"Boss Ma is really wise, this wonderful trick can be imagined. The calligraphy and paintings are full of arrogant people, and by virtue of their own profundity, they usually don't listen to the command of the pen demon. They were swallowed up by that group of paintings, and the pen demon was naturally not easy to pursue. A pair of eight-like paintings took the opportunity to hurriedly tout.

"How many times have I told you that you still don't stop screaming? The unicorn glared at everyone impatiently.

"Yes, yes, Boss Pony has learned a lesson. The paintings were sleek and flattering, and they all offered their own magic qi and bribed themselves from the unicorn scroll.

The demonic energy of Xi Xi spreads between the paintings, and finally merges into the stone painting where the unicorn is located. With the demonic energy of the empty glove, the unicorn does not need to take it by itself, and can enjoy this unearned benefit, which makes it uncomfortable.

When the demonic qi was collected, the life of the pen demon suddenly came from afar. The message comes from far and near, and the picture is passed on by painting. The paintings that received the news were all lost in their brilliance.

"Boss Pony, that little girl is actually a Warcraft contractor. The pen demon offered a reward for freedom to find the girl. The dim floor painting hesitated for a long time before speaking weakly.

They are trapped in the painting, I don't know how many years have passed, and they naturally yearn for freedom.

When the pen demon paints people into the painting, he never releases anyone out of the painting. Nowadays, the brush and ink are free to reward and search for people, which really makes the people, demons and other things in the paintings coveted.

The paintings spread out all over the place, the colors are a little dim. Most of the people in the painting are remorseful, wishing they could draw their long feet and catch up with Shen Moli.

The unicorn lies feebly for a moment in the painting, and suddenly has a plan to meet the sea of knowledge. It patted the horse's hooves and exclaimed excitedly, "I almost forgot about it, and with that thing in our hands, we are still worried that we will not be able to catch up with that little girl." ”

Hearing the words of the unicorn, all the things in the painting were awakened, and their faces were joyful and excited.

"The foal boss is right, with that thing, I'm afraid I won't be able to catch up with those three people with long feet. There was a sound of joy in the painting, and he gladly responded.

However, there are also paintings that immediately realize that there is something wrong, and still ask with a sad face: "That thing can make a painting grow legs, but there are so many of them, and there is only one thing, how can we divide it?"

As soon as this question was asked, everyone was in trouble. No one wants to take the initiative to give up that thing, and Vientiane's private thoughts are magnified countless times at this moment.

The pictures of each pregnant ghost immediately opened their mouths in a chaotic manner, and if they were bargaining in the vegetable market, there were endless quarrels everywhere.

"Enough. The unicorn roared, and it was very effective in stopping the dispute.

Although Zhu Hua closed his mouth, his heart was full of active thoughts, but he never stopped for a moment.

"Caught up with that little girl, she has no ability, do you think she will be tied up, obediently go with you to see the Warcraft?

"That's ......right," someone muses in the painting.

Some people were also dissatisfied: "Boss Ju, what you said is nothing more than that you want to take that thing to find Shen Moli." The reason is high-sounding, but it is just a shield for your selfish desires. After saying that, he smiled disdainfully at the unicorn.

No matter how much this group of paintings are afraid of unicorns, under the temptation of huge interests, there are still paintings that will rise up against it.

The rest of the paintings suddenly came to their senses, whispering to each other, staring at the unicorn painting like a thief. They have always feared stone paintings, but if they are exchanged for freedom, they would rather fight to the death.

Feeling the boiling gaze of the killing intent from a group of ground paintings, the unicorn stone painting suddenly said: "Who said that I was going to swallow that thing privately? But if any of us takes it, whoever takes it will take it. The winner caught the little girl, and don't forget everyone's good. When it was given to the pen demon, it begged for mercy for everyone, maybe the pen and ink were happy, and maybe everyone was released at once. ”

The words sound pertinent, but they are mixed with the calculations of many unicorns themselves. It's just a group of paintings, but they all approve of this, and no one finds any clues.

Seeing that all the paintings agreed, the unicorn did not grind, and it clapped its hooves and shouted: "Since everyone has no opinion, then I will go and get it according to our ability now." To show fairness, I'll let everyone take it first. ”

After that, the unicorn really threw an ancient stone box from his painting and threw it into a painting on the side of the ground. Leaning on the void in the painting, the unicorn said leisurely: "This stone box was given to me by you and others, that is, to be fair, naturally it cannot be opened by me." But so far everyone is scrambling, and I will say first, it will take ten seconds for the person who opens this stone box to snatch the contents of the box. ”

The unicorn made the words clear, so that the paintings that were about to move retracted all the hands that were about to grab the stone box. The paintings remained silent, looking at each other quietly. Fighting for treasures, let alone ten seconds, for them, not a breath of time can be wasted.

Finally, in an all-black painting a hundred meters away, an old voice came: "Let the old generation open this stone box." I have forgotten how many days and nights I have been in the painting, and even the form has turned into nothingness, and it is meaningless to paint again. ”

With the words of Lao Shen, the colors in the paintings all faded into black and white ink. They are trapped in the painting, and the final result is nothing more than the black ink painting, losing their form and even the color is obliterated. The heaviness made the paintings and paintings more respectful when they passed the stone box to the all-black paintings.

The pitch-black painting was connected to the stone box, and the stone box weighing 100 catties was slowly opened with its own demonic energy. There was a starlight shining in the box, and it jumped out the moment the stone box was opened.

The bright starlight, like a jubilant child, jumps left and right over the paintings. There is a demonic energy boiling in the paintings everywhere, and they suddenly jump up, trying to catch the starlight. However, the starlight was fast, happily dodging among the dazzling demonic qi, and deftly avoided the encirclement of the demonic qi.

The demonic energy you chased me to catch the stars gradually stopped after about an hour. Although Zhudi Painting still has the heart to catch the starlight that leaps at the top, it is only in a hurry to capture it before, and the demonic energy has already been consumed.

I saw the starlight within reach, still beating actively above the paintings.

It's so close, but it's a world away from the paintings.

The panting ground painters, you look at me, I look at you, in the colors of each other's paintings, after seeing a touch of impossible loss, they had no choice but to say to the unicorn: "Boss, this starlight is really beyond the reach of our strength. also asked the colt boss to take a shot and accept this starlight. ”

"Shoot, I don't dare. If I take this starlight, and there is humanity that I have hidden selfish intentions, it will be too torturous for me. The unicorn held a green leaf with its hooves and said leisurely.

The words hit the painting of the land that Fang had just questioned like a slap, which made the painting anxious, and they all admitted their mistakes: "It's me who is ignorant, and I ask the boss to be strange." ”

After speaking, from each painting, the ink color of Dao Cang was gathered, and it went straight into the painting of the unicorn.