Chapter 920

Hearing this, the middle-aged man stood up with a smile and said, "it's my fault. I shouldn't have been holding Mr. Qi to talk for such a long time. It's dark and slippery. Let me send Mr. Qi back to his room and have a rest."

"How can you send it to me in person?" Qi Mu Feng said, but he had already waved his hand and walked forward.

"It's OK. I happened to be on my way. There's a painting I want to show you."

Listening to this, I don't know how to pray for the wind. I always feel something is wrong. I feel a kind of uneasiness in my heart. The whole person is also vigilant and dare not have a trace of carelessness.

When they came to a place where the scroll was hanging, the middle-aged man stopped and said with a smile, "Mr. Qi, this is the picture. Open it and have a look."

Qimu Feng saw that it was just a hanging scroll. When the scroll was rolled up, I didn't know what was painted in it. The faint light on the walking bar was shining on it. When it fell on the scroll, I saw that the scroll looked no different from other paintings.

"I'm afraid that thick hands and thick feet will damage your paintings." He looked at the middle-aged man around him and didn't open it. At the end of the day, it's still the vigilance in the heart.

"No harm, just open it and have a look." The middle-aged man's gentle smile gives people a very easygoing feeling.

All this said, if he didn't open it, he couldn't do it. Besides, it was just a painting, and there should be no problem. So he said with a smile, "OK, I'll open it and have a look."

He stepped forward, untied the tape tied to the scroll, and put the scroll down. However, when the scroll fell, he saw that there was nothing left on the scroll. He was stunned and asked, "Mr. Hua, this is a blank scroll. There is nothing there!"

"No, look in the middle of the white paper." As he spoke, he also took a step closer. While praying for the wind to stare at the picture, he reached out and pushed: "there is a man clearly."

As soon as his words fell, Qimu Feng, who was pushed forward by him, fell into the drawing paper where a whirlpool appeared. As soon as the whirlpool disappeared, a red figure appeared on the blank drawing paper.

The red figure in the painting was moving after falling, as if trying to come out. However, with the fall of a mark made by the middle-aged man's hands, the praying wind in the painting fell down and lay motionless in the painting, as if asleep.

Goodbye, the middle-aged man's eyes flashed with enthusiasm. He took out a pen and drew a pattern on the edge of the circle. The pattern formed a box to lock the figure inside. With the flash of light, the spirit power dissipated, and it looked like a painting just painted.

Xiao Hei, who had been following him, saw this scene and immediately flapped his wings and wanted to go back to Tang Ning and say to Tang Ning that, as soon as the wings were flapped, a scroll was thrown over. It seemed that there was a powerful force in the blank scroll, which was sucked in before it could react.

"Dumb!"

It only had time to cry, the hoarse voice with a sharp spread in the night, but also let the room closed eyes waiting for news of donning suddenly jumped.

Not good! Xiao Hei also had an accident!

There is a dignified stroke on his delicate face. It's understandable that qimufeng has an accident. After all, he has the strength, but Xiaohei is an ancient beast. How could he have been planted?

What happened to them?