Not long afterwards, the Dragon God ran back with a lot of things in his arms.
Shen Yanxiao casually glanced at it and found that there was only one kind of thing in the arms of the Dragon God, and that was… paintings!
Shen Yanxiao had seen those paintings in the corridor before. They were abstract paintings comparable to the work of modern Picasso. If the Dragon God wanted to clean up his property, what was he doing with such a large pile of paintings?
"This is what you want to pack?" Shen Yanxiao's mouth twitched slightly. If she had known that the goal of the Dragon God was this, she would never have given him time to pack.
The Dragon God did not feel that what he was doing was weird at all. He looked at Shen Yanxiao with joy and nodded.
"These are all my treasures! My most precious." After saying that, the Dragon God looked at the pile of paintings with an extremely loving gaze.
