yelled: "Patriarch Tu, don't wait any longer, Mo Yunzhao ghost drawing amulets will only waste time, just pronounce the sentence."

Ling Jingyu looked at her coldly from the side.

Mo Yunlan snatched the sword from Nie You's arms, "Jiji again, see if I don't tear your mouth."

Fu Liu patted the big white tiger's head, "Look at it, if she says a word, she will bite."

The menacing group of people made Mo Bici shrink her neck in fright, and soon stiffened her neck again.

She didn't dare to speak anymore, but she showed enough contempt and disdain.

The hourglass is still going on, and Mo Yunzhao has not stopped.

Under the scorching sun, the crowd was already waiting restlessly, regardless of Mo Yunzhao's status as the city lord.

"If you don't know how to draw, just admit defeat."

"Painting ghosts over there, pretending to be a deep master."

……

Someone spoke, and suddenly felt an inexplicable weight on his body, and then his legs softened, slapped, and his knees fell to the ground.

Then someone said Mo Yunzhao, and some people knelt down one after another, shut up, and became quiet.

The people who were still standing looked at the kneeling man in amazement.

What's wrong with them, can't they stand still?
If you have to kneel, can you still see this?
In the strange atmosphere, a gong and drum sounded suddenly.

"time up."

As the last drop of the hourglass was finished, and with Patriarch Tu's voice falling, Mo Yunzhao took the last sum.

She readily turned away.

The people who were drowsy just now woke up immediately, and they all poked their heads, wanting to see what Mo Yunzhao drew.

"It's just a talisman, what's there..."

good-looking.

Before Mo Bici could say these three words, she swallowed them as soon as she raised her head.

She was amazed.

(End of this chapter)