Rustle...
Then there was a noise beside him, and the good disciple had already taken out the painting tools and started painting Lu Jin'an at this moment.
Seeing Nanzhi like this, she probably didn't notice Pei Wanyu's gaze, otherwise, she would certainly mutter a bit before starting to paint.
Then she looked at Mu Qingyue, whose eyes were covered with a black cloth, and seemed to 'look' with some envy at Nanzhi, who could paint, and then looked at Lu Jin'an... and the pomelo in her hand.
Then she patted her own chest.
Hmm?
What does this mean?
Xiao Yinruo felt puzzled, so he looked at the pomelo in Lu Jin'an's hand. Was there something special about that pomelo?
"The rind of this pomelo is really hard."
Behind the desk, Lu Jin'an muttered softly. The pomelo in his hand was naturally not an ordinary pomelo, but a fruit from the Wandao Sect's orchard.
