After tasting the mediocre coffee, the three of them finally prepared to check the goods.
However, Zhao Guang looked at a huge piece of Blue and White Porcelain in front of him, and he could not take it seriously.
Its wholly white base, and the blue patterns looked so elegant. But if those patterns were to move, it would feel very strange. The blue patterns were constantly wriggling.
The reason was simple because this Blue and White Porcelain was alive, or maybe it was supposed to be porcelain.
"Ocoro, what the hell are you doing?" Count Yars, who was in a good mood before, suddenly became furious.
Indeed, the huge Blue and White Porcelain in front of them was Ocoro, who had painted the porcelain patterns all over his body. He recalled that the books he brought last time described Blue and White Porcelain.
But those were porcelain, not something that could be turned into body art.
