In Chapter 3037, his baby is disliked for its rich ink and pure color.

Xiaofu Dapao.

It turns out that people here do not need to grind ink on the spot.

Luo Xun's slender white fingertips skimmed through the brushes on the shelf one by one, and finally took a delicate wolf's hair.

stained with ink, he wrote quietly.

The word above is the poem read to Xiahou Liu Yin in the morning.

When he wrote "Swans are not as fat as you", the young man's eyebrows were filled with joy and he couldn't help saying, "This sentence is really the finishing touch."

a stroke of ink, miss the city....