Chapter 921

Name:Medicinal Immortal Author:Feng Jiong
Just thinking of her, she heard a little noise coming from outside, and then she lay down on the bed again, covering her quilt and sleeping with her eyes closed.

Outside the courtyard, the middle-aged man with a load looked at the quiet room, and there was no movement. Then he turned and left.

There is only one child left and right. Keep it first!

Tang Ning listened to the voice gradually away, but in his heart he thought: since he had moved his hand to Qimu but not to her, let's wait until tomorrow to see what the man was up to.

Thinking of this, she closed her eyes and rested, but she was not worried that qimufeng and Xiaohei would die.

Night, deepening, the house is quiet, can only occasionally hear a few insects chirp, the lights of the fence, as well as the moonlight in the sky, vaguely can see that the fence wall, a picture hanging there.

In the painting at the back of the fence, the man in the picture is dressed in red, with light black hair and reclining in a reclining posture, as if in a deep sleep and in a false sleep

No one knows that at this time, the praying wind was trapped in a vast white place. He could see the outside, but could not go out. He patted and yelled, and there was still no sound.

After a while, the tired man sat down, but found that there was something around him that was breathing his spiritual power. He was surprised and looked around, but he didn't see anything. After a long time, the whole person became dark and fainted.

The next morning, Downing got up early and wandered around. As he walked from the back to the front, he passed the railing and saw a picture hanging on the wall.

"Young master, you get up so early."

Suddenly, a voice came from behind. When she looked back, she saw that it was the middle-aged man, and she showed a pure smile and said, "good morning, Mr. Hua! I'm looking for my elder brother. I can't find him, but I see his portrait here. Did Mr. Hua draw it last night? "

The young voice is pure and soft with a little milk sound. Especially the big eyes of the child are dazzling, which is as bright as a gem. I really want people to collect him.

"Yes, I had a good time talking with my brother last night, so I drew a picture for him. I got up this morning to try to add some scenery to the people in the painting, so it doesn't seem monotonous." As he spoke, he took off the scroll on the wall and said to Downing, "young master, come with me!"

Tang Ning saw him go to the front with the painting. He stopped for a moment and looked around the fence wall. Then he followed him to the long table in the front yard.

Seeing that he spread out the painting, took out the paint and put it out, she drew a picture of the scenery on the background of the open space. She watched and stared at the person in the painting.

No matter how good his painting skills are, it is impossible to even paint the blackness of his printing hall. Thinking of the strangeness of the house and the countless paintings in it, she thinks that it is not impossible to pray for the wind to make up for the difficulties in the painting. It is just a living person who is still such a big person. How did he get into this painting?

Her eyes looked on the scroll, but the white paper could not see anything. She just felt that there seemed to be a layer of spiritual power on it. If it was weird, it should be the pattern on that side.

Pattern

If the pattern is erased, can the person in the painting be released?