Chapter 923

Seeing the scene that the brush, like a giant arrow, pierced the tiger's body and nailed it to death, I prayed for the wind to breathe out heavily and patted his chest: "it's dangerous!"

Don't think about it. I know it must have been master Tang who saved him. However, there is no picture outside the picture. His whole life is like a world of solitude.

In the hospital, the middle-aged man's face slightly heavy, staring at the child standing on the side, pursed his lips and did not speak, but the breath on his body was a little terrible.

At that moment, the child picked up the brush and injected spiritual breath into the painting scroll, which was so fast that he didn't react. When he did, the tip of the brush had already been erected on the painting scroll on the table like a sharp arrow, nailing the tiger and beast in the painting in place.

It doesn't look like an ordinary child.

"Although it's a painting, it's a bit of an eyesore to see my elder brother being chased and bitten by a tiger." Tang Ning said with a smile and met the middle-aged man's deep eyes. His voice was innocent and said, "Sir, you should not blame me for destroying this painting?"

The middle-aged man's eyes flashed. He didn't expect that he would have a day to look away. He said with a low smile, "no, because you didn't destroy the painting."

While speaking, he reached out to take down the vertical brush. As he took it down, the tiger beast nailed by the brush disappeared like an illusion. There was only a blank space and a few drops of blood on the painting scroll.

Seeing this, Downing's heart moved, and saw a layer of ripple on the white paper, not even half of the damage.

"Young master, I have a picture for you to see." The middle-aged man said, took out a scroll from his sleeve and handed it to Downing: "open it and have a look."

Tang Ning took a look at the painting that was handed over to him. Without saying much, he untied the tape and the scroll fell. It was a blank painting.

Her eyes flashed slightly, and she felt that the person on her side reached out to her hand. Then she turned her head and looked at the middle-aged man beside her. Her voice was curious: "what do you want me to see, sir? This is clearly a blank picture. "

The middle-aged man stretched out his hand and naturally took it back. He took a look behind him and said, "Oh, maybe I took it wrong. It should be this volume."

As he spoke, he took out another roll and handed it to Downing: "look at it."

Tang Ning put the scroll in his hand on the table, took the scroll he handed over and opened it. On the drawing paper, a crow flapped its wings and flew. In addition to this crow, there were only those patterns on the edge of the scroll.

"There are few crows in my place, but I don't want to see a crow last night." He reached out his hand and moved his palm to push the child into the picture, but he heard the child's voice.

"Sir, the scroll is on fire." With a smile and squinting eyes, Downing showed him the smoking scroll.

"It's impossible!"

Surprised, the strength of the middle-aged man's palms dissipated. He took over the smoking scroll and looked at it. However, he saw smoke coming from the painting. Moreover, the smoke became bigger and bigger, and there was a faint light of fire.

"How? It's impossible! "

He said in dismay, but did not want to the next moment, a flame from the mouth of the crow in the painting scroll, and hit him through the painting paper. He was surprised to throw his hand up and throw the painting out.

"Dumb!"

The crow flies out of the flame in the painting, and its hoarse voice is piercing.