"The tiger beasts in this ink painting are inevitably too strong? Come at random, they are all in the high-level realm. If this is discovered by one of its little tigers, won't we have no power to resist at all, and we will all enter its mouth?" The grass demon looked at the tiger under the tree, and suddenly felt that his breath was under pressure.

"What's that, I haven't been trapped in this stone painting yet, but it's a god-level realm. Not to mention this ink painting, it is the immortals of the immortal clan, and I have to pay a little respect when I see it. The unicorn said disapprovingly.

"Good skills, it's better for Shenma to take action now and destroy those ink tigers, how about it?" The grass demon took the unicorn's words, half tentative and half disbelieving.

"I'm not a horse, I'm a foal. Please call this big colt boss, what kind of horse, it will seem that I am too old. Moreover, this stone painting consumed more than half of my immortal power. Now the foal can only rely on the immortal energy in his body to maintain his life. How can you still have extra strength to fight against the evil tiger. "When the unicorn thinks about the past, he is no longer happy or sad.

How glorious the past was, how painful it was to fall to the bottom of life. A life without a strong contrast between the peak and the bottom will not be able to realize how fearless a person needs to be in the severe pain gap brought about by suffering in order to get out of this predicament.

The unicorn was trapped in the stone painting, and in the first few years, it can be said that it gave up on itself to the extreme. It consumes a lot of immortal power to do useless work, and it also makes its status in the painting drop a few grades. Directly from the list of ancient paintings, down to the roadside stone paintings that have been exposed to the wind and sun.

However, the wind and waves either overthrow people and drown them in the deep sea, or they give people the power to make waves.

After countless years of grinding, the unicorn finally understood that truth. He drove away strong enemies and strategized, so that in his own small world, he broke out of the glory of ten thousand paintings.

The grass demon, who has just experienced the world, naturally can't understand the unicorn's state of mind.

He only thought that it was the unicorn's reluctant to use his strength to destroy the tiger, and the fire in his body couldn't stop burning even more.

He glared at the unicorn and said, "What do you call a colt, if you want others to call you like this, you have to show some real skills." Besides, there's no one in this place who is your subordinate. If you don't have the ability to destroy the enemy, you just talk nonsense there. ”

The unicorn leaned leisurely on the branch, picked a few pieces of ink and chewed them in his mouth, and did not say anything more.

The mere act of chewing the ink leaf made the grass demon tremble. The blades of grass have the same root, and the young leaves that are eaten by the unicorn in their mouths, he feels pain when he looks at them.

Shrinking back in fear, the grass demon looked downwards and said no more.

The tiger cub roared, sometimes playing, sometimes standing up and scratching the tree, and playing happily under the tree where Shen Moli and the other four were hiding. The young tiger's clear and immature eyes swept over the branches where a few people were, but it seemed that they couldn't see a few people.

"Is this tiger selectively blind, or is it so blurry that it can't see us when it looks so high?" said the unicorn fox.

"No, I'm afraid this is a loophole set up by the person who painted this ink painting. The tigers are not far from us, but under the painter's brush, even if they are thousands of miles away, they can be drawn very close with brush and ink. Even if it's a little closer, you can turn the tip of the pen to make it feel like a thousand miles away. Shen Moli broke it with a word.

This realm of ink painting itself is not a natural scene. Artificially painted, on the contrary, everything impossible has become a habitual thing.

"Why don't we sneak down from the tree, keep a distance from the tigers, and flee from here?" suggested the Grass Demon. Even though the tigers couldn't see him, the fact that the tigers were roaming around him all day long still made him feel terrified.

"No, as soon as we get off the tree, those ink tigers will immediately find our traces, and then we will try our best to escape, and we will be dead and lifeless. Mojia stopped.

His eyes were a little heavier, but in his heart he was measuring the probability of the person creating this ink painting dream, and the similarity with the dream he had elaborated at that time. If the man had drawn the ink according to his dream, the tigers would have left the place at sunset.

It was only after many years that it was difficult for him to understand the person's temperament, and it was even harder to guess the changes in the ink painting.

"For now, we can only wait. Mojia looked at the mother and child tigers under the tree, and the frolicking scenery couldn't help but make his heart a little colder.

That year, he and the man depicted the scene in this dream, just to lead the man to realize the value of family affection.

At that time, he talked with the man in the middle of the night, pretending to be the longing scenery in the dream, hoping to impress the man to stay and share the joy of family.

Unexpectedly, only one night, the man disappeared into his world again, never to be seen again. When I heard the news of that man again, it was already news of his death.

Over the years, he hated and resented, but he wanted to find that person even more.

Flesh and blood, the fate that comes with birth from the beginning, whether it is the good fate of reunion in the previous life, or the pleasure of seeking revenge accumulated in several lifetimes, is enough to make people's lives profound.

Mojia envied the mother-son affection of the tiger beast, so he made up this scene into a dream. What he didn't expect was that the man didn't realize the slightest family affection from it, but instead simulated the reality and spread it here to harm people.

He didn't want to mention the man to anyone, and he didn't want the people around him to die here, so he would strangely dissuade his fellow people from avoiding the dangers he had predicted.

"What are you waiting for?" said the Grass Demon in confusion.

"Wait for an opportunity, a time for the tiger to leave me. "Mojia Road.

"Pretending to be profound. The Grass Demon pursed his lips and glanced at the last armor that had been in a very different state since he entered the enchantment. Gritting his teeth, the grass demon leaned against the branch and stopped talking.

The grass demon was anxious in his heart, anxious to escape from the tiger's mouth, and even more anxious about the abnormal and strange behavior of the last armor.

is only born and died many times, he knows that Mo Jia has something in his heart, if it is not Mo Jia himself to say it, no matter how he asks, he can't ask the beginning and the end.

After hesitating for a while, the grass demon still couldn't hide his thoughts, and said to Mojia: "I said, Mojia stuffy gourd, if you have something difficult to say, write it in my palm and tell one or two." ”

After speaking, the grass demon spread out his palm and handed it to Mojia. In the eyes of the grass demon, this boring thing is not spoken, and it is held in the bottom of his heart, and sooner or later he will hold back the pain and disease. If his heart is too bitter, he would like to share a little with Mojia.

Mo Jia was stunned for a moment, and then returned to the palm handed by the grass demon with a wry smile. Although he still didn't say a word, the slightly silly actions of the Grass Demon touched Mojia's gradually frozen heart.

Mojia looked at the sky, and the ink-stained clouds had no slightest temperature, just like the man's cold heart. He had been immersed in the man's departure for a long time, but now he suddenly realized that he was not alone.

At the moment, there is no better way to leave this dense forest, and it is easy to attract ten thousand thunders to soar into the air with spiritual power. At a loss, a few people just leaned on the branches, waiting for the twilight to come.

Shaoguang passed, and several people were bored and cautious on the branches, guarding until sunset.

As the inky black sunset gradually merged into the horizon, several tiger cubs lay on the ground tiredly, drowsy. Seeing this, the tigress picked up the tiger cubs one by one and put them on the tiger's back, then looked around and jumped down the mountain.

"Now, run!" said Mojia.

He slid swiftly under the tree desperately, looking crazy, the opposite of Su Ri's indifference and composure.

"Wait. Shen Moli was the first to react, she reached out and grabbed the last armor that was sliding downward, and stuck it on the waist of the tree.