Just as she was thinking, she heard a slight movement from outside, and then lay down on the bed, covered herself with a quilt and fell asleep with her eyes closed.

In the yard outside, the middle-aged man who was carrying him looked at the quiet room and there was no movement, so he turned around and left.

There is only one child left, so keep it for now!

Tang Ning listened to the voice getting farther away, and thought to himself: Since he had attacked Qi Mufeng but had not attacked her, let's wait tomorrow before seeing what the person was thinking about.

Thinking of this, she closed her eyes and rested, and was not worried that Qi Mufeng and Xiao Hei would die because of this.

As the night became deeper, the house was quiet, and I could only occasionally hear a few sounds of insects, the lights of the railings and the moonlight in the sky, and I could vaguely see the paintings hanging there on the walls of the railings.

In the painting at the end of the railing, the person in the painting was wearing a red dress and lightly tied in an ink. He lay down in a leaning posture, as if he was sleeping soundly, and seemed to be sleeping...

No one knew that Qi Mufeng was trapped in a vast white place at this time. He could see outside but could not walk out. He slapped and shouted, but still had no sound.

Not long after, he sat down when he called the tired man, but he found something around him sucking his spiritual power. He was shocked and looked around, but saw nothing. He didn't know how long it took, and he fainted after his eyes turned dark.

The next morning, Tang Ning got up early and walked around. When he walked from behind to front, he passed by the railing and saw a painting hanging on the wall.

"Young man got up so early."

Suddenly, a voice came from behind. When she turned around, she saw that it was the middle-aged man, and she showed a pure smile and said, "It's so early for Mr. Hua! I'm looking for my elder brother, but I didn't find him, but I saw his portrait here. Did Mr. Hua draw last night?"

The tender voice is full of small breasts, innocent and soft and cute, especially the child's big eyes, which are as dazzling as gems. I really want people to collect him.

"Yes, I had a great time talking with Brother Ling last night, so I drew a painting for Brother Ling. When I woke up this morning, I thought of adding some scenery to the people in the painting so that it would not look monotonous." While speaking, he took off the scroll on the wall and said to Tang Ning: "Young Master, come together!"

When Tang Ning saw him walking forward with the painting, he paused slightly, looked around the wall where the railing was walking, and then followed him to the long table in the front yard.

Seeing that he spread the painting, took out the paint and placed it open, he picked up his pen and drew a picture of the scenery on the background of the open space. She stared at the person in the painting.

No matter how good his painting skills are, it is impossible for him to even draw the black air in his seal hall. Thinking of the strangeness of this house and the countless paintings in it, she felt that it was not impossible for Qi Mufeng to be trapped in the painting. However, there was a living person, and a big person, how did he put him into this painting?

Her eyes looked at the scroll, and there was nothing to see on the white drawing paper, but she felt a layer of spiritual power fluctuating on it. If it was strange, it should be the pattern on it.

Patterns...
Chapter completed!