While she was thinking about things, the prayer wind in the painting scroll had already woken up, and he only felt that all his strength had been drained, and he sat in place weakly, looking at the scene that suddenly appeared from the white expanse, and felt a little incredible.

But when I think that even he is trapped in this painting, and suddenly there are more scenes, what is so strange?

However, what he didn't expect was that in the scene that appeared, a fierce beast was lying there, its bloodthirsty and murderous eyes were staring at him, and the beast's roar from the beast's mouth made his whole person bounce violently.

"Damn! How can there be a beast with a head! ”

Seeing the majestic appearance of the tiger beast, his cold hair stood up, and when he saw it rushing towards him with a low roar, he was so startled that he pulled his legs and ran: "Ah! Help......"

In the courtyard, Tang Ning saw the old man coming over with tea and putting it on the stone table in the courtyard, so he walked over and poured a cup and drank it, while holding the tea to the side and watching the middle-aged man draw.

"Little boy."

The tip of the middle-aged man's pen paused, looked at Tang Ning who was holding tea on the side, and said, "The little boy has tea in his hand, it is better to sit at the table and drink it, so as not to accidentally knock it over for a while." ”

Hearing this, Tang Ning looked at him, and when she saw his eyes staring at her as if he had the ability to perceive people's hearts, she raised a smile and said, "Okay, it's just, Mr. Painting, what about my eldest brother?" Why didn't you see him? He doesn't seem to have gone back to his room last night to rest, do you know where he went? ”

"Oh? Didn't go back? I heard him say last night that he couldn't drink too much, and he wanted to go back early to rest, could it be that he went to the wrong hospital? I'll ask Lao Zhang to look around in the house for a while. He said softly, put down the paintbrush, looked at the delicate child, and said, "Do you like painting?" ”

"I don't know how to draw."

Tang Ning said, looked at the paintings on the railing, and said: "However, I think Mr. is very good-looking, just like a real person, but why does this painting on Mr.'s table have a little blood?" ”

As she spoke, her eyes looked at the painting of the prayer wind, and a little blood bloomed in the blank space, like a red plum falling on the snow, which was very conspicuous.

The middle-aged man glanced at the painting in front of him and said with a smile: "My painting is different from the self of others, a painting is a world, you see, as long as it is injected with spiritual power, everything in this painting is like a living thing." ”

Tang Ning saw him take out a pen and put it into the painting, and the scenery on the scroll seemed to come to life, the praying wind that was scratched by the tiger beast and ran for his life, the majestic tiger beast, and the scenery in the painting all became vivid in front of him.

It's just that I saw the picture on the scroll move, but I couldn't hear the sound coming from inside.

She stood aside and watched, and saw the middle-aged man watching the tiger beast tearing and biting the wind like a play, her eyes moved slightly, and she saw that the wind was hit by the tiger beast and spit out a mouthful of blood on the boulder on the side, and before she could stand up, the tiger beast opened its mouth and pounced forward, biting his neck.

"Ahh

The prayer wind in the painting scroll saw the tiger beast bite coming, the bloodthirsty breath of the tiger beast enveloped his whole person, his heart swelled with despair, instinctively exclaimed, raised his hand to block, but saw that the next moment, a sharp paintbrush pierced down like a sharp arrow, nailing the tiger beast to the ground.