C20 The Ink and the Paper

Everyone was curious about what Lin Ruo Yin was going to do. Only Lin Ruo Yun kept mocking her. In her heart, Lin Ruo Yin was just pretending to be mysterious.

The music suddenly increased in pitch. It was no longer soft and gentle, but rather, it was filled with a murderous aura. Suddenly, Lin Ruo Yin moved. Her long red satin fluttered in the wind.

The music became more and more intense. It was as if a war was about to break out. Lin Ruo Yin was dressed in a long black dress. She stood on her toes and followed the rhythm of the music. The red satin circled around her body. For a moment, she looked like a demon from hell. She was filled with bloodthirst and killing intent. She looked extremely seductive.

Everyone was stunned. They had never thought that Lin Ruo Yin would perform such a stunning performance. Everyone's gaze was focused on Lin Ruo Yin. She was like a demon who had fallen into depravity. She made everyone submit to her charm, including Lin Ruo Yun, Nan Gong Jin, and even Lin Ruo Xi, who had always been unapproachable.

When the rhythm of the music returned to a slightly gloomy and gentle tone, no one could react in time. They just stared at the girl standing on the floating paper like a demon.

After a long time, Lin Ruo Yun finally came back to her senses. She was deeply enchanted by Lin Ruo Yin's dance. It had to be said that Lin Ruo Yin's dance was not as seductive as hers, but it had a hint of heroicness and valiance that she could never understand. Her dance not only did not embarrass Lin Ruo Yin, but it had also become an opportunity for her to shine.

However, even if Lin Ruo Yun realized that Lin Ruo Yin's dance was far superior to hers, how could she admit it in front of everyone? She focused her eyes on the paper in front of Lin Ruo Yin and sneered. The paper in front of Lin Ruo Yin was actually a mess of oil paint. It was impossible to tell what she was painting.

Lin Ruo Yun rolled her eyes. So this Lin Ruo Yin was just trying to show off. One must know that the dance that Lin Ruo Yin was dancing was Shui Mo Wu's. The most important part was to draw a painting. She was extremely surprised that Lin Ruo Yin could not even draw a single painting.

"Third Sister's dance is truly beautiful. But why is it that this piece of paper is not a painting?" Lin Ruo Yun impatiently pointed out Lin Ruo Yin's flaw. Her words woke everyone up. Only then did they carefully look at the paper in front of Lin Ruo Yin. They realized that it was indeed a mess of oil paint. There was no trace of a painting at all. Moreover, the ten pieces of paper were all the same. Not a single one of them was a painting.

Lin Ruo Yun was about to explain Shui Mo Wu's exquisiteness when she realized that Lin Ruo Yin had turned her head to look at her. She smiled. Suddenly, she felt a chill in her heart and an inexplicable uneasiness.

"Second Sister is right. The most exquisite part of Shui Mo Painting is not the dance, but the painting." Lin Ruo Yin looked at Lin Ruo Yun and smiled even more warmly. However, Lin Ruo Yun did not feel a trace of gentleness. Instead, she felt a trace of coldness. Then, she heard Lin Ruo Yin's words.

"And my painting is here." Lin Ruo Yin turned around and pointed at the pile of drawings. Just as everyone was puzzled, they saw two maids, Hong Mei He Lv Yu, walk to the side of the drawings and took them down one by one. They then neatly stacked them together, and finally, the two maids put all the drawings together.

The paper was as thin as a cicada's wings, and it was still wet with the oil paint. At this moment, it was all fused together, and a painting suddenly appeared on the paper. Moreover, it was a painting that would make all the men crazy, because there were mountains and rivers on the painting, and this painting was actually a painting of the world!