Chapter 921: New image

As she was thinking, she heard a slight movement outside, and then lay down on the bed again, covered with a quilt and closed her eyes and fell asleep.
In the courtyard outside, the middle-aged man coming from behind looked at the room quietly, and there was no movement, and then he turned and left.
There is only one child left and right, so let's keep it!
Hearing that voice faded away, Tangning thought about it: Since he did something to Qimufeng but didn't do it to her, let's wait until tomorrow to see what exactly this person is doing.
Thinking of this, she closed her eyes and rested, not worried that Qi Mufeng and Xiao Hei would die because of this.
As the night got darker, the house was quiet, only occasionally heard the sound of insects, the lights of the railing, and the moonlight in the sky, and I could vaguely see the wall of the railing. The paintings hang there.
In the painting at the back of the railing, the person in the painting is dressed in red, with lightly bundled ink hair, lying reclining in a leaning posture, seems to be asleep, and seems to be sleeping in a false sleep...
No one knew that Qi Mufeng was trapped in a vast white place at this time. He could see the outside, but could not go out. He slapped and shouted, but there was still no sound.
After a while, the man who was tired of shouting sat down, only to find that there was something around him sucking his spiritual aura. He was startled and looked around, but he saw nothing. I don’t know how long it took. , The whole person fainted when his eyes went dark.
In the early morning of the next day, Tangning woke up early and walked around. When she walked from the back to the front, passing by the railing, she saw a painting on the wall.
"The little boy got up really early."
Suddenly, a voice came from behind. She looked back and saw that it was the middle-aged man. She showed a pure smile and said: "Mr. Painting early! I was looking for my elder brother, but I didn't find him, but I was watching here. As for his portrait, was this painted by Mr. Painter last night?"
The immature voice with a small milky voice, innocent and soft, especially the child's big twinkling eyes, which are as dazzling as jewels. I really want people to collect him.
"Yes, I had a good conversation with Ling brother last night, so I drew a picture for Ling brother. I woke up this morning just thinking about adding some scenery to the person in the painting, so it didn't seem monotonous." He was speaking. He took off the scroll on the wall and said to Tangning, "Come here, too!"
Tang Ning paused slightly when he saw him walking forward with the painting, and then glanced around the wall of the walking rail, and then followed him to the long table in the front yard.
Seeing him spread out the painting, take out the paint and lay it out, she took the pen and drew a picture of the landscape on the background of the open space. While she was watching, she stared at the person in the painting.
No matter how good the painting skills are, it is impossible to even paint the black air on his Yintang. Thinking of the weirdness of this house and the countless paintings in it, she felt that praying for the wind to make up for the trapped in the painting. It's not impossible, it's just that, a person who is alive, and still such a big person, how did he fit him into this painting?
She looked at the scroll, and the white drawing paper couldn't see anything, but faintly felt that there seemed to be a layer of spiritual energy fluctuating on it. If it was weird, it should be the pattern on the side.
Pattern...
If this pattern is erased, can the person in the painting be released?