An Xixia has seen people put gold on their faces, but never seen people put gold on their faces like this. She grinned and said: "Thank you for your teaching, uncle. I will definitely hang your old man's teachings together with your portrait."
In the West, three sticks of incense are burned every morning and worshiped every day."
Ye Youran frowned, only the dead would draw pictures and let people worship them. This girl's mouth is really very sharp, so she can't suffer any loss.
But he felt that he could still bear such a courtesy from her, so he took out the painting from behind and handed it to her and said, "You're welcome."
An Xixia asked: "What is this?"
"My portrait!" Ye Youran said calmly: "Didn't you ask me for a portrait?"
An Xixia was stunned for a moment before she understood what he meant. Damn, she has met countless people, but she has never seen such a top-notch person. She gave someone a portrait for the first time they met. How narcissistic does this person have to be?
She looked him up and down and saw that he was dressed in white clothes that were as clean as snow and not stained by dust. He looked like a humble gentleman. Damn, he was just gold and jade on the outside but everything was broken inside.
Her eyes moved slightly, she took the portrait and said, "Does uncle carry the portrait with him every day?"
"That's not the case." Ye Youran said calmly: "I just saw that your hand was broken and it was not easy to draw my portrait. I was also afraid that you would miss the deadline for paying homage tomorrow, so I took my last picture.
My beloved portrait is given to you."
An Xixia felt that she had met the best of the best, and she asked very calmly: "Uncle is really considerate, and the little girl admires it very much. I wonder if uncle should put the teachings he just taught on the painting?"
"You can have this." Ye Youran said slowly.
His fingers moved somehow, and the painting in An Xixia's hand suddenly unfolded. In the painting, Ye Youran was reading a book with a calm and elegant expression. His fingers flicked slightly, and he wrote lightly in the air.
On the left side, a line of words appeared: "Women must be reserved."
When An Xixia saw this scene, she felt as if she had bumped into a monster. Damn it, does this guy still have gravity in his eyes? He wrote in the air. Damn, she had read acupoints in the air in a martial arts novel. This guy could actually teleport through the air.
Writing, is there anything more evil in this world than this?
After Ye Youran finished writing, he gently closed his fingers and said, "It's done."
As soon as he finished speaking, the scroll fell into An Xixia's hands again.
An Xixia glanced at him. At this time, she fully understood that the vicious-tongued man in front of her was many times stronger than her. She coughed lightly and said, "Thank you, uncle, for the words."
Ye Youran's eyes were still calm and said: "You're welcome, you call me uncle. As an elder, I definitely need to give you some gifts. It's just that I gave you a gift, what gift are you going to give me?"
An Xixia calmly picked up a stone from the ground and handed it over and said, "Give it to you."
Ye Youran glanced at her and said, "Is your gift too casual?"
"It's okay." An Xixia said calmly, "As uncle can see, I have nothing of value and am a waste. I am also despised by my family and plotted by my peers. There is nothing valuable around me, only this stone."
Ye Youran glanced at her and put the stone into his arms with great disgust, but said lightly: "I gave myself to you. It's too light for you to repay the gift with a stone. No matter what, I have to wrap it up and send it to you."