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"You don't want to get out of here." The young man looked at Fu Ling, and his originally delicate face became distorted and terrifying at this time: "I can't let him stay here with me, so I can only let you stay here with me." ”

After listening to what the young man said, Fu Ling wanted to laugh a little, but it was really a persimmon that was soft and soft.

"Wouldn't it be good to stay here, stay with me in the painting?" The boy looked at Fu Ling and said, "So that we won't be alone." ”

"I've never been alone." After Fu Ling finished speaking, he turned and walked outside.

Seeing that Fu Ling was unwilling to stay, the young man didn't say anything more and started directly.

The moment the spiritual power exploded, the spirit of the whisk dodged sideways, and the spiritual attack of the boy missed, and then, the spirit of the spirit did not give the boy a chance to shoot again, and his body appeared on the wall as soon as he moved, next to the painting.

Seeing the Whirling appear next to the painting, the boy's expression froze for a moment, but quickly returned to his previous appearance.

Fu Ling hooked the corners of her lips, she could see clearly, did he think she didn't see it?

Thinking of this, Fu Ling quickly took down the painting, held it in his hand, and then took out a fire spirit stone from the space, looked at the young man and said, "This painting is gone, and you are gone." ”

"Do you want to live, or do you want me to stay with you?"

The young man looked at the words in Fu Ling's hand, and his distorted face regained its calm, but the hatred in those eyes was more permeating than the terrifying countenance.

If it was an ordinary person, he would probably be frightened by the boy, but Fu Ling is not an ordinary person, and he has no fear of the boy in front of him.

The two of them were stalemate and didn't speak, Fu Ling didn't want to waste too much time in this place, so he directly triggered the spiritual power of the fire spirit stone, and a small beam of fire rose, as if the painting in Fu Ling's hand would be lit up in the next moment.

When the young man saw the small flame, his expression became distorted again, and finally he had to say, "You don't want animation, I'll let you go." ”

"Open the door first." Fu Ling is well aware of the rules, and says, "You open the door, and I will drop the portrait when I go out." ”

The young man stared at Fu Ling with gloomy eyes, obviously not believing what Fu Ling said, and Fu Ling didn't care, waiting for the young man to make a decision.

Death was still more frightening than loneliness, so he finally compromised and opened the door to his room.

When the door opens, the door to the third floor opens.

When Whirling saw the gate open, he didn't say a word, and quickly ran towards the place.

The young man saw Fu Ling running towards the gate, and wanted to catch up, but who knew that Fu Ling was like having eyes in the back of his head, and when he moved, he shook the painting in his hand threateningly.

In order to live, the boy could only be threatened, stopped in place, and did not dare to catch up.

The distance from the wall to the door is not far, after the spirit arrives at the door, he steps out, and then throws the portrait in his hand, the moment the portrait is thrown out, the other heel of the spirit steps out, and he leaves the third floor of the Sun and Moon Tower safely.

The door to the third floor closed behind him, and the light shining from the room disappeared, and the space became dark again, but fortunately, it was only dark for a while, and the spirit saw the light.

It was the light from the lights hanging on the stairs, and the light of those lamps was quite limited, and the illumination range was only the stairs, and the dark space outside the stairs could not distinguish any light from it.

Whirling stood in front of the stairs, thinking of the words he had received from the boy, and did not step on them as he had done before.