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... "I don't have time, so I'm here." Huang Xian said lightly.
"Then... well..." Although Zhao Chuanhua was upset, he could only draw here.
Flatten the three-point paper, Zhao Chuanhua rubbed it with Huaye inkstone and Guantianye ink, picked up the painting soul brush, looked at Huangxian carefully for a moment, and said with a smile: "Junior sister, when I paint, you must Don't move around, otherwise it will destroy the artistic conception, and it will be difficult to leave the c ...
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