"Hmm?" (Pig?)
Xiao Jiu replied uncertainly.
The spirit beast under Chen Mo's brush looked quite "plump," fat like a ball, and with a tail resembling a broom, it was really hard to guess.
Too abstract!
"Ahem, congratulations, you got it right!"
As he spoke, Chen Mo wiped away his "masterpiece" with his foot; he would never admit that what he actually drew was the Wish-making White Fox.
After a few more attempts, Chen Mo decided to give up completely.
He came to terms with the reality—he had no talent in painting.
"Bing Lan, I'll leave this tough task to you!"
Chen Mo was ready to shift the pressure.
If Bing Lan couldn't manage it either, he would have to temporarily put this challenge aside and sign up for an art class for some training.
"Chirp?"
The Snow Sea Spirit was silent for two seconds, then nodded seriously.
Chen Mo entrusted the Snow Domain Spirit Painting to it, which was a big trust, and it didn't want to let down that trust.
