Chapter 920: Man in the Painting

Hearing this, the middle-aged man stood up with a smile and said, "It's my fault, I shouldn't have dragged Qi Gongzi to chat for so long, it's dark and the road is slippery, I'll send Qi Gongzi back to the room to rest!" ”

"How can I let Mr. send it off in person." Qi Mufeng said, but saw that he had already waved his hand and walked forward.

"It's okay, just drop by, there is a painting that I want to show to Qi Gongzi."

Hearing this, the prayer wind somehow always felt that something was not quite right, and an instinctive uneasiness spread in the bottom of his heart, and the whole person was also vigilant, not daring to have a trace of carelessness.

The two walked along the railing, chatting as they walked, and when they came to a place where a scroll was hung on the railing, the middle-aged man stopped and said with a smile: "Mr. Qi, this is the one, you open it and take a look." ”

Praying for the wind to see that it was just a hanging scroll, the scroll was rolled up, and I don't know what was painted inside, and the light on the railing was faintly shining, and when it fell on the scroll, I saw that this scroll looked no different from other scrolls.

"I'm worried that if I am careless, I will damage my husband's painting." He looked at the middle-aged man beside him and didn't open it. In the end, it's still the vigilance in my heart that is at work.

"It's okay, just open it and take a look." The middle-aged man smiled gently, giving people a very easy-going feeling.

Having said that, if he didn't open it, he wouldn't be able to do it, besides, it was just a painting, and there should be no problem, so he smiled and said, "Okay, then I'll open it and take a look." ”

He stepped forward, untied the strap tied to the scroll, and put the scroll down, but when the scroll fell, he saw that there was nothing on the scroll, he couldn't help but be slightly stunned, and asked, "Mr. Painting, this is a blank scroll, there is nothing!" ”

"No, look at the middle of the white paper in the painting." As he spoke, he also took a step closer, and while praying for the wind to stare at the scroll, he stretched out his hand and pushed: "Obviously there is someone here." ”

As soon as his words fell, the whole person who was pushed forward by him fell into the paper where a whirlpool appeared, and as soon as the whirlpool disappeared, there was a touch of red on the blank paper.

The red figure in the painting was moving after falling, as if trying to come out, but as a mark made by the middle-aged man's hands fell, he saw the prayer wind in the painting fall down, lying motionless in the scroll, as if asleep.

Goodbye, the middle-aged man's eyes crossed a frenzy, he took out a pen and drew a pattern on the edge of the circle, the pattern formed a box to lock the figure inside, with a flash of light, the spiritual power dissipated, it looked like a freshly painted painting.

Xiao Hei, who had been following all the time, saw this scene, and immediately flapped his wings and wanted to go back to tell Tang Ning, who knows, as soon as the wings flapped, a painting scroll was thrown over, and there seemed to be a powerful force in the open blank scroll, which was sucked in before it could react.

"Dumb!"

It only had time to scream, and its hoarse voice spread through the night with a sharp voice, which also made Tang Ning, who was in the room close his eyes and waiting for news, suddenly jumped up.

Not good! Xiao Hei also had an accident!

A touch of solemnity crossed the delicate little face, and it was understandable that something happened to the wind, after all, he had that little strength, but Xiao Hei was an ancient divine beast, how could he be planted?

What happened to them?