"You, you liar. Zhang Xiaowen grew her mouth.

"You may call me however you like, but I actually like you to describe me more resourcefully. Mo Tian glanced at his mouth, and suddenly his face became extremely serious and deep, and his gaze swept over the bodies of everyone around him: "You are one of the few people I can trust in this world." ”

His gaze was quite meaningful, and he stayed on Fang Zhenghua for a while and said, "Director Fang, you won't be an old man's meticulous work, right?" ”

"Ahem, ahem, the old man has done right in his life and sat up straight...... You," Fang Zhenghua looked angry.

"Well, don't do that in front of me. You old fox, are you still pretending? I know you're not so badly hurt. ”

"Old man, that's ...... Ahem, seriously injured. Fang Zhenghua's face turned red and wanted to refute.

"Well, I don't care if you're really hurt or not, but I trust you, and now I need you to do me a favor. Mo Tian said quickly: "I said just now, the old man's space magic has a time limit, I have studied it for a long time, and the remaining time is six hours, if you want to use the space method again in the original place, it is almost impossible, and there are still a bunch of Da Luo Jin Immortals outside us, but just in case, we only have six hours, from now until tomorrow's dawn, for the future of all mankind we have to fight!"

"What do you need us to do?!" After listening to Mo Tian's words, everyone couldn't help but tense their nerves!

Mo Tian quickly walked to the study, rummaged through the cabinets for a while, and when he came out, he held a large pile of white paper, paints, and a few palettes, ink pens, and a grinding ink table......

What's to be done?

"Paint!" this is Mo Tian's answer to everyone.

"What to draw?" Zhang Xiaowen held the brush and faced the white paper in front of her, her head was as blank as white paper.

"It's too late to paint a master's painting, it's better to copy the master's handwriting, anyway, it has to be good-looking, and it must be recognized by this museum. I suspect that the Book of Creation has also been manipulated by the old man, so I dare not summon me, but I must go to hell.

But now all the media that enter Hell have been taken away by the old man, and the rules of the Hell Art Museum are that if you want to enter the art museum, you must paint, and if you are at the master level, other means are too much to move. ”

Mo Tian said that he had already started to set up the paints, and there were a lot of brushes here, enough for everyone to brush, but who could paint master-level works?

In addition to Mo Tian here, even if the three girls occasionally use their pens, it is for pure interest, not to mention masters, it is already very good if they are not unsightly.

"I can't draw, but I can help with color matching" Zhang Qiyue waved her hand very simply, painting is not something that can be done in a day or two, she is self-aware.

"I, I won't. Zhang Xiaowen lowered her head a little embarrassed, let alone painting, even looking at paintings is a very small thing for her.

"I will, Xiaowen, you help me study ink. Fang Zhenghua said loudly.

Mo Tian raised his face, stared at Fang Zhenghua with his eyes like electricity, and then smiled: "It's great that Director Fang can paint, I have the opportunity to see everyone's handwriting today." ”

"Whatever everyone writes, cough cough, it's all things that can't be put on the table. Fang Zhenghua smiled.

"Very good, then I will paint with Director Fang, and Qiyue and Xiaowen will be responsible for ink research and color grading. As for Finney, you look around you and keep an eye on what I've just told you. ”

"We only have two hours, whether it is made or not, and I must go to hell after two hours, Fini, remember the time!"

Finney nodded.

Mo Tian and Fang Zhenghua picked up a paintbrush and a brush respectively on the white paper.

One person has five colors of oil paint, a Western painting with a thick tone, and the other is a brush painting with thick ink and deep meaning. In the silence of the night, only the rustle of pens on the paper remained.

Zhang Xiaowen looked at Fang Zhenghua's appearance of lightly sketching on the drawing paper, and couldn't help but sigh in her heart, "The painting is so good!" The clouds and rivers flow, and she looks like everyone else, but at the same time, she is surprised in her heart, when did the director of the bureau know how to draw? Why have I never seen him use a pen before?

I don't know why Zhang Xiaowen's mind suddenly remembered Mo Tian's painting just now. In fact, Fang Zhenghua had been hiding clumsily before. Hide yourself.

Listening to Mo Tian's tone, Fang Zhenghua seems to be a very powerful person, although Fang Zhenghua has repeatedly denied it, but Zhang Xiaowen's heart believes what Mo Tian said even more (most of the women are outward. ）

She always felt in her heart that Fang Zhenghua was a very powerful person, her most respected elder, and Fang Zhenghua saved herself many times when she was in danger in the middle of a mission.

Sometimes, she regards Fang Zhenghua as a brother worth relying on in her heart, and he is also one of the few male surnames she gets along with better in the Dragon Bureau.

Fang Zhenghua seemed to feel Zhang Xiaowen's gaze and raised his head, and the latter hurriedly turned his face away.

"It's done!"

Director Mo put the pen away, and the image of a graceful and luxurious beautiful woman jumped on the paper, this is the famous oil painting 'Madame Bovary', seeing that Mo Tian painted a woman, the other two women were faintly unhappy.

But when they saw that woman was a white-fleshed, almost fat foreign female ghost, their hearts were relieved, Mo Tian would not like this kind of woman even if his vision was bad.

Fang Zhenghua just finished his pen, he painted landscapes, a few brushstrokes on the green mountains, a huge atmosphere of fish jumping on the paper! There is also a lonely boat in the mountain river, quite a kind of fishing alone in the cold river and snow.

Mo Tian's eyes couldn't help but light up, and when the picture scrolls of the two people were hung on the wall, they both lit up with a faint light at the same time, which was recognized by the Hell Art Museum.

These two paintings also became a hell pass at this time!

"An hour and a half, faster than I expected, good, it should have come. Now, you are here to keep watch, don't let the creatures of hell pass through this door, don't make a noise! Even if you kill, you have to kill quietly, understand?"

Mo Tian ordered it very seriously, any mistake in any detail at this moment could lead to a loss!

Before leaving, he looked at Fang Zhenghua with a smile and said: "Director Fang, I don't want to know who you are, and I have no interest in your secrets, so I will advise you a word, now that the world is gone, what's the use of your secrets being hidden?"

Talking plunged into the scroll. left a strange Fang Zhenghua behind.

The next day, when the first rays of morning light came out, the door of the Hell Museum was slowly opened. Curator Mo, dressed in a casual sweatshirt, slowly walked out of the gate and stretched out in the sunlight in front of the gate.

Those immortals came out of the rental hut one after another, they had been waiting for Mo Tian for a long time, although not sleeping all night was nothing to immortals like them.

But Mo Tian looked at these immortals who were slowly coming, and his face was full of tiredness. Mo Tian knew that they were worried about what happened yesterday.

Those controlled madmen made them not close their eyes all night, and this madness was really indulged by someone! And that person was able to indulge in a madman, does that mean that that person also has a way to get rid of madness?

What the immortals want to do most in their hearts is to find that person, ask for the antidote to madness, and then cut it with a thousand knives! But they alone are not enough!

Not to mention anything else, just the crazy people in the hands of that person are not present at all, and these dozen immortals can deal with them, and there are many ants that can bite and kill elephants.

Therefore, Director Mo Tian Mo has become their greatest hope.

Everyone saw Mo Tian's devastated appearance yesterday, which was also one of the reasons why they were in a tangled mood last night. It wasn't until now that they breathed a sigh of relief after seeing Mo Tian come out safely.

"Lao Jun, I see that you are not in good spirits, is it because my reception is not to your liking?

"Director Mo, he is really in danger, and now the situation, and he still has such a ridiculous heart, he really has the style of a general. Taishang Laojun couldn't help but sigh with emotion.

"When you laugh, you laugh, otherwise you have to wash your face with tears when you encounter a predicament?" Mo Tian smiled faintly.

Lao Jun's eyes lit up: "Could it be that Director Mo already has a countermeasure." ”

"The countermeasure is not counted, and the current situation is just a desperate life. Mo Tian shook his head slightly, almost not saying that his head had a big scar.

Taishang Laojun's face was solemn, and he said, "We people...... They all believe in Director Mo, and Director Mo has something to do, even if he is told. For the sake of the common people in the world...... We're here to go!"

Mo Tian shook his head: "I don't want your life, and I don't want the people in the world." Just do what I told you to do!"

"Please rest assured, Director Mo! However, when will this battle be. Lao Jun's face was more worried, because the longer the time dragged on, the more people who were insane, and the greater the variables they might encounter!

"When it's time to come, it's coming. ”

As soon as Mo Tian's words fell, they suddenly fell one by one

A long, ethereal howl seemed to come from the sky, and everyone turned their heads to look at it with a surprised shock.

I saw a bloody light rising up from the sky far away! Even if it was thousands of miles away, the earth-destroying power emanating from the pillar of light made everyone's hearts tremble!

Mo Tian stared into the distance, and his voice carried irrepressible solemnity: "Battle...... Here we go!" (To be continued.) )