Seeing the scene where the paintbrush pierced from the sky like a giant arrow, penetrated the body of the tiger beast, and nailed it to death no longer, he exhaled heavily and patted his chest: "It's so dangerous!" ”

Don't think about it, I know that it must have been Tang Shi who saved him, but this time, he couldn't see the picture outside the picture scroll, and his whole person was in this picture scroll, like being alone in a world.

In the courtyard, the middle-aged man's face was slightly gloomy, staring at the child standing on the side, pursing his lips and not speaking, but the breath on his body was a little terrifying.

At that moment, the scene of the child picking up the paintbrush and injecting spiritual power into the scroll was so fast that he didn't react, and when he reacted, the tip of the paintbrush had already stood on the scroll on the table like a sharp arrow, nailing the tiger beast in the painting in place.

This hand alone doesn't look like an ordinary child.

"Although it is said to be a painting, I still feel a little unsightly to see my eldest brother being chased and bitten by a tiger beast in the painting." Tang Ning said with a smile, meeting the middle-aged man's slightly dull gaze, and said in an innocent voice: "Sir, you shouldn't blame me for ruining this painting, right?" ”

The middle-aged man's eyes flashed, he didn't expect that he would also have a day of looking away. He chuckled lowly and said, "No, because you didn't ruin the painting." ”

As he spoke, he reached out and took off the upright paintbrush, and as he removed the brush, the tiger beast nailed by the paintbrush also disappeared like a phantom, and there was only an extra blank space on the scroll, and a few drops of blood.

Seeing this, Tang Ning's heart moved slightly, and he saw a layer of ripples on the white paper, and he didn't even damage half a point.

"Little boy, I have a painting here for you to see." The middle-aged man said, took out a scroll from his sleeve and handed it to Tang Ning: "You open it and take a look." ”

Tang Ning glanced at the painting handed over, and didn't say much, and then untied the strap that was tied after taking it, and the scroll fell, but it was a blank painting.

Her eyes flashed slightly, and she felt the hand of the person beside her reaching out to her, so she turned her head to look at the middle-aged man on the side, and her immature voice was curious: "What does Mr. let me see?" This is obviously a blank scroll. ”

The middle-aged man's outstretched hand naturally withdrew, glanced behind him, and said, "Oh, maybe I took it by mistake, it should be this volume." ”

As he spoke, he took out another roll and handed it to Tang Ning: "Look at it." ”

Tang Ning put away the scroll in his hand and put it on the table, took the scroll he handed over and opened it, only to see that on the drawing paper, a crow flapped its wings and flew, and except for this crow, there were only those patterns on the edge of the scroll.

"There are few crows in my place, but I don't want a crow to come last night." He stretched out his hand, his palm moving slightly, and was about to push the child into the painting, but he heard the child's voice coming.

"Sir, the scroll is on fire." Tang Ning smiled and narrowed his eyes, and showed him the smoking scroll.

"It can't be!"

Surprised, the power condensed in the palm of the middle-aged man dissipated, and he took the smoking scroll and looked at it, but saw that there was really smoke in the painting, and the smoke was burning bigger and bigger, and there was a faint fire.

"How so? That's impossible! ”

He said in astonishment, but he didn't want the next moment, a flame erupted from the crow's mouth in the scroll, and struck him through the drawing paper, so startled that he threw it up and threw the painting out.

"Dumb!"

The crow flew out of the flames in the painting, and its hoarse cries spread through the screeching sound.