"Don't tell me this is your plan!"

Yu Siqi whispered to the painter beside him, who was hiding behind a large wooden plank. And the annoyed Wang Ba is constantly looking for their traces everywhere.

Thankfully, they're safe for now. That's why Yu Siqi dared to take the time to complain to the painter, but after he said it, he noticed that the painter who was originally cating beside him had unconsciously climbed behind another box, where he was turning his back to himself and making some trouble.

"What are you doing?" Yu Siqi asked.

"Draw."

The other party's tone was so flat that Yu Siqi almost thought that he was chatting with him. Looking at the painter's calm and relaxed posture, Yu Siqi remembered that he had seen a similar attitude in others before, and he generally dared to be so leisurely at such a critical juncture, I am afraid that he has a plan?

Thinking of this, Yu Siqi's eyes lit up slightly, and he asked politely: "Have you thought of any good plans?" ”

"No, as you can see, I'm just drawing." In order to let Yu Siqi better see the success of his labor, the painter deliberately moved his body half a step to the left, holding a wooden stick that looked like he had picked up on the ground.

As if someone had poured a large bucket of ice water on top of his head, the hope-like foam that had just risen in Yu Siqi's heart was ruthlessly punctured.

"Is this the time to draw?" Yu Siqi asked unwillingly.

“... It really doesn't fit, but I have to draw it, if you don't mind. The painter shrugged his shoulders and returned to his place to continue painting on the ground.

Yu Siqi, who knew that he could not rely on the painter anymore, stuck his head out of the plank, and he hardly needed much effort to find the signs of Wang Ba, and the heat wave on his face had basically told him that Wang Ba, who could breathe fire, was still hovering around here.

Looks like I'm going to have to hide here for a while. Yu Siqi thought helplessly, because he was bored, he leaned towards the painter curiously, and he was surprised to find that the painting made by the painter on the ground was exactly the same as the mural on the wall.

And the creator himself was unaware of it, still using the blackened wooden stick to outline every line on the ground.

Finally, when the painter happily threw away the stick, he examined his painting with great vigour. But the visible change in expression was completely captured by Yu Siqi, and soon... The painter with a pale face even stretched out his hands like dry bones and destroyed the work he had just painted.

Looking at the deep claw marks on the ground, and then looking at the painter's somewhat crazy expression. Yu Siqi suddenly had a bad premonition in his heart, he subconsciously kept a distance from the painter, and tried to keep his body down.

At this moment, the painter, who was completely 'out of control', suddenly raised his head to the sky and let out a long roar. Although this cry did not cause much stimulation to Siqi, there was no doubt that this sound perfectly exposed their location.

Hearing the sound, the king eight was very fast, and the fire of the king eight shells sprayed straight towards the painter. However, although the painter has lost his mind at the moment, he has not lost consciousness, and he will still fight back assertively.

But Yu Siqi's side was not very comfortable, not to mention how scorching the hot heat wave was, but to say that the 'backer' plank he had finally found was also ignited because of the flames that were affected.

Thankfully, I was able to stay away from the painter's position early on, because as it stands, it was already on fire.

Yu Siqi, who felt that the painter was more auspicious and less auspicious, did not have much emotion, not only because his emotions were relatively cold recently, but also because this was a dream. Therefore, taking advantage of Wang Ba's wreak havoc there, Yu Siqi decided that it was better for him to leave quietly.

After all, the attention of the eighth king was basically attracted by the painter. And with the sky-high fire, Yu Siqi didn't think he could do anything.

Yu Siqi, who hurriedly fled to a high ground, looked at the large scene below that was engulfed in flames, and felt that the painter probably would not survive. But before his idea could be officially realized, a figure engulfed in flames flew into the air in the sea of fire below.

Beneath the strips of cloth burned by the flames was a terrible body, burned to the black, like baked jerky, dry fingers clenching the lit paintbrush, waving vigorously in the air.

Soon, the flames on the ground were gradually doused by the pitch-black ink, and the unwilling Wang Ba roared again. And then did the most unexpected thing for Yu Siqi, yes... It's actually going to run away?

The menacing Wang Ba was like a 'rat crossing the street', running towards its own deep pool in an extremely embarrassed manner.

However, the painter in the sky didn't seem to intend to let it go easily, and with a few shakes of the brush, several pitch-black magic circles appeared on the ground, and a black ink line shot out from each magic circle, and finally directly trapped Wang Ba in a triangular array composed of ink lines. Surrounded by the triangular array, Wang Ba naturally would not willingly become a 'turtle in an urn', and it raised its head and spat a few mouthfuls of flames the size of a basin at the painter in the sky. The temperature emitted by each flame made Yu Siqi, who was standing on a high slope from afar, a little uncomfortable.

He decided to move it back again, firstly, to make it easier for him to 'act at the opportune moment', and secondly, it was also good for his body, after all, the temperature was too unpleasant.

When Siqi turned his gaze back to the painter, he found that there was no painter in the sky. Pulling his gaze down a little, the painter covered in charcoal was already scuffling with Wang Ba on the ground.

The collision between the forelimbs and the paintbrush, every contact erupted into a loud sound, and the extremely violent movement not only made Yu Siqi's scalp tingle, but also destroyed the field below.

The battle between the two sides was in full swing, during which the flames on Wang Ba's body were completely gone, and the painter's brush was like charcoal.

Even so, none of them wanted to stop early. Judging from the painter's physical state and the feeling that this treasury gave him, Yu Siqi felt that most of the responsibility for the tragic situation here was due to the grumpy Wang Ba. So now when he sees the painter and the Wang Ba, who loves to play with fire, have a fierce fight, Yu Siqi is still a little relieved.

After all, if it hadn't been burned down in the past, I might have found a lot of written documents and other materials. But looking at it now, the best thing he could find was probably one or two planks or two that hadn't been burned.

Just as Yu Siqi put 'wings' on his thoughts and planned to 'spread his wings and fly high', the series of cannonball-like explosions below pulled his mind back to 'reality'.

When Yu Siqi looked at it, he found that the brush in the painter's hand had been completely broken, and the painter who had lost his weapon looked at the only half of the pen in his hand blankly, and his expression was a little lost.

And the Wang Ba on the other end is not particularly uncomfortable, it was knocked to the ground and shook its limbs directly with its belly upwards, and its body spewed out a little spark from time to time.

'Is it evenly matched?' No, it seems that the eight kings have a slight upper hand.

Because Yu Siqi noticed that after the Wang Ba finally turned his body over, he didn't pay attention to the dull-eyed painter opposite, but quickly broke through the restriction of the ink line and rushed straight towards the high slope where he was.

"Is this necessary?" Yu Siqi complained a little in his heart, the two legs were indeed 'full power', and he didn't dare to 'slacken' half a point, after all, after seeing its 'destructive power' with his own eyes, he didn't want to become a 'hard jerky' like a painter.