Chapter 278

"where's Miss Zhen?" Qin Shuang asked softly.

Luo Xiaofei raises her finger and points to the door of the studio. His face was full of worry. Qin Shuang's heart is a Leng. Is there the sixteen paintings that Zhen zining has given him yet to understand the soul of the bloody plain campaign?

"Teacher, she?"

Wen tianqiang shook his head and said, "the spirit of the teacher A little bit of a breakdown. "

Qin Shuang's heart is a surprise. She steps forward quickly, reaches out her hand and pushes open the door. Then she sees Zhen zining sitting on the chair with her hands in her hair.

Qin Shuang took a deep breath, and his face became ugly. With her strong soul, she instantly felt that Zhen zining's breath was floating with a kind of light dead air, which was a kind of appearance deeply trapped in a spiritual world, a kind of loss, extreme loss, loss that life can't love.

She just sat there in a fixed frame, and had no reaction to the entrance of Qin Shuang. It was like a statue without life, or a black-and-white spiritual painting without color

Wen tianqiang and Luo Xiaofei stand behind Qin Shuang. Wen tianqiang says to Qin Shuang in a low voice:

"baoziqing came just now!"

Qin Shuang's eyes flashed and whispered, "what's he doing here?"

"I don't know. We saw him in the corridor when he was coming out of the teacher's door."

Qin Shuang nods. Don't think about it. Baoziqing won't say anything good. He walked up to Zhen zining and called softly:

"teacher Zhen!"

Zhen zining didn't move at all, as if he had become a stone man and didn't hear the sound of Qin Shuang.

"Sister Qin, help the teacher!" Wen tianqiang prayed in his voice.

Behind Qin Shuang, Luo Xiaofei also looks at Qin Shuang with a prayer in her eyes. She wrists her hands in front of her body and opens her mouth. She wants to say something, but she doesn't speak at last.

"Miss Zhen!"

Qin Shuang calls again. Zhen zining's body trembles slightly, as if hearing Qin Shuang's call. He slowly raises his head and sees Qin Shuang standing in front of her. His face shakes, and then becomes gloomy. He buries his head in his palm again. His voice is extremely weak and lost and says: "Qin Shuang, I failed!"

Qin Shuang's eyes fell on the spiritual pattern painting on the table. After gazing at it for a few moments, she said:

"Miss Zhen, may I have a look?"

Zhen zining did not lift his head and said, "if you want to see it, you can see it."

Qin Shuang looks back at Wen tianqiang and Luo Xiaofei. Two people standing at the door, embarrassed expression, do not know should quit, or should stay. Qin Shuang thought for a moment:

"I don't know how far the teacher's painting has reached, but it may be bloody and ferocious. If you want to see it, close the door. If you have scruples in your mind, quit. "

Wen tianqiang and Luo Xiaofei look at each other, and Wen tianqiang takes a firm step forward. Luo Xiaofei's look flashed a little hesitation. After all, when Qin Shuang painted the first bloody plain battle spirit pattern, she was scared to pee. At that time, it was only one of the 16 paintings, and this time, it was a complete spiritual pattern painting by teacher Zhen, who integrated the essence of the 16 paintings. She didn't know if she could stand the shock. But for the yearning of artistic conception painting, Luo Xiaofei finally closed the door, and then stepped forward and stood beside Wen tianqiang.

Qin Shuang nodded, turned around and looked down at the spiritual pattern painting on the table, then injected a force of soul.

"Boom..."

The whole room disappeared, and the four men seemed to be in a bloody battlefield, the battlefield of the battle of the bloody plain. On the ground, the low-level warriors are colliding with each other, the sound of weapons colliding, the sound of weapons cutting into the bones, the sound of teeth, screams, roars

It's not a fight between two people, but a fight between tens of millions of people. It's like the huge waves raised by two hurricanes stretching to the horizon and hitting each other hard. There's a huge roar everywhere.

In the sky.

Dense high-level fighters block out the sky like hummingbirds, just like two clouds collide in the middle. From time to time, some fighters scream and fall from the air.

Luo Xiaofei's body has already begun to shake, her legs are shaking. She finds that her lower abdomen is a little swollen, and a stream of urine comes from her. She can't help but tightly clamp her legs and tell herself in her heart.

"It's fake. It's all fake. It's just a spiritual painting."

Wen tianqiang's eyes were wide open, and his face was full of excitement. His two big hands clenched from time to time, then loosened, loosened, and clenched

Zhen zining is the original appearance. Qin Shuang looks at it carefully, and then frowns. Generally speaking, the painting still reflects the cruelty of the bloody plain, but there is a kind of break in the whole artistic conception, which is like a person singing, but the singing is intermittent, which is the reason why the sixteen paintings are not completely integrated.Qin Shuang thinks for a moment, and then he understands the reason. Although he has 16 paintings provided by himself, after all, Zhen zining has never participated in that battle. It is not easy to integrate these 16 local battles into a grand battle.

At this time, the soul power injected into the spiritual tattoo painting was exhausted, and all the illusions disappeared in an instant. A heavy breath came from his ears. Qin Shuang turned to see Wen tianqiang's eyes were red and crazy, while Luo Xiaofei was extremely scared. Qin Shuang knew that the two men were going to be possessed, and immediately gathered his soul power and cried:

"wake up Come on

The three people in the room suddenly wake up. Not only Wen tianqiang and Luo Xiaofei, who are in a crazy state of mind, but Zhen zining, who is in a lost state of mind, is shocked and looks up.

Qin Shuang rolls up the spiritual pattern picture on the table, puts it aside, and then spreads a piece of spiritual pattern paper on it. Zhen zining rises abruptly. She understands what Qin Shuang is going to do, and immediately comes to the table to personally mix cinnabar with Qin Shuang. Qin Shuang took up his pen and thought for a while. If he drew the final work of sixteen paintings, I'm afraid Zhen zining would not paint the battle of bloody plain, because that would be plagiarizing his students' paintings, and Zhen zining's character could not do such a thing. He picked up the Lingwen pen, turned his head and said to Zhen zining:

"teacher, do you know what the difference is in your painting?"

"Well!" Zhen zining nodded.

"Teacher, I can't integrate the 16 local battles into one, but I can integrate the two local battles. If you have a good look, maybe it will enlighten you."

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