An Rao agreed to the friend request, and the bronze alternate account sent an apprenticeship request.
After accepting this disciple, An Rao immediately felt extremely responsible. When she saw her disciple's poor account, she instantly gave him more than ten skins.
Then, she said domineeringly, "Little disciple, don't worry. If you follow Master, Master will bring you to the King Realm."
Bo Xiao flipped through An Rao's miserable results in the single row and chuckled in his heart. 'I'll believe your ghost.'
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In the Qing University classroom, the setting sun passed through the creepers and shone on the podium. Xia Wanyuan was teaching the students how to draw boneless paintings.
She waved the brush on the Xuan paper, her figure forever as straight as a bamboo.
"Everyone, you can learn how I used the brush just now."
Xia Wanyuan had a coldness that repelled others thousands of miles away.
