If This Painting Is Worth 50,000 taels of gold, I Will Slap Myself
Editor: Atlas Studios
Outside the main hall of the Qingyun Dao Sect where miserable cries could be heard, Su Changyu stood at the door, somewhat afraid to step in.
"You damned rascal."
"How dare you add a poem to it? Who gave you the courage to do that?"
"I'm going to beat you to death, you sinful disciple."
"Stop it, stop it, please stop it. Master, where did I go wrong?"
"Master, I really can't take it anymore. Don't hit me anymore, or I'll die."
"Master, isn't it just a painting? Must you guys do this?"
"Master, I'm feeling really indignant!"
"Ah!"
"You're indignant? How dare you be so stubborn."
"You damned rascal, do you know how much this painting is worth?"
"I'll beat you to death!"
It was followed by a miserable cry.
Su Changyu, who was outside, was a little flustered.