Just thinking about it, she heard a slight movement outside, and immediately lay down on the bed again, covered the quilt and closed her eyes and fell asleep.

In the courtyard outside, the middle-aged man who came with him looked at the silence in the room, and there was no movement, so he turned around and left.

There is only one child left and right, so let's keep it for now!

Tang Ning listened to the voice and drifted away, and thought in his heart: Since he did it to Qi Mufeng, but he didn't do it to her, let's wait for tomorrow to see what this person's idea is.

Thinking of this, she closed her eyes and rested, not worried that Qi Mufeng and Xiao Hei would die because of this.

The night is getting deeper, the house is quiet, only a few insect chirping can be heard occasionally, the lights of the railing, and the moonlight in the sky are obliquely shining, and you can vaguely see that on the wall of the railing, paintings are hanging there.

In the painting at the back railing, the man in the painting is dressed in red, with his black hair lightly tied, lying in a reclining position, as if he is asleep, and seems to be sleeping......

No one knew that at this time, the praying wind was trapped in a white place, he could see the outside, but he couldn't get out, he flapped and shouted, and there was still no sound.

Not long after, he sat down when he was tired, but found that there seemed to be something around him that was inhaling his spiritual breath, he was startled, looked around, but saw nothing, and I don't know how long it took, the whole person was dark, and he fainted.

The next morning, Downing got up early and walked around, and when he walked from the back to the front, he passed the railing and saw a painting hanging on the wall.

"The little boy got up so early."

Suddenly, a voice came from behind, she looked back, and saw that it was the middle-aged man, so she showed a pure smile and said, "Mr. Painting, it's early!" I was looking for my eldest brother, but I didn't find him, but I saw his portrait here, was this what Mr. Painting painted last night? ”

The immature voice has a small milk voice, innocent and soft and cute, especially the child's big sparkling eyes, which are dazzling as jewels, and I really want people to collect him.

"Yes, I had a good conversation with Brother Ling last night, so I painted a picture for Brother Ling, and when I got up this morning, I wanted to add some scenery to the people in the painting, so as not to look monotonous." As he spoke, he took off the scroll on the wall and said to Tang Ning: "Little boy, come along!" ”

Tang Ning saw him walking forward with the painting, paused slightly, looked around the wall of the railing, and then followed him to the long table in the front yard.

Seeing him spread out the painting, he took out the paint and laid it out, and drew a picture of the scene on the background of the clearing, and she looked at it while staring at the person in the painting.

No matter how good the painting skills are, it is impossible to even paint the black gas on his seal hall, thinking of the strangeness of this house, and the countless paintings in it, she feels that it is not impossible to pray for the wind to be trapped in the painting, but how did a living person, and such a big person, fit him into this painting?

Her eyes looked at the scroll, and she couldn't see anything on the white paper, but she faintly felt that there seemed to be a layer of spiritual power fluctuating on it, if it was weird, it should be the pattern on that side.

Pattern......

If this pattern is erased, can the person in the painting be released?