Hou Xiaojie nodded, a little absent-minded, obviously not listening to their words.

He didn't listen, but Pan Yu did.

"Okay, don't be blindly confident one by one, if we were really so awesome, we would have killed him a long time ago, as for Uncle Zhao's turn to make a move today?"

"If it weren't for Uncle Zhao, we would all have to die tonight." Pan Yu said.

Only then did the crowd calm down.

If you don't dare to think about it, think about it.

If it weren't for this passive sealing trap, Qian Feng would probably have assassinated Zhao Chunsheng.

As soon as Zhao Chunsheng died, I am afraid that in Qian Feng's eyes, everyone is not a person.

"Gotta get it, then I'll call the sulfuric acid quickly, where to send it? Is that a lab in the West Mountains? Tang Jiaping said with a straight face.

Without further ado, there is no point in standing here and rambling on the conference, it is better to seize the time and soak this painting in sulfuric acid, so that everyone can sleep peacefully.

"Yes, the jars over there are ready-made, large and small, so let's contact them quickly." Pan Yu said.

"Where's the iron box? This thing is also important. Hou Xiaojie said.

Just enough to put a painting in the iron box, it's really hard to find on the market.

Pan Yu said: "This is the best thing to do, I called Uncle Chen directly and asked him to weld one directly for us with a 2-centimeter-thick steel plate." ”

This is good, go directly to his store, don't need to lock it, just weld him to death.

"yes, I didn't think of that." Hou Xiaojie said.

Seeing that Pan Yu was able to lead everyone and lead everyone in the right direction, Zhao Chunsheng showed a subtle smile.

It is also a knowing smile.

Xiao Yu still grew up in the end.

It's not the little ghost who relied on the old man's face and was naughty and mischievous all over the street.

Speaking of Pan Yu's mischief, there was an incident that almost made Zhao Chunsheng's nose crooked.

At that time, Pan Yu was only seven years old, and after school, he didn't eat, so he ran to his store with his schoolbag on his back, saying that he wanted to do his homework.

As a result, while he was away, Pan Yu unbuttoned his pants and peed into his ink tank.

It is all a well-cultivated magic ink, which can communicate with heaven and earth, and if you use this ink to draw symbols, you can use it directly without an edict.

I don't know how many people in the Daomen covet it, after all, for the people in the Daomen, drawing talismans is quite a tedious job.

Every step must be exquisite, and every step must not be wrong, otherwise the previous efforts will be wasted.

But just this bubble of rhubarb urine ruined Zhao Chunsheng's three years of hard work, not only that, but he didn't know it when Zhao Chunsheng was painting.

If the magic is polluted, the spell will naturally not work, and if the spell fails, the backlash will come.

Without knowing it, Zhao Chunsheng painted directly and vomited blood and fainted on the spot.

If Pan Yuandao hadn't arrived in time, where would Zhao Chunsheng still be alive?

Here.

Zhao Chunsheng owed the old Pan family another life.

Although the culprit is Pan Yu, the child is only seven years old, and he is not intentional, so this favor is owed in a vague way.

Far from it.

To get back to the point, Pan Yu is in full swing preparing sulfuric acid here, but Qian Feng in the world in the painting has a splitting headache.

……

As far as the eye can see, all the maple forests have been reduced to ashes, and there is no grass growing at all.

Qian Feng didn't use the Thunder Fire Pill anymore, that thing was too powerful.

I can't achieve super-fast regeneration now, so be cautious about using that unlucky thing.

He used the embers to burn all the plants.

But it didn't achieve the effect I wanted.

What to do?

Do you want to destroy this river?

Is it possible that throwing a thunder fire pellet into the river can cause a large amount of water vapor?

The water vapor can directly wet the painting.

When the painting is covered with water vapor, the painting will be destroyed and the seal will be lifted?

I'll be able to get out too?

Definitely!

If you think of it, you will do it immediately, this can be regarded as Qian Feng's motto, he took out two thunder fire pills in a row and threw them into the river.

Instead of rushing to detonate, he ran three hundred meters away, believing that it was already a safe distance.

The sword finger in his hand was pointed in front of his chest: "Explosion!" ”

"Boom!" With a loud bang, the water splashed ten meters high in an instant, not to mention how spectacular the picture was.

A huge white water vapor rose up, and Qian Feng observed intently.

But from the time these water vapors appeared to the time they disappeared, the world here did not change in the slightest.

Exercise!

Where is the key to escaping!

Is it true that I can't get out of this life?

Or must the painting be destroyed by chance before I can be lucky enough to get out?

What if it hasn't been destroyed all the time?!

The anger was only short-lived, and Qian Feng quickly calmed down.

"I paint the blue river water, and I love the maple leaves on the evening pavilion." He began to ponder this poem: "The blue river was painted by Zhao Chunsheng, and on the evening pavilion, the maple leaves are sad." ”

"This Nima is a sick sentence at all, except for the moon on the evening pavilion, you can't see half a maple leaf at all."

"Wait, is it the moon?!"