Mu Qiuniang looked at Jiang Nuo, who had regained his energy, thinking it was her comforting words that had worked, and decided not to bother him anymore, lowering her head to continue drawing.
Jiang Nuo leaned in closer.
He discovered that Mu Qiuniang was truly skilled at drawing. With just a pencil and simple sketching, she could bring out the majestic presence of the Black Flood Dragon so vividly—it almost seemed like a real dragon leaping off the paper.
He even felt that if he reached out to touch it, it would definitely bite him.
Was it just his imagination? He thought he saw the dragon winking at him.
Mu Qiuniang's expression shifted, her gaze locked tightly on the Black Flood Dragon on the plain paper: Behave yourself!
The Black Flood Dragon looked innocent: I didn't do anything.
Mu Qiuniang: If you misbehave, I'll tear you apart.
The Black Flood Dragon felt aggrieved: Fine. It was just bored and wanted to have a little fun—but even that wasn't allowed.
