Although I agreed to the contest with the "Drawing Fairy", the white-bearded old man and the "Wang Shinephew" still argued. The pen and fun pavilion www.biquge.info nothing more than the white-bearded old man who thinks that I will suffer a loss in the competition with the "painting fairy".

The two blew their beards and stared, arguing so much that their faces were red. I wanted to stay away, but the room was so big that I had to sit in the corner and set up a soundproof barrier to block out the sound of their quarrel.

Fortunately, the skull has always been next to me, and it is counted as passing the time by talking to me about some of the things that are not there.

"Skull, do you know anything about the demon slayer known as the 'Painted Immortal'?"

"My lord, please call me Bruce Skull."

I looked at him and didn't want to speak.

The skull shrugged, his spine straightening, and he straightened the scarf around his neck and cleared his throat.

"It's just a demon slayer who doesn't go into the stream, and he can create some illusions. See that giant brush on his back? That's his magic weapon. He can paint out of thin air, and if his opponent is not focused enough, he will fall into his painting and get lost in the illusion he has created. ”

Listening to the skull's words, I noticed the paintbrush on the back of the "painting fairy". At first, I thought it was a sword wrapped in black cloth, but I didn't expect it to be a brush.

It reminds me of the youkai I once met at a café. Compared with the monster's ability to "turn from real to virtual, from virtual to real", this demon exterminator's ability is also a small thing. I can't deal with that big monster, but it shouldn't be that difficult to deal with this demon slayer.

"If I had taken away his brush from the beginning, I would no longer have come to 'Draw Immortals'."

"Your Excellency is wise."

Knowing the specific strength of that "painting immortal", I also have confidence in my heart. At this time, the quarrel over there also ended.

The white-bearded old man sat down like a defeated rooster. He glanced in my direction, a little unbearable and apologetic.

He opened his mouth to say a word, but I didn't hear it. I thought he didn't make a sound, but I saw the skull wave his hand and remove the soundproof barrier.

It turned out that it was the soundproof barrier that isolated his voice.

I secretly lamented that I couldn't do anything lately, and I was always distracted.

"Yiren Xiaoyou, that 'painting fairy' is not easy to deal with. It's also that I didn't think it through, I didn't expect that the people of my family would be so insidious, and they actually invited the 'Painting Fairy' too. For the sake of your safety, Yiren Xiaoyou, you can quit this competition, I won't blame you. ”

"What is the identity of that 'painting fairy'?"

"Ten years ago, he was a member of my family, and he was the leader of the younger generation. I don't know why I was expelled from the family later.

Wang Dazhi and I agreed that the people on both sides must not be members of the family, this is our private game, and it does not involve the family. I didn't expect to be caught by him this time, and invited the 'painting fairy'. ”

"He's amazing?"

"If he says he's good, he'll only swing his brush. If he is not powerful, almost all the people who fight against him are defeated by his men. His brush has a weirdness. ”

"What's weird?"

"His brush...... Forget it, since you don't participate in the competition, this matter has nothing to do with you. I'll let the little baby send you out. ”

The white-bearded old man let out a long sigh, obviously giving up this competition, that is, giving up the five-colored stone. The white-bearded old man stretched out his hand, a few meters away, rolled up the doudou, tore off the talisman paper on his body, and the ropes that tied the doudou automatically slipped off.

Doudou rubbed his buttocks, touched his pigtails, pouted, and asked the white-bearded old man: "Master, do you really not want that five-color stone?" ”

The white-bearded old man's beard shook, his lips squirmed a few times, and he waved his hand impatiently: "Don't want it, don't want it, isn't it just a five-color stone?" I don't know if it's true or not. I don't believe it, because I haven't found a few five-color stones. Walking, you leave with Yiren Xiaoyou. ”

Pulling the corners of my clothes, I turned around three times at a time, but I hesitated but refused to go.

I didn't bother to think about whether the old man with the white beard and Doudou were acting to gain my sympathy, or if they were really thinking about my safety and letting me go. Since this game doesn't exist, I'm less troublesome, so why not?

I was about to step out of the door under the gaze of a few people, but I didn't expect the painting fairy to quickly flash over, pull the brush out of his back, and stop in front of me.

"Something?"

"Let's fight."

"I'm not interested, and I'm not available."

"Then you don't want to leave today."

He grabbed my wrist and flew forward, stepping on the windowsill with a brush in his right hand and quickly drawing a pair of wings in the air. The pair of wings went from illusory to real in the blink of an eye, one wing grabbed me, the other grabbed him, and the next second I felt my body soar into the air and jump off the ledge.

The sudden weightlessness almost made me scream, but soon I felt my descent very slowly, and the sound of wings fluttering in my ears.

I glanced at the wing next to me, and it turned out that the wing really seemed to grow on my body, controlling the speed at which I was descending.

It's a completely different feeling than I feel flying with spells, and I think it's a bit fresh. There was a dull pain in my wrist, and I realized that the painting fairy was still pinching my wrist. I shook his hand away with a hard thump.

In mid-air, he forgot about me in some surprise, probably not expecting my strength to be so strong. He frowned, looking a little unhappy.

But whether he is happy or not has nothing to do with me. I drew another wing in the air with my hand, but this wing did not change from virtual to real like the one I drew before I painted the fairy.

I heard a mocking sneer from the painting fairy, and the next moment I felt my body weightless again, it turned out that the painting fairy had made the wings useless.

I'm still more than ten meters above the ground, and if I'm really an ordinary person, I'm afraid I'll fall into meat.

The painting fairy fluttered his wings and flew in front of me: "Those who do not measure themselves should be punished." Scared, little girl? If you're afraid, beg me, and maybe I'll let you live. ”

He clasped his hands to his chest and looked like he was watching a good show. I also vaguely heard the angry shouts of the white-bearded old man, probably he didn't expect this painting fairy to come up with such a trick.

But I didn't care about any of this, and after a little thought, I figured out the crux of the matter. I drew the aura from the air into the wings I had drawn, and the wings fluttered a few times, gradually turning from transparent to solid.

I felt a little sense of accomplishment, and as soon as my mind moved, the wings flew over and "grown" on my body, and the speed at which I fell was controlled.

I raised an eyebrow defiantly at the fairy, and then I harnessed my wings: fly straight to the ring.