The orcs on the entire Dark Queen know that if one day Lin looks at you with that kind of kindness, innocent and enthusiastic look, then your wisest choice is to flash people, or knock yourself out!

Unfortunately, Miranda, who had just joined the gang, didn't know this truth yet, so he was immediately tragic...

After hearing Lin Taiping's inquiry, he didn't even need to be convinced. Miranda, who once sold paintings for a living, immediately patted her chest and proudly stated that she was an artist. Whether it was portraits, landscapes, landscapes, or the most secretive erotic paintings, he could take it all and put it down, ensuring that it was fast and good.

Very good, this is what you said!

It was rare to see someone jumping into the pit, and Lin Taiping was of course very satisfied. He immediately pulled Miranda into the cave, and took off the experimental sign at the door and replaced it with a wooden sign from the studio. As for what this studio does, only God knows.

Poor Miranda didn't know what would happen, and followed in with a pride on her face. A large group of orcs opened their eyes behind her and watched his weak back disappear into the shadow of the cave. Suddenly, he felt sad that the rabbit died and the fox was sad. Baizhu couldn't help but sigh: "Poor guy, he is dead... Then what, bet, bet, bet, I bet he can't last for a long time!"

As it turned out, Miranda's pseudo-boiled bird lasted for only three hours. When he came out of the cave again, his whole body was covered in haggard faces, and his eyes were covered with circles. He only knew to stare at the quill in his hand. He turned around and said in one sentence: "It's OK? It's OK? It's OK?"

What happened? Angelina and the orcs looked at each other, but Lin Taiping followed behind slowly and said happily: "There is nothing. I just told him the skills of painting, and told him to subvert traditions and be brave in innovation, and then... he became like this!"

No, Kobayashi, you actually know how to draw? Angelina suddenly felt awe-inspiring, what, is it that the crash course of the Dark Food Stall in Longhu Mountain these days is so powerful that in addition to teaching various mysterious Eastern methods, it is also responsible for cultivating students to develop in all aspects?

I have never eaten pork and seen pigs running. Lin Taiping happily accepted the praise. He patted Miranda on the shoulder: "Okay, Miranda, take a short rest for half an hour, and after you digest these contents, we will officially start painting. I think it will be almost done if you draw dozens of pictures a day."

Puff! Miranda, who was stunned, suddenly burst into blood and screamed like a killer. Don’t joke, how could she draw dozens of pictures? Please, I am a sentimental artist, an outstanding painter who is very popular among women, not a caring cabbage on the roadside.

The protest was ineffective. Lin Taiping completely ignored his resentment and dragged his tail into the cave. Angelina was still stupid enough to keep up. As a result, she directly hit the cold and hard stone door: "Sorry, the private studio refused to enter. Sister, you are responsible for cooking, washing dishes, serving tea and water!"

Damn it, damn it, Angelina's gossip fire burned, and she was scratching the door with her claws. A large group of orcs looked at each other. She felt curiosity surged up like a tide. It was so strange. What painting skills did Lin say that could make Miranda's sissy bird look so scared, and what did she have to draw? She actually painted dozens of pictures every day?

"I want to know too." Bazhao held his chin seriously, turned to look at Angelina, and suggested sincerely, "Sister, why don't you find a way to go in and take a look? Then what, Lin has always had a lot of ideas about you, as long as you go in and act cute, then pull the skirt up a little..."

The ultimate killing mystery was shot all ten thousand times! Angelina waved the fish tail fiercely and slapped all the unscrupulous bastards out, but she couldn't help but be confused.

You should know that painting is a very laborious artistic work. Even the most ordinary portraits of characters require long-term adjustments and modifications. When encountering those literary painters, you have to slowly cultivate your emotions. So the problem is that in this case, can that guy Miranda really make a lot of money by making dozens of shoddy paintings a day?

No one knows, nor can we know that in this tortured curiosity and expectation, time passes slowly. Half a month has passed, and poor Miranda stays in the door and is busy in the dark cave. However, when night falls, he often hears his grief and anger screams, which is so sad that the listener is crying...

However, Lin Taiping lived a very comfortable life. He moved a chair and sat on the beach fishing every day. He went to Miranda to search in the evening. He smiled at the sunset with a large stack of drawings. Occasionally, he would send it back to repaint, or praised it with satisfaction: "It's very good, the painting is getting closer and closer. If you continue to draw like this, it's not a big problem to earn more than 100,000 gold coins."

Hundreds of thousands? Hundreds of thousands of gold coins? Hundreds of thousands of shining gold coins?

Curiosity will kill a fish. Angelina was eager and curious. She was biting her fingers desperately when she watched from the side. In the end, she couldn't help but pull her skirt up a little according to Baizhu's unscrupulous suggestion, and looked at Lin Taiping with that pitiful expression: "Little Linzi, can we exchange it? I'll let you see a little, and you can let me see a little..."

There is no love at all! Lin Taiping refused with righteousness, and then before Angelina ran away, she wisely escaped into the cave and closed the door. The depressed Angelina gritted her teeth outside and directly grabbed Baizhu's neck and shook it hard. Damn, damn, don't you bastards say that as long as you are a man, you won't refuse this trick?

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The centipedes were so aggrieved that they burst into tears. Angelina became even more angry. What's wrong with the fish tail? My fish tail is slender, beautiful and smooth, much better than those white thighs. You must know that in order to keep the scales smooth and neat, I have to spend two hours massage and combing every day, and even the time to count gold coins has been reduced.

Well, if Angelina continued, she could give a lecture on how to maintain her tail. Fortunately, at this moment, the sound of horns suddenly came from the shallow blue sea. A silver-white clutch was covered with sails and slowly sailed in the sea breeze. The new mark on the side of the ship indicated that it belonged to the recently established Golden Commercial Alliance.

A few minutes later, before the Clippers could dock on the temporary dock, Mr. Crent jumped down with his box. The president of the Black Chamber of Commerce was very proud recently, and he was fatter again. He waved his hand warmly from a distance: "Hi, Angelina, I brought a new deposit here... Well, where is my dear brother-in-law?"

Can you be more shameless? Angelina shook her fish tail angrily and pointed at the cave gate: "Where is there! Xiaolinzi pulled a peacock who had just joined the gang, and was preparing to make a lot of money there... Oh, I haven't finished talking yet!"

There is no need to finish listening. When Mr. Crent heard the three words "making big money", he immediately burned in the small universe. He immediately rushed over like a giant siege, and directly broke into the door with passion. Angelina and Baizhu followed closely behind, and all rushed in like a swarm-

In the dim cave, there was a three-legged wooden table, with drawings scattered all over the ground everywhere. Miranda, with a haggard face, lay on the table, drawing in pain with two dark circles. Looking at the gritting teeth, she seemed to want to crumple the drawing paper into a ball and swallow it into her stomach...

But who cares about his feelings?

Crent rushed in without even looking at it. He grabbed Lin Taiping with dust on his head, his face filled with laughter and his fat flesh trembled: "Lin, my dear Lin, I heard that you have a new money-making plan. Come and see it for me, where is it, where is it?"

That is, we have to see, Angelina and the orcs agree deeply, Baizhu even planned to go up and grab the drawings, Lin Taiping looked at them with a smile, finally put down the hot tea in his hand, slowly stretched out his hand: "Okay, okay, actually, it hasn't been completely sorted out, but since you can't wait..."

As he said this, he took out a stack of newly bound drawings from his arms and threw them on the table casually. One third of a second later, Mr. Crent rushed up like a hungry wolf who saw the bones, but Angelina's movements were obviously faster. She rolled the flexibly fish tail and immediately snatched the drawings.

"I'll read first, I'll read first." Ignoring Mr. Crent's resentful expression, Angelina opened the drawing with satisfaction, her eyebrows and eyes widened and her scales were glowing. "It's not easy, it's not easy. After waiting for a full half month, I was finally the first to see...uh?"

As soon as she was released, she suddenly felt as if she had been immersed in a detached magic. She was stunned and looked at the manuscript in a daze. Baizhu next to her was very curious and couldn't help but come over: "Let me see it too, let me see what kind of painting it is, which can actually make more than 100,000 yuan...uh?"

A few seconds later, the centipedes that stretched their necks suddenly became petrified, and their lips trembled slightly and couldn't speak. Mr. Crent finally rushed into the crowd with difficulty, his face flushed and desperately snatched the stack of drawings: "What's wrong with you? What's so strange about it? Isn't it just a stack of drawings...uh?"

In a blink of an eye, the originally noisy and crowded cave suddenly became silent. A large group of guys were all stunned, staring at the stack of drawings with their eyes curled up, and their faces were indescribable. Only Lin Taiping still held the tea and took a sip from time to time. It was only a few more small cakes to be perfect.

A long time later, a sea breeze blew from outside the cave. Mr. Crent suddenly trembled in fat. He came to his senses as if he had realized it. He stared at the strange draft in his hand. After reading it for a long time, he finally couldn't help but wipe his cold sweat and stammered his hand and asked-
Chapter completed!