chapter 429 Are you BLOOD himself?

only! Tacito Temple didn't care at all about Zhu Ru and the others' ridicule. He seemed to be completely immersed in his own world. The paintbrush kept flying across the paper. One minute! Five minutes! Ten minutes! … When ten minutes had just passed, the people around were already getting impatient. But Tacito Temple's last stroke finally fell. A colorful, unclear, messy painting appeared in front of everyone. That's not all. Tacito Temple picked up the paintbrush and wrote a line...