"You...you..." The old man could only spit out two words.

Xiao Baozi smiled, as if he was not afraid of the old man trying to stab the needle. Instead, he pointed to the painting on the wall and said, "Your painting is not good-looking, but... the things inside are also quite interesting... Actually, your red one is harmonized with human blood, right?"

"My father said, a painting can truly reflect the heart of a painter."

After all, the old man was old and knowledgeable, so he quickly calmed down, put down his hand, and asked with a smile: "Did you see the inner world of the person who painted this painting?"

Xiao Baozi said happily: "Of course I saw it..."

The old man became even more curious and asked, "Tell me, what did you see?"

The little bun pouted, "This... I seem to have a little lack of words. Please let me think about it!"

After a while, Xiao Baozi shouted happily: "I understand, it's... hideous, distorted... perverted, bloody..."

"The person who painted this painting must be a very distorted, crazy perverted person, and a guy who hopes to satisfy his perverted mentality through blood."

After saying that, Xiao Baozi ignored the old man's surprise and hesitated, and said, "I'm right, grandpa..."

The old man bent down slightly, and his two turbid eyes flashed with strange excitement, "You kid... are indeed extraordinary, you are right."

Xiao Baozi happily slapped Fatty in the face, "Oh, grandpa said right, that must be right..." He changed his voice, "After all, you are the one who paints, of course no one knows you better than you... Grandpa, what rewards are there?"

The old man's tone suddenly became cold: "What did you say?"

Xiao Baozi took a step back, bit his finger, and asked naively: "Didn't you say anything? Did I say it wrong? Didn't this painting be drawn by you?"

That’s right, the person in front of Xiao Baozi is the owner of this exhibition - Lu Chong.

The legendary mainstay of the painting world, the conscience of the painting world, Lu Chong, and Baishanweng.

His words were like dropping an atomic bomb in the old man's mind. The old man approached, like an old gray wolf approaching the little white rabbit, and asked gloomyly: "How did you... know?"

The little bun was so scared that he almost retreated, "I know that... You exuded the same breath as this painting. Isn't it difficult to see this?"

After he finished speaking, the old man was stunned.

After a while, he didn't move and said, "Grandpa, why don't you say it? I don't think I'm right?"

Xiao Baozi sighed and looked confused: "Oh...hat you really got it wrong? I... I'd better go down and ask my mother first."

He wanted to run out when he said this.

but--

As soon as he ran, the old man walked over and stood in front of him.

The old man changed his dull look just now, like a poisonous snake with fangs coming out of the road, and said to the little bun: "That's right, everything you said is right. You are the smartest, most spiritual and most insightful child I have ever seen... It's really impossible to make people not be moved."

The little bun seemed not to see the evil he showed, and said happily: "Ah, it's great, then I'll tell my mother quickly, I'm so awesome."
Chapter completed!