"Boy, acquaintance, hand over the things obediently, I can give you a decent way to die, otherwise don't blame me for being rude. Pen~Fun~Ge www.biquge.info do you want to say this to me?" Zhuo Wen looked at the big man in front of him and smiled.

The big man hung his mouth, and he was stunned for a moment when he heard it, and he said, how do you know that you kid can read minds?

Of course, Zhuo Wen wouldn't tell him that he was already familiar with this kind of routine at the moment, after all, the hundred and eighty novels in his previous life were not read in vain, anyway, there were only two sentences about the villain's lines during the encounter.

Of course, when Zhuo Wen said this, he was not all complaining, while slightly fooling the big man, his arm was slightly raised, and the non-mainstream in his sleeve had already flown out.

Zhuo Wen is now a fifth-level painter in the Copying Realm, and his painting talent is even bigger and more than before, and it doesn't take much energy for him to summon the ultra-low consumption mosquito of the non-mainstream, so if there is no accident at ordinary times, the non-mainstream is generally hidden in Zhuo Wen's sleeve and is on standby 24 hours a day, and the same is true for the little white face and the power bank.

The non-mainstream has the ability to inflict severe pain on the enemy, and at critical moments, it can create a painting opportunity for itself or cover its retreat, and the little white face can keep itself in a non-toxic environment at all times. The two mosquitoes have different functions, but they are both effective, although they are not capable of fighting, but sometimes their effects are enough to save their lives.

With the help of the cover of the dark night and the momentary distraction of the big man, the non-mainstream flew quietly at low altitude, and began the dirty tactic as always, that is, the "egg attack", that is, the set of methods used when Zhuo Feng was engaged in before.

Although this method is a little indiscriminate, but the effect has been tried and tested, it can be called a male nemesis, and at the same time, this creates pain, but also makes the opponent at a loss for the reason for his abnormal state, and because there is no solution, it will cause oppressive fear, that invisible psychological pressure is more deadly, if you encounter a painter with low psychological tolerance, the non-mainstream move can even affect his painting heart, so that he temporarily loses the heart of the fight, such as Zhuo Feng at that time, even if there is still strength left, he is so scared that he can't wait to admit defeat！

Of course, Dahan didn't know this, and by the time he came to his senses, the non-mainstream was actually in place.

"Boy, acquaintance, hand over the things obediently, I can give you a decent way to die, otherwise don't blame me for not being a guest... Uhh

Stimulated by the pain of losing his conscience, even though the big man has the physique of Jin Ge Iron Horse, he can't help bending his waist at this moment, but seeing his legs shrink, covering his crotch with one hand, and pointing at Zhuo Wen with the other hand, trembling all over, the action is like Michael Jackson's dance, with a painful look on his face: "You...!What have you done to me!" Thinking about it, it must be Zhuo Wen's ghost to have this kind of symptom in his body, but he just didn't know what means Zhuo Wen used, so he couldn't help but look around and panic.

Zhuo Wen showed a far-reaching smile, but he didn't pay attention to the big man at all, took out the drawing board, and calmly put down the pen to paint. When he summoned the second-order dragon Aotian before, Zhuo Wen shattered his drawing board, and now this one was bought recently, although the quality is slightly worse, but fortunately, this does not affect him, even if the environment is bleak at the moment, Zhuo Wen can paint smoothly.

The higher the level of the painter, the more refined and comprehensive the facial features are, and the night vision ability is naturally higher than that of mortals, which is why Zhuo Wen was able to see Liang Si's appearance last night, although it can't be completely "night as day", but if you don't deal with too fine details, it's still no problem to paint with a general outline.

"Damn!" the big man was annoyed for a while, and was about to command the big scorpion to attack Zhuo Wen, but he didn't expect another thunderbolt from the crotch of his pants, which made him gasp, although the pain of this second time was much less, but it was indeed embarrassing and uncomfortable, and he was drenched in cold sweat, and he almost didn't kneel. It is not easy to maintain the existence of the painting spirit in this state, how can you talk about command?

Suddenly, the big man looked up at the elegant young man in front of him who was smiling harmlessly, and suddenly felt an unprecedented panic spread to his heart, and he gradually regretted provoking this freak, don't say it, if the crotch thing continues like this, it's one thing whether he can walk back or not, and fight a hammer diagram?

"Don't do it, how about I don't think I've been here?" Seeing that the content in Zhuo Wen's paintings already showed signs of painting talents, Dahan suddenly turned pale with fright, although he was of a higher level, but now it is really difficult for him to control the big scorpion in this situation, if he really fights with Zhuo Wen, he may not have an advantage or even be able to survive it is unknown. Thinking like this, Dahan has begun to gradually retreat.

However, Zhuo Wen ignored his words, the painting has been completed, the content is a brand new mosquito, and it is also the only mosquito with combat effectiveness that Zhuo Wen has boldly designed so far, it is the swordsman among mosquitoes: Wind Sword Hao!

Maybe it's because of the influence of the dim ambient light, or maybe it's because the time is too hasty to put down the pen, in short, Zhuo Wen didn't perfect it, making its appearance rougher, which naturally led to its strength to fall some, but don't worry, Zhuo Wen has his own means of strengthening, that is, "poetic and picturesque"!

After thinking about it, Zhuo Wenti put down his pen and wrote eight vigorous characters, saying: "Lonely like the wind, always accompanied by my body..."

The words fell, and the originally plain painting in the painting suddenly shook violently! The poetic mention of words is not indispensable to poetry, and some imposing and even murderous lines, epigrams, and fables can also be strengthened as long as they can be matched with the paintings, which also paves the foundation for Zhuo Wen to paint the curator panda with lines in the future.

"Come out, Wind Sword Hero!" With a low shout, the rice paper exploded, and under the six feet and six inches of painting, a mosquito appeared, but it was as big as a computer screen, completely black, with a small scarf hanging around its neck that was broken and swaying in the wind, and the back of its head was tied with samurai-like hair, which was the most sassy mosquito so far.

Unlike other mosquitoes, the Wind Sword has a pair of long, sharp and sturdy mutated forefeet, like a sharp sword that shimmers in the moonlight, which is a symbol of its status as a swordsman!

Seeing this strange painting spirit like a mosquito in front of him, Dahan suddenly felt a chill and his heart beat, especially when he noticed that Zhuo Wen's painting talent gushed out of six feet and six inches of light, he knew that he had completely lost, not to mention that he had an abnormal state on his body, even if he was healthy, he might not be able to get any benefits and advantages in such a level of painting spirit, after all, his painting spirit was only six feet of light, as far as painting talent was concerned, it was six inches less than Zhuo Wen's!

Six inches of light may not seem like a big difference, but sometimes this small difference of a few inches is enough to tilt the scales of victory and defeat in favor of the other party!

The big man gritted his teeth, and no longer dared to underestimate Zhuo Wen: "Don't do it, as long as you let me go, I can promise you any conditions." ”

Zhuo Wen smiled coldly and slowly pressed: "You can't say something real?"

Dahan couldn't help but smile, although his lifeline was pinched, but on the surface, he showed a fearless look: "You don't do me any good, but it will cause trouble, you might as well tell you, I am the cousin of the cousin of the young city lord of Lucheng, if I can't go back to my post tonight, or if I die, it will definitely attract the attention of the young city lord, if he avenges me, you can't run away in Yancheng!"

"The cousin of the cousin of the young city lord of Lucheng?" Zhuo Wen couldn't help frowning when he heard this, and said trouble in his heart, but he didn't intend to let go of the big man, he smiled coldly: "However, if you say this kind of thing, it will not bring you life, but will make you die faster, if you are really the cousin of the young city lord's cousin, then I can't let you leave alive." ”

"Let's face the wind!" Pointing his finger at the big man in front of him, Zhuo Wen's face turned pale, and after receiving Zhuo Wen's instructions, the wind sword hero suddenly blew the sharp blade in his forefoot, and sent out a doctor's metal friction, his wings flapped, and he quickly swept towards the big man.

Not only does the Wind Sword have a sharp forefoot weapon, but it is also the fastest and most agile of all the mosquitoes in Zhuowen.

"You idiot! you'll regret it!" the big man's face turned pale, and he hurriedly tried his best to control the big scorpion to meet Zhuo Wen's mosquitoes.

The scorpion's case is very hard, if it is in a normal state, even if it is the Wind Sword Hao, it will not be able to embarrass it for a while, but unfortunately its connection with the master is too weak, and it cannot be allowed to exert its original strength at all, so that the Wind Sword Hao found an opportunity, cut directly from the weak part of its joint, and quickly cut it into several pieces, the big man was counterattacked, and suddenly felt a heavy pain in his chest, and quickly turned around and wanted to escape.

However, Zhuo Wen will not pity him, the order was issued, and the Wind Sword Hao suddenly inserted a knife from the back of the big man, directly piercing his chest As a result, Zhuo Wen will not leave his hand for anyone who wants to kill him, and the murderer will always kill him, and when he does it, he must consider whether he can bear the consequences, this is common sense of people!

Since the last Doutu Conference won and let Zhuo Feng go, Zhuo Wen has learned a lesson, those who really want to harm themselves, will not think that they will be grateful and completely stop with their subordinates once they show mercy, they will retaliate against themselves even more frantically for the so-called "snow shame", fortunately, at that time, he and Liang Si fell off the dust cliff and Zhuo Feng, who wanted to ****, had no chance, otherwise Zhuo Wen would probably regret it for life. Because of this lesson, Zhuo Wen understood a truth, that is, cutting grass must be eradicated, and meaningless women's kindness is an act of harming others and themselves!

Moreover, Zhuo Wen also saw that similar robbery, the big man in front of him should have done it more than once or twice, if he is released now, there will be people who will fall into the hands of poison in the future, and his own move can be regarded as a name for the sake of eliminating harm.

Of course, the most critical point is that no matter whether the identity of the big man is true or false, Zhuo Wen can't keep him, his secret has been bumped into by him, if he lets him go to tell the young city lord, I'm afraid he will be more troublesome, after all, the temptation of 2,000 points of merit is not small for painters below the shape of the realm, the lesser of two evils, for his own safety, Zhuo Wen can only kill people and destroy corpses in the hope that things will not deteriorate.

At present, although Zhuo Wen killed for the first time, he did not appear to be upset and vomiting and nausea, and his heart did not even fluctuate indifferently, but seemed to be dealing with a miscellaneous matter, this is not that he is becoming more and more cold-blooded, but under the influence of painting, his mentality has gradually firmed, especially after the previous three months of deep forest experience, his psychological endurance is not what it used to be, after all, at that time, he was accompanied by blood every day, and it is not strange to see more.

However, the tree wants to be quiet but the wind does not stop, and the reality backfires, and at the moment when Zhuo Wen killed the big man, he saw another big man appear.

(To be continued.) )