"Master, what you want, I have successfully retrieved it."
She respectfully offered the black skin.In a large and empty room, there was only a huge table, a chair, and a black floor full of books.The man sitting behind the table, drawing something on a piece of paper, only nodded slightly, motioning for her to put it down.There was little light and sound in the room, only the rustle of the tip of a man's pen moving on the paper."
Master, I," she said."
What else," the man's voice was deep and deep.There's a real weight.He raised his head slightly, a pair of cold eyes like falcons, flashed in the darkness, and after a moment, he buried his head again, "If it's okay, go out."
You've done a great job this time. ”"Hmm," she retired, like a child who had been rewarded.The room was dead silent again, and the faint light slowly moved to the paper under the man's hand, and it was vaguely visible that on the paper was a portrait of a woman that he had painted.t1706231537: