Chapter 807 Bai Chuwei's Paintings Are Not as Good as Kindergarten Children

Chapter 807 Bai Chuwei's Paintings Are Not as Good as Kindergarten Children

Qing Xuan slapped his forehead fiercely. He was so impressed that Senior White loved him so much that he forgot about such an important matter.

Although Senior White is highly cultivated, he is still young and ignorant of the world.

Li Can is very slick, and was slapped by the white predecessors and flew out. This time he must know that he is afraid, and he will definitely run!

They are monks, not ordinary people who need cars, planes and ships to escape.

They can walk across the sea and go straight back to Country A.

If he really fled back to Country A, it would be difficult to find Li Can again, and Senior White would have to suffer this dark loss.

Bai Chuwei played with her hair leisurely, and said casually, "Don't worry. Where's the manager? Where did you die?"

The manager, who was hiding in the dark, groaned in his heart, and crawled out from behind the large potted plant in the corner, crying, "Boss, spare your life, boss."

It is said that cultivators are terrifying, burn, kill, and loot, and do all kinds of evil. The little girl in front of her looks like a fairy who has descended from nine days. In the end, she is the top witch, the most terrifying existence!

Bai Chuwei sighed: "Is the old ancestor so scary? Are you afraid of this?"

Manager: "I'm not afraid, I'm not afraid!"

Bai Chuwei silently watched the manager shaking like a sieve, and she was not afraid to the depths, which made sense.

"Change the picture!"

When the manager heard this, his head nodded like a chicken pecking at rice, and he shouted loudly, "Quick, go get the Moon Shadow Map to Liu Shao. Are you stinging? Show Miss Bai and the others some tea!"

The Qingxuan faction was full of emotion. They were trapped here and treated like prisoners. As a result, when Bai Chuwei arrived, it was like the arrival of the queen, and all the good things were delivered.

Qing Xuan took the tea, but frequently probed the outside, and said with some anxiety: "Senior Bai, why don't you go outside and have a look."

He always felt that Li Can was about to run away.

Bai Chuwei calmly blew the mist over the hot tea, and said slowly, "Don't worry."

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The outside has been fried into a pot of porridge!

The immortal teacher who disappeared for nearly ten days finally reappeared in front of the public. In this appearance, he was about to paint Chinese paintings, which attracted much attention!

The head of the department of the Imperial Academy of Fine Arts was even more excited. With the level of things Bai Chuwei had brought out before, her Chinese painting level was definitely not bad, and maybe she could go to their Academy of Fine Arts.

As a result... the much-anticipated Bai Chuwei,

Without blush, he drew a big turtle on Boss Li's face! Still a sketch version!

"My nephew in kindergarten draws better than Teacher Shenxian." A female student said, covering her face.

Her boyfriend comforted her and said, "That's true, it's normal for Bai Chuwei not to draw. If she can draw Chinese paintings, and her level is as high as the famous paintings in the exhibition, then she is really a master of time management. "

There were guests on the opposite side who kept nodding: "You are right, young man. Teacher Shenxian has poor Chinese grades and can't draw. I finally feel that Teacher Shenxian is a little human-like."

Teacher Shenxian seems to know everything. I heard that there are some junior high school students who are obsessed with her on the Internet, and they firmly believe that Bai Chuwei is a real fairy.

Well now, Teacher Immortal finally feels a little more human.

She is not omnipotent!

She doesn't know how to draw, and her level of drawing is not as good as that of kindergarten children.

This is called real!

If you are a person, you have something you are not good at. Where can there be a perfect person?

It's that the tortoise draws really hot eyes.

Everyone was talking about it, and suddenly a body flew out of the back door like a parabola—! !