Xiao Fan's figure disappeared into the air.

All the demons were stunned, and they didn't understand why for a long time.

"We ...... Are we alright? A demon cultivator in the infancy stage asked in a low voice.

"Seems like so." The companion next to him replied.

"Wow!"

"We're safe!"

"The abominable human is finally gone!"

A burst of cheers suddenly erupted, and all the demons were very happy.

"Father~Woo woo~"

Princess Ice Feather jumped up and hugged her father, crying loudly.

"Yu'er, Yu'er, heh......"

The old demon emperor also cried with joy, and the feeling of the rest of his life after the catastrophe made him cherish his relatives even more.

All three Guardians breathed a sigh of relief.

The favorite concubines are also very happy, Your Majesty is still alive, and they can still continue to be vases.

The entire sky above the Ten Thousand Demon City was immersed in a pleasant atmosphere.

After a long time, the old demon emperor sorted out his mood.

He looked at his cronies and subordinates around him and said, "Don't make a fuss about today's affairs, otherwise that little friend can kill us but not kill us, and I'm afraid I will be punished when I go back."

"Yes, Your Majesty!"

"It's good, it's good, you don't have to die, everyone is alive, haha~"

"That person looks cold and cruel, but I didn't expect that he was quite kind-hearted, not the same as those cruel and murderous human monks......"

"And he's so good-looking, better than Yang...... It's good. ”

The demons discussed, and returned to the Ten Thousand Demon City one after another.

……

Huang Tingcheng, Tiangang Camp.

The camp teleportation array is full of people, and it is now very lively. Wind

After Xiao Fan came back, the whole person was a little depressed.

"What the hell is going on?" He just couldn't figure it out.

There was a lot of noise all around, it was too noisy.

He flew into the air, found an inn, rented a soundproof room, and quieted himself.

As soon as the door closes, the noise of the outside world is completely cut off.

Xiao Fan sat on the wooden couch and took out the scroll in the Sumeru Dharma Ring.

This thing has no prop name, and there is no prop information, just like those powerful immortal emperors in the Ancient Academy, because it is too powerful, so he is not qualified to read the information now.

Holding the scroll in his hand, Xiao Fan wanted to open it.

But the old dean said that it can only be opened when there is a crisis of life and death, and now he is not in danger at all, and it is not appropriate to open it rashly.

"What the hell is this painting?" Xiao Fan seemed to have a cat scratching in his heart, and his heart was itchy and curious.

But no one could tell him the answer!

Who is the woman in the painting?

Why did she appear?

Why let the old demon emperor go?

And why...... After being lightly beaten twice, he completely obeyed the person in the painting?

So curious, so curious!

Xiao Fan's heart was itching, and an unprecedented curiosity and expectation forced him to ignore the old dean's reminder and untie the knots on the scroll.

"Who the hell is she? That kind of homely feeling ......"

At this moment, Xiao Fan's heart had a very ridiculous thought.

For so many years, he has always been wary of others, and he didn't dare to get too close, for fear that his bad luck would harm others.

In the game world, Ning Scarlet Yan was the first one who attracted him and made him can't help but want to get closer. Later, there was intimate contact, which made him regard it as a treasure, regardless of the gap between virtual and reality, and he needed to stay together for a lifetime.

The Wild Thunder Dao and the Xuanhuo Dao also made him feel amiable and an elder who could be approached.

…… These were the few people he felt closest to before today.

And now, the hand stretched out in the picture scroll actually made him feel closer!

He had the urge to get into the painting and meet the man!

This feeling is ridiculous and inexplicable, but it does just appear, and Xiao Fan can't control it himself, the feeling in his heart, the intuition in his heart, is ...... This hand is warm.

It's like......

Mother's the same.

Although he had never experienced that kind of feeling, just now, such a thought did pop up in his heart, especially when he was beaten, that feeling was especially clear!

But that's ridiculous!

What a painting!

How is it possible for a painting in the game to be connected to his mother?

This is ridiculous, it is simply nonsensical!

"Impossible, impossible, I don't believe, I don't believe ......"

"Delusion, it must be delusion!"

Xiao Fan muttered, refusing to accept such a strange thing.

He thought to himself that he must have been too eager for family affection, so when he witnessed the scene of life and death between the old demon emperor and Princess Bing Yu's father and daughter, he was greatly touched, so he had this abnormal association.

Otherwise, how could you have such abnormal emotions about a painting?

He is not a scholar in Liaozhai, so he will not have improper fantasies about a beautiful picture!

What's more, his fantasy is even more outrageous than that of a scholar, who takes the beauty in the painting as real and wants to fall in love with each other, and then is sucked into the yang.

And he ...... I actually think that the person in this painting is his own mother!

Is there anything more outrageous in the world?

But......

Despite this, although Xiao Fan felt that he was outrageous.

But he still couldn't control himself and opened the painting.

The knot was untied, and the scroll fell downward in circles, and the simple brush and ink appeared in front of him again.

The strange thing is that when he saw this picture this time, Xiao Fan's feeling became very calm again.

The throbbing, the intimacy, seemed to have disappeared and did not reappear.

"What's going on?"

He was even more puzzled.

The picture was in front of him, exactly the same as before, with neither great strength nor extraordinary aura, as if it was just an ordinary danqing.

"Impossible, this impossible ......"

Xiao Fan couldn't accept it for a while.

Why is the feeling just now gone?

He's looking forward to it!

But the painting didn't move anymore, it didn't breathe at all, and the hand didn't come out, as if it had become a dead thing!

"You come out, you come out!"

He whispered at the scroll, unconsciously clenching his fingers.

There is an inexplicable sense of grievance in my heart, looking at the faceless beauty picture sketched with a few strokes, as if I have been abandoned.

"Why, why is it ......"

Xiao Fan's heart was empty for a while, and the whole person seemed to be drained of strength.

"Who the hell are you?"

"Why are you stopping me?"

"Why are you hitting me?"

"Why don't you come out to see me now?"

He asked several questions about the scroll, but unfortunately he couldn't get a response.

"Heh~"

"It's just a hallucination."

"It must be the demon clan powerhouse who took advantage of my inattention and cast some kind of illusion on me."

He laughed to himself, and the ridiculous ideas that had just popped up in his heart seemed to have been extinguished by a flood, and there was not even ash left.

Xiao Fan rolled up the scroll one by one, retied the knots, and put them into the Sumeru Dharma Ring.

When I was about to go out, I accidentally saw myself in the mirror and burst into tears.