If this strange story is to trap people in the form of paintings, to submerge people in the background in the form of paintings, then the most restrained thing must be the sharp weapon that can destroy the canvas, or the elements that can destroy the painting itself through external forces.

For example, water, fire, and ...... Paints that were not originally part of this painting. [Strength] and [World] are holding sharp blades in their hands, while the two apostles brought by [Lovers], the gardener's scissors are sharp blades, and the other one carrying a hunting gun has a bullet that comes out of a paint bullet.

The moment the snow-white paint exploded on the canvas depicting the background of the night sky, even Bo Yanzhao and Xu Ye in the cabinet could easily feel that the strange talk field that had been trapped in them was slowly loosening.

In another cabinet, the child, who had been crying so much that he couldn't open his eyes, got up from the ground sluggishly, he grabbed the door of the cabinet, leaned his face close to the glass, and looked out.

"Brother......" he shouted slightly, and he was afraid of disturbing Shi Que who was fighting, so he raised his hand to cover his mouth.

But Shi Que seemed to hear it, turned his head to look at him, and smiled softly. The soft magnetic field gently brushed over the child's head, just like the warm feeling in the arms of Shi Que when he held him.

The child bent his eyes and smiled, and the long-lost sense of security made him very happy. On the door of the cabinet of "Temperance", the hourglass-like handle is adjusted at a height that children can see.

The sandy side is on top.

"What's wrong?" The child does not quite understand the meaning of "self-control". But soon, he understood. [Temperance] was coaxing him not to be afraid, and when the hourglass was gone, they would win.

"With my brother here, I won't be afraid of anything." The child's eyes were shining, and he looked out intently, the scene of Shi Que fighting with that [catastrophic level].

Strictly speaking, the gap between Shi Que and this strange story is huge. No matter how special Shi Fei's mental power and differentiation skills were, there was no way to close the level gap between him and the [Calamity-level] Strange Tale.

Including the strange talk in his hand, except for the [Lover], the remaining [Danger Level] is only [Strength] that can really bring harm to him.

But Shi Que didn't plan to fight him hard at all. Instead, he used a very bad way to continue to beat him up with the rules of this [disaster-level] strange story.

If this strange story wants to kill people, it must be completed in the space enclosed by the canvas. But the apostle with the hunting gun was too cunning.

The location of each of his shots on the canvas, where the paint bullets exploded, was the place where this [catastrophic] monster could not be repaired.

But this strange tale body was restrained by the [power] of them, and they couldn't get close at all.

"Okay, it's a pole?" The gold-worshipping clown tilted his head and glanced at the two apostles summoned by the [lover],

"Looking at the eyes, why haven't you seen it?" Shi Que thought for a while: "It may be an international friend that he found." Money-worshipping clown: "Then why don't he use his own?" [The lover] turned his head and croaked at the money-worshipping clown.

The money-worshipping clown instantly understood in seconds, what [Lover] said was,

"This is too powerful, what if my baby gets hurt?" Thinking of the [gluttony] who was as tall as a brown bear, and the obsessive-compulsive apostle who played with people at every turn, the money-worshipping clown suddenly couldn't look directly

The word "baby" is up. And the words of [lover] are not finished,

"So as not to fight later." So this is to prevent his harem from being injured, and if there is a fire in the backyard in the future, he simply gets his brother's harem over as a thug?

The money-worshipping clown couldn't tell for a while whether the [lover] was smart or really stupid. The key is that they are all fragments, so won't they be fused in the future?

When they all merge, isn't someone else's harem also his harem? However, these thoughts only passed through the mind of the money-worshipping clown for a moment, and then he emptied them.

Although Shi Que hasn't told him what to do, the money-worshipping clown understands that if he finally wants to break through this strange realm, he may have to rely on the sickle in his hand.

Shi Que put away the dagger with his hand, and then handed the gold-worshipping clown a bottle of potion with his right hand. It is a potion of Jiang Halberd, and after drinking it, it can restore trauma and mental strength.

Of course, the effect is not as good as the effect of Jiang Ji's own treatment, and it will take about ten minutes to fully recover after drinking.

So gold-worshipping clowns rarely eat this. But when Shi Que handed it to him, it meant that after about ten minutes, he needed the final blow of the gold worship clown in a state of total victory.

Taking a step back, the gold-worshipping clown stood about half a meter to Shi Que's side with a scythe. This position not only ensures that he is not affected by the battle and affects the recovery effect of the potion, but also ensures that once the Sparrow is attacked, he can protect and rescue it at the first time.

Glancing at Shi Que again, the gold-worshipping clown suddenly felt a little strange. Shi Que is not the kind of crack that needs to be protected, his fighting skills are very good, and Shi Que's magnetic field has a natural deterrent to strange talks, if it is peacetime, he will definitely participate in the battle, instead of standing still.

p; gt; Unless, like that time in V City, Shi Que was seriously injured to the point where he couldn't support it. But the gold worship clown looked at Shi Que carefully, except for his face was a little pale, there seemed to be no other problems.

Glancing at the [power] that was constantly harassing strange talk over there, the gold-worshipping clown suddenly reacted, Shi Que's mental power may not be enough.

After all, there are so many strange things to support at the same time. In the cabinet on the other side, Bo Yanzhao and Xu Ye were also watching Shi Que's battle.

Xu Ye was shocked and didn't know how to express it, so he could only pop out one sentence for a while,

"How can this be an E-class? That's terrible, isn't it? Bo Yanzhao shook his head: "The scary thing is not his level, but his ability to control the field." It's the first time I've seen such precise control. ”

"What do you mean?" Xu Ye didn't understand. Bo Yanzhao breathed a sigh of relief before continuing: "Didn't you notice? That [catastrophic] strange talk has not been able to hurt the strange talk contained in the Sparrow Weekly once since the fight. The gap between [Dangerous Grade] and [Catastrophic Grade] is huge. But even so, this [catastrophic level] can't take advantage of him. No wonder the advisor has been cheated by him so many times before, but he doesn't even want to meet him in person. ”

"I used to think that he was not a philanthropist who paid attention to respecting the old and caring for the young, so he was really afraid of being folded in the hands of Shi Que. In the North Institute, there is more than one money-worshipping clown by Shi Que's side. Xu Ye didn't expect Bo Yanzhao's evaluation to be so high, but after watching it for a long time, he couldn't understand what Shi Que was going to do.

Bo Yanzhao: "He's looking for the ontology of this strange story." Xu Ye: "He wants to be contained?" Bo Yanzhao: "This little cub is the most protective, and this strange talk almost gouged out the eyes of the money-worshipping clown just now." It's not that there is no way to find it faster, but this little cub is going to beat him up in the most disgusting way. ”

"Strange talk can still feel nauseous?" Xu Ye looked confused. Bo Yanzhao: "You look at the canvas around you. The little cub is about to close the net. Xu Ye instinctively listened to Bo Yanzhao's words to see.

Sure enough, the gardener-like apostle summoned by [Lover] was already standing next to the canvas with scissors.

This painting has been completely destroyed. The background of the night sky, which was supposed to be vivid and realistic, has been blown into a mess by paint bombs.

The white pigment in the east and west is like a correction liquid pasted together on the notebook, which is not only abrupt, but also thicker than the next one.

If the painting hadn't started yet, maybe it would have been fine. But this is a painting that is about to be completed! Don't talk weirdly, from a certain point of view, Xu Ye, who can't draw, feels hot when he brings it in.

At this moment, the gardener apostle lifted the garden scissors and cut them on the edge of one of the canvases, and then he raised his hand as if grasping something resembling duct tape.

Quickly run in the opposite direction of the canvas.

"Tearing" is the sound of the tape and the canvas separating.

This time, the tape was about to be torn to the edge, but because it was so tightly glued, even the corner of the canvas was torn apart.

What makes people even more angry than the painting that is about to be painted but is painted horribly, is that when the painting is torn off, it is torn up.

Xu Ye muttered to himself: ", this makes him uncomfortable than beating him directly." In mid-air, the strange talk shrouded in the fog froze.

[Trial] finally found an opportunity, and the spiritual pollution of [Judgment] slowly invaded the fog that shrouded the [Disaster-level] Strange Tale itself, and the air finally began to flow.

There is no need to be reminded by Shi Que, the gold worship clown knows that this is the best opportunity. Fusing with the clown in his eyes again, the huge scythe in the hand of the gold-worshipping clown slashed through the air.

The sound of the cloth tearing constantly came out in the surrounding space, and as the canvas shattered, the real scene was finally revealed.

The gold-worshipping clown looked at the more realistic moon in the sky, and with [power], the blade of the sickle slashed directly into the throat of the strange talker.

The utility knife in Strange Talk's hand stubbornly resisted the blade of the gold-worshipping clown's scythe, and the tip of the knife stopped when it was about to touch it.

The gold-worshipping clown's wrist is strong, but it is still a stalemate. At this moment, Shi Que suddenly took the hunting gun from the apostle carrying the hunting gun that the [lover] shouted out next to him.

Shi Que opened the safety of the shotgun with one hand, almost did not aim, and pressed the trigger on the strange talk with his feelings, and the huge recoil shook Shi Que and took a step back slightly.

But he didn't hesitate to fire a second shot. Unlike Fang Cai's paint bullet, this time the apostle's hunting gun seems to have been replaced with a real bullet.

In the deafening sound of gunfire, half of the fog surrounding the strange talk was dispersed, and a delicate jaw could be faintly seen, with pale skin, like long hair, and the wisps of it hung down, and were blown up by the wind, entangled in the mist.

And Shi Finch's two shots, one shot pierced the right eye of the strange talker, and the other shot hit the heart of Ta!