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

"How can I let the sir see you off in person?" Qi Mufeng said, but saw that he had waved his hand and walked forward.

"It's okay, just go by the way, there is a painting that I want to show to Mr. Qi."

Listening to this, Qi Mufeng didn't know why, but he always felt something was wrong. Out of instinctive uneasiness spread in his heart, and he was also alert and dared not be careless.

The two walked along the railings, chatting while walking. When they arrived at a place where the scrolls were hung on the railings, the middle-aged man stopped and smiled and said, "Mr. Qi, this is the one, please open it and take a look."

Qi Mufeng saw that it was just a hanging scroll. The scroll was rolled up, and he didn't know what was drawn inside. The lights on the railing were vaguely shining. When it fell on the scroll, he saw that the scroll looked nothing like other scrolls.

"I'm worried that being rough and rough will damage Mr.'s paintings." He looked at the middle-aged man beside him and did not open it. After all, he was still the vigilance in his heart.

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

As he said this, he wouldn't be able to open 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, unbuttoned the strap tied to the scroll, and put the scroll down. However, when the scroll fell, he saw that there was nothing blank on the scroll. He couldn't help but be surprised and asked, "Mr. Hua, this is a blank scroll, nothing!"

"No, look at the middle of the white paper in the painting." As he spoke, he also took a step closer. While Qi Mufeng stared at the scroll, he stretched out his hand and pushed: "There is obviously someone here."

As soon as he finished his words, Qi Mufeng, who was pushed forward by him, fell into the painting paper where a whirlpool appeared. As soon as the whirlpool disappeared, a red figure appeared on the blank painting paper.

The red figure in the painting fell and moved, as if she wanted to come out. However, as a mark printed on the middle-aged man's hands fell, Qi Mufeng in the painting fell down and lay motionlessly in the scroll, as if he was asleep.

Goodbye, a hint of fanaticism flashed in the middle-aged man's eyes. He took out a pen and drew patterns on the edge of the circle. The patterns formed a box to lock the characters inside. With the light flashed, the spiritual power dissipated, and it looked like a painting that had just been painted.

Xiao Hei, who had been following, saw this scene, immediately flapped his wings and wanted to go back and tell Tang Ning that, but when his wings flapped, a scroll was thrown over. There seemed to be a powerful force in the open blank scroll, which was sucked in before it could react.

"dumb!"

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

No! Something happened to Xiao Hei!

A touch of solemnity flashed across his delicate little face. It is understandable that something happened to Qi Mufeng. After all, he only has that little strength, but Xiao Hei is an ancient divine beast, so why would he have fallen?
Chapter completed!