Mafia Don And His 7 Sisters by Bryson Salazar

Chapter 114

Chapter 114 I am Master of Clouds

The two middle–aged men were not convinced by each other. They immediately walked to the study and put out the pen, ink, paper and inkstone, preparing to compete.

But what would they draw?

Mr. Kurds suggested, “I remember that when we first met the senior, we were in the school’s Lotus Pond. Why don’t we draw the lotus? Let’s see who have more imagination.”

Drawing without real objects was not only a test of drawing, but also a test of connection.

Hearing this, Mr. Wood was unhappy and said angrily, “Come on! How dare you mention the senior? I think you are just showing off your wife here today.”

At that time, they chased after the senior together, but Mr. Kurds won, and he fell in love with her. Mr. Wood was so angry that he didn’t talk to Mr. Kurds for several days. At last, he asked Mr. Kurds to treat him a big meal in the canteen of the school to vent his hatred.

The scene was a sweet memory for Mr. Kurds, but for Mr. Wood, it was a rotten youth.

He wouldn’t draw.

Seeing this, Mr. Kurds suddenly patted his thigh and said, “Then draw a bird!”

“A bird?”

Mr. Wood searched his memory and found that the memory of the senior in his mind indeed had nothing to do with birds, so he nodded and said, “Okay, birds then.”

So, they each occupied a table and began to paint.

John felt it interesting, and he stood aside and looked at them without saying anything.

After a while, they finished their paintings one after another and couldn’t wait to ask John to judge

them.

just need to tell

he couldn’t make any comments.

looked at him

and said, “Since then, I will make my

took over Mr. Kurds‘ painting, looked at it for a while

painting is very serious, and the

sense of power. The bird in the painting, raising its head, has a long

its neck, stands

that, Mr. Kurds and Mr. Wood were

they could say anything, John immediately

continued,

Wood’s painting, although its workmanship is not bad, the brush and

is even messier. Mr. Wood, are

“Mr. Lopez, you…”

looked at

he wanted to draw the same

suddenly thought of

wife was alive, she often accompanied

the influence of this emotion, his painting style

more and more chaotic later

used evil things to

emotional change was reflected in his painting. It was

those who were truly sensible and reached the state of seeing

truly discover

through the painting, Mr. Lopez could see

was so accurate.

that he was a master of painting and

They were both shocked.

didn’t expect Mr. Lopez to have such a high level of appreciation

said, “Mr. Lopez, since you are also a cultivator, why don’t you draw a painting and let us admire

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