Sun Suhe was surprised and delighted, but he didn't expect that in this almost desperate situation, a glimmer of life suddenly appeared inexplicably. Although even Sun Suhe himself couldn't figure out what had just happened, but now that his body had regained his freedom, the enemy didn't do it immediately for some reason, and more importantly, the enemy's reaction before undoubtedly confirmed that his attack might indeed pose a threat to his trap, and there was no better chance than this, Sun Suhe didn't hesitate at all, turned around and roared into the air:

"Blossoms!"

The expected explosion of water vapor did not occur. Sun Suhe was dizzy for a while, as if all the energy in his body had been drained away. The magic book on his chest swayed and fell to the ground, Sun Suhe's body weakened, and as soon as he stepped into the air, the whole person almost fell directly to the ground, and finally staggered a few steps to stabilize his body, and there was a warm feeling on his lips, and he reached out to touch it, and his hands were full of red and dazzling nosebleeds.

What did that bastard do? No, is this feeling that my body can't handle the magic? Tsk, is it because of the moment I got out of trouble?

"You don't understand at all. Mr. Painting's fake body shook his head and smiled self-deprecatingly, "But you're doing a good job, and it seems that I'm going to have to be serious." ”

He brushed his five fingers across the canvas in front of him and said in a deep voice, "De_Nachtwacht (Night Watch) (1)." ”

In the air, two lumps of ink appeared out of thin air, they tumbled violently, and then suddenly expanded, suddenly changing into two puppet soldiers more than two meters tall, with a pitch-black body and a burly body.

These two soldiers were huge and full of oppression, but their speed did not become slow because of this, but they were as fast as ghosts, and as soon as they took shape, they instantly shot to Sun Suhe's side. Sun Suhe sighed in his heart, he thought to himself that even if he was healthy, he would not be able to hide, and now he was weak, and he had no power to resist at all, it was really whimpering. The two soldiers, one on the left and one on the right, like an eagle catching a chicken, directly buckled Sun Suhe's limb joints, and made him completely unable to move in the blink of an eye.

"You still don't get it. Why resist? I'm doing it for your own good. Mr. Painting's fake body put away the canvas, slowly paced in front of Sun Su's fit, and said sincerely with open hands like a priest's sermon: "Think about it, what is the value of your life? But a hundred years from now, two hundred years from now, who will remember you? What is the point? And now, I will give you a chance to give your name a chance to be enveloped in the sacred aura of art. ”

The corners of Mr. Hua's fake mouth were hooked, revealing an intoxicated smile, "Think about it, after a hundred years, thousands of years, people will still say: Ah, thank you for your great help, so that this precious cultural heritage of mankind can be preserved and appreciated by all mankind." This is the true supreme glory, and this is the value of your life. ”

"Bullshit!" Sun Suhe glared angrily, "Whether my life is worth or not is not up to you." ”

Mr. Painting's fake body was not dissatisfied, and asked with a gentle smile: "Hehe, what do you mean by that sentence? It's the summer bug, uh, can't you talk to it about winter ice cubes?"

"You ask me?"

"yes, you know what?"

"Huh. Sun Suhe snorted coldly.

"Don't you know? Mr. Painting's fake body shook his head, then patted Sun Suhe's head, and said in a firm tone: "But don't worry, I will let your summer insect enjoy the glory." ”

These words were by no means intended to be mocking, on the contrary, the words were even full of sincerity. Sun Suhe couldn't help but smile bitterly in his heart, this person is completely crazy! I am actually angry with a madman, this is really ...... Speaking of which, why did I suddenly become so angry that I almost lost my mind at that time? And the feeling of breaking through the shackles after that could be the "sword gall" that Lu Weishuang said? What was the hallucination of the mountain of corpses and the sea of blood that I saw at that time? Sun Suhe painstakingly recalled the previous situation, and he believed that it was not an incomparable miracle, but some kind of power that could be mastered, and perhaps this was the only hope that he could get out of.

"Is this a magic prop?" Mr. Paint's fake snapped his fingers, and a black soldier puppet appeared out of thin air next to him. The puppet soldier leaned down to pick up the magic book that had fallen to the ground and held it in front of his chest with both hands. Mr. Painting's fake body observed with interest and said to himself, "This ornament is ...... I have never seen before."

Before he finished speaking, the magic book in the puppet soldier's hand suddenly flashed green, and countless branches grew wildly, swarming out of the magic book like a tide.

The puppet soldier was instantly wrapped in branches. Mr. Painting's fake body laughed disdainfully, and then calmly raised his hand, and was about to make a move, when Sun Suhe saw a crack in the air in front of him, and the space was like broken glass. A thin cloud of green light burst out of it, flying and barely forming a broken magic circle in front of the crack.

"Oh no! it's an introduction!" Mr. Painting's fake eyes widened, and he looked at the magic book and roared, but it was too late, the green light of the magic array flowed, and two vines shot out like two evil dragons, instantly entangled him, and then pulled him into the crack at lightning speed.

The magic array ran out of power, and with a wail it disintegrated and vanished. The cracks in the air were also quickly closed. At the last moment before the crack disappeared, a long strip of green light wrapped around it shot out from the crack, and then stopped steadily in front of Sun Suhe.

This change happened almost instantly, Sun Suhe watched in a daze as the crack disappeared into the air, the mountain breeze blew, everything was as usual, but Mr. Painting's fake body had disappeared with the crack. Sun Suhe reacted immediately, no matter what happened just now, now is not the time to be in a daze. He immediately gritted his teeth and struggled desperately with all his strength to feed.

After Mr. Painting's fake body was forcibly pulled into the crack, the three black puppet soldiers also lost their source of strength. Sun Suhe was originally held in the joints of his limbs and lifted in the air. At this time, he pulled and writhed like crazy, and soon broke free from the puppet soldier's clamps, and the whole person fell to the ground on all fours, and fell to the ground in embarrassment.

The pain in his body was almost numb, Sun Suhe coughed violently a few times, and a mouthful of blood spit out fiercely with a full of annoyance, and the whole person immediately felt a lot more comfortable. Although his breathing was still a little difficult, the nosebleed had stopped, and he took a breath, and with a little force, he got up from the ground.

"Is this a fan?" Sun Suhe looked at the long strip-like object wrapped in green light in front of him, and his heart moved. He casually wiped the blood on his hand, then picked up the folding fan and unfolded it to take a closer look.

The nine-grade red sandalwood fan bone of the Japanese style, the pure white heavy silk fan surface, is inscribed with a song "Linjiang Immortal" by Yan Jidao, "After the dream, the building is locked, and the curtain hangs low when you wake up." Last year, when the spring hatred came. The falling flowers are independent, and the micro swifts are flying. I remember the first time Apple saw her, and she was very angry. The lutea strings say acacia. At that time, the bright moon was there, and it was back from the clouds. "The handwriting is thin, the bones are beautiful, and the thin gold body of Song Huizong is used, although the calligrapher did not leave a name, but even the layman can see that it is definitely a famous handwriting. At the lower end of the fan handle, there is also a knuckle-sized Shoushan stone seal as a fan pendant, which is delicate and exquisite, don't use interest.

"Isn't this Lu Weishuang's folding fan? It was sent by Alice? What does this mean?"

Just when Sun Suhe was puzzled, a wisp of colorful mist suddenly floated on the folding fan, Sun Suhe sighed lightly, and subconsciously wanted to take it farther, but before he could make a move, the wisp of mist had already rushed straight and pounced on his face.

"Go find the fireworks!" Lu Weishuang's anxious voice suddenly sounded in Sun Suhe's ears.