He asked Mu Ziran to throw away all the paintings Lin Qi practiced.

There was only one left, and he was reluctant to throw it away.

That painting contains the blessings of eighteen generations of someone's ancestors.

It was that stroke that inspired Lin Qi to advance his demon painting progress by a full day.

Lin Qi felt that it was his mascot and that it was worth preserving forever as a souvenir.

So, he put that piece of drawing paper in his physical version of "Introduction to Painting Demons",

She just lay quietly in his bookcase, accompanying him, watching his demon painting skills improve day by day.

Fang Yue sensed Taotie's will and approached step by step.

She found the drawing paper.

Open,

There is only one stroke on the drawing paper,

A natural stroke!

Taotie's strong will spreads out from that stroke.

Although as time goes by, Taotie's will has weakened,

But Fang Yue can still clearly feel Lin Qi's demon painting skills from that stroke!

"sand!"

The drawing paper slipped from my hand,

At this time, Fang Yue was stunned!

"He...really drew it?"

"He had no one to teach him, so he just relied on self-taught to draw?"

Fang Yue is not an evil painter,

But she stayed with Fang Dashun and also studied demon painting for a period of time.

In Fang Dashun's opinion, his daughter's qualifications are not enough to become a top demon painter.

But if it's only at a moderate level, Fang Yue still has hope.

Fang Yue had Fang Dashunjiao, but it took her a full year to draw her first stroke.

Lin Qi had no one to teach him, but only more than ten days had passed since he learned that there was a painting demon!

If Fang Yue is expected to become a mid-level demon painter,

So, Lin Qi, what height can he reach?

top notch!

The absolute top demon painter!

And with such a monster's qualifications, in Fang Dashun's eyes, he doesn't even have the qualifications to get started?

Fang Yue smiled. She admired her father from the bottom of her heart.

With such a discerning eye, how dare he lead the fourth-ranked Demon Academy in the country?

Fang Yue's self-confidence suddenly returned,

Because her father always calls her trash,

So, she can definitely do it!

She swears!

Her father will be her guiding light from now on.

As long as dad says it’s bad, it must be the best!

A wise eye recognizes pearls and Fang Dashun!

"No! I must make these words into a banner and hang it in my father's dean's office!"

Fang Yue didn't hesitate anymore, she immediately dialed Fang Dashun's number again.

"What's wrong? Have you given all the sacrifices I ordered to Hayashi Qi?"

"Dad! You are a pig!"

"Although your father and I rarely hit anyone, this is not the reason for your following crimes!"

"Lin Qi only relied on self-study, and he drew the first will of the contracted monster in just ten days!"

"..."

"dad?"

"etc."

"What's the matter?"

"I'm looking for a pen."

"What are you looking for a pen for?"

"I'm going to blind my titanium alloy dog ​​eyes!"

"I support you!"

"..."

"Is it done?"

"You leaky little cotton-padded jacket!"

…

Mu Ziran had just finished drying the laundry and came to the second floor with a mop and bucket.

Although the floors in the entire dormitory are very clean,

However, Mu Ziran will still carry out mopping and cleaning on time according to his own schedule.

When she arrived at the second floor, Fang Yue had already left on his own.

It’s just that Mu Ziran has been absent-minded,

So, she didn't find out.

The study door is open,

Mu Ziran frowned,

Although she said that Fang Yue could look anywhere he wanted,

But she didn't want Fang Yue to break into Lin Qi's study.

She had been thinking so much that she had ignored this point.

Lin Qi spends most of his time at home in his study.

Mu Ziran felt that that was the most important thing for Lin Qi and should not be desecrated.

She put down the bucket and mop, wiped her hands with her apron,

She walked to the study door and wanted to persuade Fang to make an appointment.

However, she did not see Fang Yue, only a piece of drawing paper fell to the ground.

Mu Ziran frowned,

People who are good at housekeeping all have one thing in common:

Obsessive-compulsive disorder!

Mu Ziran would never tolerate it,

Letting such a piece of drawing paper fall on the floor will destroy the overall cleanliness and tidiness of the room.

She wiped her hands on her apron again,

Taking small steps, I walked over.

She picked up the drawing paper and was thinking about how to clean it up.

Suddenly, she heard a low and evil voice.

"Girl!"

Mu Ziran was startled,

She is just a mortal girl, she is afraid of ghosts.

The only person who might still be in the dormitory now is Fang Yue.

Fang Yue, on the other hand, could not produce such a deep male voice.
To be continued...