Chapter 923

Seeing the scene where the paintbrush pierced down from the sky like a giant arrow, penetrated the body of the tiger and beast, and nailed it to such an extent that it could no longer die, Qi Mufeng exhaled heavily and patted his chest: "How dangerous! "

Don't think about it, I know that Master Tang must have rescued him, but this time, he couldn't see the picture outside the picture scroll. He was in this picture scroll, like a world alone.

In the courtyard, the middle-aged man's face darkened slightly, staring at the child standing beside him, pursed lips and did not speak, but the breath on his body was a little scary.

At that moment, the child picked up the paintbrush and injected spiritual energy into the scroll, so fast that he couldn't react. When he did, the tip of the paintbrush was already standing on the table like a sharp arrow. On the scroll, pin the tiger beast in the painting on the spot.

With this hand alone, it doesn't look like an ordinary child.

"Although it's a painting, seeing my eldest brother being chased by a tiger and beast in the painting is a bit of an eyesore," Tangning said with a smile, meeting the middle-aged man's solemn gaze, her childish voice carried He said innocently, "Sir, you shouldn't blame me for destroying this painting, right?"

The middle-aged man's eyes flashed, but he didn't expect that one day he would miss out. He smiled lowly and said, "No, because you didn't destroy the painting."

As he spoke, he stretched out his hand and took off the standing brush. As he took it off, the tiger and beast pinned by the brush disappeared like a phantom. There was only a blank space on the scroll and a few drops of blood. beads.

Seeing this, Tangning's heart moved slightly, only to see a layer of ripples on the white paper, not even a single bit of damage.

"Little Master, I have a painting here for you to take a look at." The middle-aged man said, taking out a scroll from his sleeve and handing it to Tangning, "Open it and take a look."

Tangning glanced at the painting that was handed over and didn't say much. After she took it, she untied the straps. The scroll fell down, but it was a blank painting.

Her eyes flashed slightly, and she felt the person beside her stretch out her hand, so she turned to look at the middle-aged man beside her, and her tender voice was curious: "Sir, what did you want me to see? This is obviously a blank roll. Scroll."

The middle-aged man's outstretched hand naturally retracted, looked behind him and said, "Oh, maybe I got it wrong, it should be this volume."

While speaking, he took out another roll and handed it to Tangning, "Look at it."

Tangning put away the scroll in her hand and put it on the table, took the scroll he handed over and opened it. On the painting paper, a crow flapped its wings and flew away. Apart from this crow, there were only the edges of the scroll. those patterns.

"There are very few crows in my place, but I didn't think that a crow came last night." He stretched out his hand and moved his palm slightly, when he was about to push the child into the painting, but he heard the child's voice.

"Sir, the scroll is on fire." Tangning smiled and showed him the smoking scroll.

"This is impossible!"

Because of his surprise, the power condensed in the middle-aged man's palm dissipated. He took over the smoking picture and looked at it, only to see that smoke was really coming out of the picture, and the smoke was getting bigger and bigger, and there was a faint fire.

"How? It's impossible!"

He said it in astonishment, but he didn't want the next moment, a flame spewed from the mouth of the crow in the picture scroll, and hit him through the drawing paper, so shocked that he raised his hand and threw the picture out.

"dumb!"

Crows flew out of the flames in the painting, and their hoarse calls spread sharply.

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