I! Lord of the Earth! After Retirement, the Gods and Demons Have Recovered!

The next morning.

Huangjiang University.

Due to the attack of the demon clan yesterday, many parts of the school were damaged.

Especially the school gate, even the wall is half collapsed.

There are also many houses with signs of fire.

Makes the whole school a mess.

In addition, martial arts courses need to be added to the class schedule.

And it is still added as the main course.

It takes time to prepare for classes and personnel arrangements.

So the school decided to take a day off for the whole school.

However, I was afraid that the monsters would attack again, so I set another rule.

You are not allowed to leave the campus for a short period of time.

This made all the students depressed.

It's too boring to have a good vacation, no classes, and no going out to play! Just when everyone thinks so.

The school also quickly gave countermeasures! "Due to special reasons, the school art exhibition competition was held ahead of schedule today! All works will be displayed next to the flower beds near the school gate!"

"Students who have nothing to do for the time being can go to the school gate to visit and select, and cast your vote!"

This broadcast is out.

Immediately, the students who were so busy were agitated.

Holding the idea that I have nothing to do if I'm bored anyway, it's better to go out for a walk, and collectively rushed to the school gate.

After you arrive.

Everyone looked at Ling Ran's eye-catching paintings, and their depressed mood finally improved.

after all.

As a student of Huangjiang University, there is definitely no problem in the level of literature and art.

Those who dare to participate are naturally more powerful.

Some paintings are not even weaker than professional painters! For a while.

The crowd watched with relish.

Just haven't rushed to vote yet.

After all, everyone only has one vote in their hands. If they vote without watching the entire field, it will be too late to regret seeing a better one.

Just when people thought so.

Sudden.

Everyone froze in front of a painting.

His eyes were fixed on the drawing board, unable to move for a long time.

After a long time.

The person in the lead couldn't help but exclaimed: "What the hell is he meowing!"

I saw that among the many excellent works, a 'painting' that was completely blacked out was extremely prominent! It was like a cactus was mixed into a thousand flowers! It stings everyone's nerves "This is true. Can it be called painting?"

"I think this thing is just graffiti at all and it is a nonsense scribble!!!"

"Haha, I laughed so hard, how dare you compete at this level!"

The crowd couldn't help but laugh.

It's not malicious, it's just that the picture in front of me is really indescribable.

The whole book is pitch black, and there are a few unfilled gaps.

It's almost impossible for obsessive-compulsive disorder to exist! At this moment.

There was an exclamation from the side again.

"Um"

"Could it be that someone else drew something terrifying!"

The crowd came to hear the news.

I subconsciously thought that someone else was scribbling blindly.

But after seeing the painting clearly, everyone's expressions could not help but tremble.

"Which master's masterpiece is this!"

A group of students froze in front of the easel, dumbfounded.

Only on the drawing board in front of him is a vivid portrait.

A handsome man is holding on to a paintbrush, looking down and thinking.

The artist's skill is superb, and every detail is basically expressed.

From the outline of a man's face to the handsomeness between his brows.

From the concentration in the eyes, to the casualness of pinching the brush.

From the wrinkles on the skin to every hair.

All details.

All of them are completely vivid! It's as if the man in the painting appeared clearly in front of everyone's eyes! "This kind of painting skills, even if they are compared to real painters, are worthwhile."

"Yes, the most important thing is that I can still feel the author's intention and affection from this painting!"

"Why do you say that!"

"Are you stupid? If you didn't pay attention, how could you even remember every hair so carefully!"

"Well, that seems to be the case."

"Haha, so the author should be a girl."

"Don't look at the name, it seems to be a man."

One person silently pointed to the author's name under the drawing board.

When everyone heard the sound, they subconsciously looked down.

Wait until you see the word 'Ye Bai'.

The crowd fell into silence.

At the same time, bad thoughts popped into my mind.

Ye Bai, who is the party involved, is sitting by the lake fishing while relaxing in the sun.

Liu Yiyi, who was following a worm on the side, looked at the lake that had not moved for a long time, and couldn't help but feel a little bored: "Brother Ye Bai, why did you suddenly want to come fishing?"

"Don't ask, ask is to cultivate sentiment."

Ye Bai stretched his waist and said leisurely.

Liu Yiyi: ""

Obviously.

This kind of thing that needs quiet is very unsuitable for Liu Yiyi who escapes.

But she, who wanted to be with Ye Bai, was reluctant to leave.

I could only wait and bask in the sun with Ye Bai.

at this time.

Suddenly, a figure rushed over.

"Um"

When the two heard the movement, they looked up subconsciously.

He saw a familiar robe.

"Master! Why are you here?"

Liu Yiyi asked curiously.

"Uh, the old man came here, of course, to get that black box back."

Zhang Daowei looked at the other party as if he had forgotten about this, and couldn't help being a little speechless.

"Black Box!"

Liu Yiyi propped her chin up, as if she was thinking hard.

After a while, he came to his senses: "Oh! I remembered, that's what happened."

"Cough, it's not a question of whether this is the case, little girl, the key is where is that box now?"

Zhang Daowei asked solemnly.

After all, the things in the black box are not ordinary things, so he doesn't dare to take it lightly! Hearing this, Liu Yiyi thought about it, and then said, "I remember that I gave it to Brother Ye Bai."

"Brother Ye Bai"

Zhang Daowei looked strange, looked at Ye Bai who was fishing, and asked, "Is the black box in your hands?"

"Um."

Ye Bai didn't deny it, and nodded.

"Can you give it back to me?"

"certainly."

While speaking, Ye Bai took out the black box.

Seeing this, Zhang Daowei breathed a sigh of relief.