Chapter 922

When she was thinking about things, the wind of praying in the painting had already woken up. He just felt that all his strength had been drained. He sat in the same place powerless and looked at the scenery which suddenly came out of the vast white place. He felt that it was a little inconceivable.

But at the thought that even he was trapped in the painting, and suddenly some more scenery came out. What's so strange about it?

However, what he didn't expect was that in the scene, a beast was lying there, and his bloodthirsty and ferocious eyes were staring at him. The roar from the animal's mouth made him play fiercely.

"Damn it! How can there be a beast

Seeing the majestic appearance of the tiger beast, his hair stood up. Seeing it roaring at him, he was startled and ran: "ah! Help... "

In the courtyard, Tang Ning saw that the old man came with tea and put it on the stone table in the courtyard. Then he went over and poured a cup of tea. While carrying the tea, he went to the side and watched the middle-aged man draw.

"Young master."

The middle-aged man's NIB stopped and looked at Tang Ning, who was holding the tea, and said: "young master, with tea in his hand, it's better to sit at the table and drink it, so as not to upset it later."

Hearing this, Tang Ning looked at him and saw that his eyes, which seemed to have insight into the human heart, were staring at her. She raised a smile and said, "OK, just, Mr. Hua, where is my elder brother? Why didn't you see him? It seems that he didn't go back to the guest room last night. Do you know where he went

"Oh? Didn't you go back? Last night, I heard that he was very drunk. If I want to go back to have a rest earlier, would it be the wrong guest house? I'll ask Lao Zhang to look for it in the mansion He said in a warm voice, put down his brush, looked at the delicate child, and said, "do you like painting?"

"I don't know painting."

Tang Ning said, then looked at the paintings on the fence and said, "however, I think Mr. Zhang's paintings are very beautiful, just like real people, but why does this painting on Mr. gentleman's desk show a little blood?"

As she spoke, her eyes turned to the painting of qimufeng. A little blood bloomed in the blank place, just like the red plum falling on the snow, which was very conspicuous.

The middle-aged man took a look at the painting in front of him and said with a smile: "my painting is different from that of others. A painting is a world. You see, as long as you inject spiritual power into this painting, everything in this painting is like a living thing."

Tang Ning only saw him take out a pen and put it into the painting, and the scenery on the scroll seemed to come alive. The praying wind, which was scratched by the tiger and ran for his life, the majestic tiger and beast, and the scenery in the painting all became vivid in front of his eyes.

Just, see the picture on the scroll move, but can't hear the sound coming from inside.

As she stood watching, she saw the middle-aged man looking at the tiger tearing and biting qimufeng. Her eyes moved slightly. Seeing that qimufeng was hit by the tiger beast and spit out a mouthful of blood on a large stone, she did not stand up. The tiger opened its mouth and bit forward, biting at his neck.

"Ah

The praying wind in the painting scroll saw that the tiger was biting, and the bloodthirsty breath of the tiger covered him. He was filled with despair, and instinctively exclaimed. He raised his hand to block it. But the next moment, a sharp brush was stabbed like a sharp arrow, and the tiger was nailed to the ground.