C595 Painting Fist(3)
The pitch-black painting seemed like a treasure in Ye Chuxue's hands. He carefully hung the painting on a painting rack beside him, his eyes filled with excitement. The painting had brought Ye Chuxue's spirit to its peak.
At this moment, he had just recovered a little.
His body felt much lighter, and his handsome face had a hint of redness.
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