Subsequently, Zhang Yixing had another verbal battle with the painter.

A painter with autism, where can Zhang Yixing, who can say that he eats by his mouth, was immediately denied and faced life with no face, and his face was gloomy.

Jin Zhongren suddenly spoke: "Look over there!"

Lu Liangren followed his line of sight, it was a set of brush tools, including water-soluble brushes, oil brushes, sketch pens, watercolor pens, etc., densely placed in a brush bag, next to the easel.

"Hey, that paintbrush ......" she felt an indescribable throbbing in her heart.

"It's a prop!" Kim Zhongren affirmed: "That's a system prop, and this painter is also a player!"

Lu Liangren only felt incredible when he heard it.

Zhang Yixing was not surprised: "It should be right, although according to the oldest resident, he has lived in this oil painting for more than ten years, but combined with our own experience and the time when the police came in, a month in the oil painting is about 1 hour in the real world, so more than ten years is only ten days in the real world, which coincides with the time when the system appeared, and it is very likely that the set of brushes is a system prop." ”

"System, you just said the system, right? Are you also players?" said the painter suddenly.

Jin Zhongren sneered: "Hey, your ears are so smart!"

"No," Zhang Yixing shook his head: "At such a distance, our voice should not reach his ears if we speak so low, it may be to look at the mouth shape, and painters generally need a relatively high degree of observation." ”

"Hahaha, that's right, I guessed it by looking at your mouths! It turned out to be a few players, so I said, how could a human walk through my painting. The painter said with a fierce look in his eyes, and he pulled out a drawing and threw it on the ground, and after a puff of smoke there were four more than 3 meters tall skeleton soldiers with long swords in their hands and shields on their arms.

"Since you are a player, you have to stay, your body must contain higher energy, as long as you die in my painting, I can have higher painting skills. ”

Seeing the four three-meter-tall skeletons running over with their giant swords, everyone was stunned for a while, and then immediately scattered and ran away, greeting the painter's ancestors as they ran.

Jin Zhongren snorted coldly and pushed Lu Liangren towards Zhang Yixing, and then a flash appeared beside the painter, but just as he was about to put his hand on the painter's neck, a thick and long tail covered with hard armor suddenly pierced his back, Jin Zhongren could only give up the attack and roll on the spot to avoid it.

After dodging, he looked up and saw a very large scorpion hanging upside down on the ceiling, above the abdomen was a human body, with strong muscles, and below the abdomen was a scorpion, especially the long tail hook, swinging in mid-air and making a clicking sound.

"Scorpion King?!" Jin Zhongren was stunned.

"Hahahaha, it's not all!" The painter laughed and threw down another painting, and a beautiful woman with a red upper body appeared, dragging a long snake tail, and her head was also densely packed with slender small snakes, and her eyes were very bright.

"Medusa the Gorgon?!Oh no, don't look at her eyes, you will turn into a stone statue if you see her!!" Zhang Yixing said and quickly turned his head to the side and covered Lu Liangren's eyes.

At this moment, Lu Liangren heard the painter laugh again: "Hahaha, I'll send you another group of little guys." ”

A dense buzz followed.

"Oh my God!"

"What are these?"

"God, have you really given up on your people?"

Old Jack and the others exclaimed.

At this time, Zhang Yixing also put down his hand and smiled bitterly at the landing beloved: "Beloved, take good care of yourself, remember not to look at Medusa's eyes, I ...... now There's really no way to take care of you anymore. As he spoke, he stretched out his hands, and the demonic power was unleashed with all his might, and the green vines stretched out from the tips of his fingers, instantly building a large green net.

Lu Liangren looked around - those skeleton soldiers were still chasing and killing Old Jack and them, and even one was standing next to him, but his body was covered with vines, and he had been controlled by Zhang Yixing. The Scorpion King and Kim Zhongren are still fighting, plus Medusa is in the war, Jin Zhongren has to avoid Medusa's eyes, and he has to resist the Scorpion King's tail, and he is also embarrassed for a while. At this time, a large group of fist-sized strange insects appeared in mid-air, with large heads and small bodies, and thin mouthparts.

What should I do? As soon as the painter shook his hand, countless monsters poured out, and only Ah Ren could fight on their side, and even Zhang Yixing was also an auxiliary profession, at most he controlled monsters.

Everything was going in the most unfavorable direction, but at this time, Kim Zhongren suddenly broke away from the battle, ran behind the painter, picked up a sketch pen and a picture album and threw it over.

"Sister, you also paint. ”

"Huh?!" Lu Liangren was puzzled.

Zhang Yixing reacted instantly, quickly stretched out the vine and rolled up the pen and album on the ground and handed it to her, "Liangliang, I remember that you have also learned painting before, right, and you have won awards." You also draw, draw something out to help us. ”

The painter was stunned for a moment, then laughed: "Do you think that anyone can use these props? If you don't have enough painting skills, you can't make them material." ”

"I, I ......" Lu Liangren was so nervous with a sketch pen and album that his hands and feet trembled, "I haven't painted for many years, I can't do it, I can't do it." ”

Zhang Yixing looked back at her with sharp eyes: "You can do it! You can! You don't always lack self-confidence, you have to remember that you are the Lu Liangren who once won the provincial painting competition!"

Lu Liangren was stunned by his staring, and said nonsense: "Yes, I can, I can do it, I have won the championship, I have studied for two years, and, and, and...... Kris taught me again, and he said that I am Liangmu, Liangmu......"

Under such self-hypnosis (deception), she finally picked up the brush, but looking at the snow-white drawing paper, the tip of the pen paused for several seconds, and finally cried: "I don't even know what to draw......"

"Draw the most powerful and trustworthy in your heart, anything!" Zhang Yixing struggled to deal with the dense insects, and at this time, someone had already begun to scream.

"The most powerful ...... The most trusted ......"

Lu Liangren's mouth kept chattering, emptying all distractions, which was also taught to her by Kris, who said that when he painted, he only thought about what he wanted to draw, and didn't think about anything else.

The tip of the pen finally fell on the paper, one stroke, two strokes, screams and buzzing to form a sonata, and when the big skeleton swung his sword and slashed to the floor, his whole body would be shaken, and Zhang Yixing's vines were already covered with insects, and they were almost blocking the light and couldn't see the paper...... Just when his hand was about to cramp, Lu Liangren's first painting was finally completed.

Amidst the screams of pain around her, she stretched out her hand and stroked the drawing paper, and prayed in a low voice: "I must succeed, I don't have time to paint a second painting, so you must come - come out!!"

Lu Liangren slapped the paper on the ground, and after a puff of smoke, a tall and handsome guy showed a mouthful of big white teeth and looked at her and smiled......