While she was thinking about things, Qi Mufeng in the scroll had already woken up. He felt that all his strength had been drained. He sat in place weakly, looking at the scenery that suddenly appeared from the white place, feeling a little incredible.

But when I thought that even he was trapped in this painting, and suddenly there were more scenery coming out, what's so strange about it?

However, what he didn't expect was that among the scenes that appeared, a beast was lying there, with bloodthirsty and ferocious eyes staring at him, and the roar of the beast's mouth made him bounce violently.

"Damn it! How could there be a beast!"

Seeing the majestic appearance of the tiger beast, his hair stood up. When he saw it roaring at him, he was so shocked that he ran away: "Ah! Help..."

In the yard, Tang Ning saw the old man coming with tea and put it on the stone table in the yard. He walked over and poured a cup of drinks, and walked to the side with tea and watched the middle-aged man painting.

"Little Young Master."

The middle-aged man paused his pen and looked at Tang Ning, who was holding tea on the side, and said, "It would be better to sit at the table and drink it, so as not to accidentally knock it over after a while."

Hearing this, Tang Ning looked at him. Seeing his eyes that seemed to have insight into human hearts, she raised a smile and said, "Okay, but Mr. Hua, where is my elder brother? Why didn't you see him? He didn't seem to go back to the guest room to rest last night. Do you know where he went?"

"Oh? Haven't you gone back? I heard him say he couldn't drink much last night and wanted to go back early to rest. Could it be that he had gone to the wrong hospital? I'll ask Lao Zhang to look for it in the mansion later." He said in a warm voice, put down his brush, looked at the exquisite child, and said, "Do you like painting?"

"I don't know how to draw."

Tang Ning said, then looked at the paintings walking on the railings and said, "But I see that the gentleman has painted very well, just like a real person. However, why does this painting on the gentleman's desk show a little blood?"

While speaking, she looked at Qi Mufeng's painting. A little bit of blood bloomed in the blank space, just like a red plum falling on the white snow, very conspicuous.

The middle-aged man glanced at the painting in front of him and smiled and said, "My painting is different from others. One painting can be a world. Look at it, as long as you inject spiritual power, everything in this painting is like a living thing."

Tang Ning saw him take out a pen and point it into the painting. The scenery on the scroll seemed to come alive. Qi Mufeng, who was scratched by a tiger beast and ran for life, the majestic tiger beast, and the scenery in the painting, all became vivid in front of him.

However, I saw the picture on the scroll moving, but I couldn't hear the sound coming from it.

She stood aside and watched, and saw the middle-aged man watching the tiger beast snatching and biting Qi Mufeng like a show. Her eyes moved slightly. Seeing Qi Mufeng being hit by the tiger beast and spitting out a mouthful of blood. Before she could stand up, the tiger beast opened its big tiger's mouth and bit it forward, biting it towards his neck.

"ah!"
Chapter completed!