"Baoyu... Baoyu..."

Lin Daiyu cried, and soon, all kinds of mushrooms and aunts rushed over, and they were not stupid and hurriedly hidden, but they couldn't take the paintings with them.

A room full of people, crying and crying, as if they were not stupid and upset.

"Painting..."

"Don't worry, master, she is Jia Huan now, and she shouldn't hide it."

Jin Mu and the old turtle god hid on the side, watching quietly, and the old turtle counted the points.

"No, Sister Fool, this point is not enough, there are still five hundred."

"Five hundred?!"

Wan Buyu touched his chin, "But I've bumped into all the people in this Grand View Garden, is it possible, I still have to bump into people in other mansions?" Or, smash the house here?"

"It shouldn't be..."

"Daiyu!"

A terrible cry came, attracting Wan Buyu's attention.

"Lin Daiyu hanged?"

"What's going on!"

The three of them are very confused, and this plot deviates too much from the original book, right? Isn't it impossible to change the character design, so why the plot...

"I understand, Lin Daiyu cried to death for Baoyu, and from the perspective of the relationship between the two, it is indeed true, Lin Daiyu returned her life's tears to Jia Baoyu."

Wan Buyu rubbed his head, "We probably have to get out of here and go to the Illusory Realm." ”

"But how do you get out?"

Jin Mu and Wan Buyu were upset by the crying of the people in this room, and went out directly.

"Eh, wait for me and you two."

The old turtle chased after him and pointed to the painting, "Sister Yu, have you bumped into her?"

"Jia Huan? I've bumped into it!"

"No, foolish sister, I'm talking about paintings."

Yes... I see.

"Old turtle, peel the painting out of Jia Huan's body!"

"Order!"

The old turtle was neat and neat, and lifted the painting directly from Jia Huan's body, and Jin Mu flew up with a kick and lifted Jia Huan out of the Grand View Garden. Listen to the school bag

"I'll go, Jin Mu, will you kick people to death with this kick?"

The old turtle looked at Jia Huan, who flew out without a sound, and felt sorry for him for three seconds.

"It doesn't matter if he dies or not, it's not a real person."

The painting was violently pulled out of Jia Huan's body, fluttering, and there was no reaction.

Wan Buyu looked at the painting, raised his hand and punched the painting's abdomen, and the score was ineffective, and it passed into Wan Buyu's palm.

"Foolish sister, it's full! Six thousand in total. ”

"Six thousand? Isn't it five hundred and three thousand?"

The old turtle handed the small mirror of the peeping scroll to Wan Buyu, "Foolish sister, look, five hundred came, and suddenly it changed to six thousand." ”

"That's fine, it's safer."

Wan Buyu shook the painting, "Painting? Painting? Can you hear me?"

"Listen... Listen... See..."

"No, she's still empty, I have to stabilize her soul and put it in my orb."

Wan Buyu turned over for a long time, "Eh, where are my orbs and jade lotus?"

"Sister foolish, you forgot, in order to save Jin Mu, you fused these two magic weapons into his body."

The old turtle poked Jin Mu's backbone.

"Then, Jin Mu, you take the soul of the painting first, don't disperse, we have to go out."

Wan Buyu threw the soul of the painting to Jin Mu, opened the black umbrella, forcibly opened a way, and flew towards the Illusory Realm.

In the process of flying upward, the old turtle watched the illusion of the Red Mansion under his feet gradually collapse, and finally disappeared with a bang.

"Will it make a difference?"

"Probably not."

At this moment, in the Quelun Palace, Wen'er was working, and suddenly heard the clear cracking sound of the mirror of the Red Mansion.

"Grandpa! The mirror of the Red House is broken!"

Jiaojiao was frightened and ran to Wen'er with some of the fragments in his hand.

"This, how can this be..."

Wen'er hurriedly ran to the dusty mirror that suddenly appeared and took a closer look.

"The dust is gone... The mirror is clear, ready to use!"