......

The familiar feeling of weightlessness ensued, as if it had been sucked into the tunnel before, but this time it landed in the blink of an eye, greeted by a damp and unpleasant smell, as if in a space of a pile of rotting meat.

Lu Qianhuan frowned, wrinkled her nose uncomfortably, the smell was too strong, she raised her head and looked around, and was suddenly shocked by this extremely cold atmosphere-

In front of me is a pitch-black mountain road, all around is pitch black, nothing can be seen clearly, the end of the mountain road is even more engulfed in black, only a black mountain can be seen looming, and on the top of the mountain, a round red moon hangs in the night sky, shining on the black mountain, as if oozing blood, gloomy and strange.

There was a dead silence around, without a trace of the breath of a living person, this space, it seemed that she was the only one who existed, and it seemed that when the three of them were involved in this "Pan Lang Gui" painting, the painting spirit scattered them.

Eh, wait a minute, it always feels like something isn't quite right......

“......”

“............”

“..................”

Oh, got it!

What about the test between lovers, in pairs?

The operation of this painting spirit is too sassy, isn't it-

actually put Shao Mo and Ning He together, a test of true love between men and men!

Could it be that the obsession before this painting spirit was hurt too hard, so it directly became the belief that the same sex is true love, and the opposite sex is just for the sake of inheritance???

Sexism, report!

......

The visibility here is ridiculously low, as if he has strayed into a horror movie set, and all he can see is the black mountain range, Lu Duhuan thought for a while, and then decided to go over there to have a look, after all, he couldn't find a solution if he stayed where he was.

She stepped on the mountain road carefully, it was too dark to see the road under her feet and the scene on both sides, only to feel that when her feet landed, it seemed to be stepping on something wet and slippery, and at the same time a wet coolness came from the soles of her feet.

Lu Jianhuan adjusted her breathing, controlled her footsteps to maintain a calm and powerful rhythm, black, too dark, she subconsciously clenched the sword in her hand.

Halfway through, she suddenly instinctively felt a dangerous aura coming from behind her, her sword was unsheathed very quickly, and the sharp sword qi blocked the attack that came from the burst, the thing wiped past her cheek, the wet and slippery touch made her creepy, with an indescribable gloomy and cold air.

So, what is that?

......

in the world in the painting.

A black-clothed young man was lying on the ground, his eyes were closed, the corners of his mouth were deep, and his chest was rising and falling, as if he had fallen into a deep coma.

Half of his face was covered by one hand, but it couldn't hide the bridge of his nose that was as tall as a knife, and his two thin lips were tightly pursed with unconcealable stubbornness.

Holding a long sword tightly in his hand, the sword body is blue and clear, and it exudes a compelling chill, so that the moment people see the sword, they can imagine the coldness of the place pointed by the tip of the sword.

And lying beside the black-clothed young man was a young man in a white robe with a crown of jade, one of his hands just blocked half of the black boy's face, and the other was also holding a long sword.

In this quiet environment, you can faintly hear something "bear falling into a trap...... The depth of the trap is 19.789 meters...... What color is the bear...... Yes...... It's hard ......."

That's right, these two people are Shao Mo and Ning He.

Ning He seemed to be stumped by the topic in the dream, and was so anxious that he scratched his cheeks and ears, and when he was restless, his hand "snapped" on Shao Mo's face.

Shao Mo's eyelids moved, and he instantly opened his eyes that were as cold as a star, feeling the familiar qi beside him, he tightened his brows and took Ning He's hand away, got up and looked at this place, and there was no trace of Lu Duhuan everywhere.

His heart immediately tightened, and his senior sister scattered with them again? I wonder if she will be in danger?!

Ning He was still lying on the ground, saying something in his mouth, and when Shao Mo just put the tip of his sword against him and was about to call him up, he suddenly sat up, closed his eyes and shouted, "It's too difficult, I won't!"

Shao Mo: "......"

After Ning He's shout fell, his eyes also opened, he blinked his eyes with confusion, looked up at Shao Mo, the standing black-clothed young man glanced at him with an expressionless face, and when he touched this cold look, he was completely awake.

Ning He hurriedly got up, and he asked a little nervously, "Shao Mo, where is this?"

Shao Mo frowned, with a hint of anger in his dark eyes, "Senior sister, with us, dispersed." ”

When Ning He heard this, he became even more anxious: "Won't it?!Oh my God, what should we do then, is this the world in the painting?!" But didn't Huanhuan say that this 'Pan Lang Gui' is a test between lovers, and it will be divided into two people together?"

That's right, it stands to reason that Lu Duhuan should be separated from one of them anyway?!

Shao Mo understood what he meant, and the two looked at each other, not very understanding the operation of this painting.

At this time, as they wished, a drizzle suddenly fell in the air, and the rainy night was foggy, and the fragrance of flowers surrounded the shadows of the trees, which looked extremely romantic.

Shao Mo: "......"

Ning He: "......"

What does this mean?

How can there be a special effect? If it rains, it rains, and it looks like Februaryhong came to ask for medicine.

"I said, this painting shouldn't treat the two of us as a pair of lovers, right?!" Ning He scratched his head and asked with a hint of uncertainty in his tone.

Shao Mo: "......"

He glanced at Ning He very lightly, his eyes were like looking at a dead man, and his expression was bright, "Do you want to die or not want to live, choose one." ”

Ning He was a little aggrieved: "What's wrong?!Otherwise, why did you divide us together?!"

"Enough, shut up. Shao Mo's face was expressionless: "For the sake of your, life, and thought, I won't listen." ”

Ning He: "......"

I'm so moved that I'm going to cry hahaha!

According to Murphy's Law, the more you worry about something, the more likely it is to happen.

When Shao Mo and Ning He wondered if this "Pan Lang Gui" was the wrong object, an ethereal laughter came to their ears like thunder.

Shao Mo drew his sword out of its sheath, his body tensed, and he completely entered the attack state, "Who?!"

Ning He also held his sword and asked, "Who is it?! Don't pretend to be a ghost!"

An illusory figure suddenly appeared in front of the two of them, and the figure gradually condensed into an entity, it was a woman in a red shirt on a white background, her figure was extremely bewitching, and ...... Faceless, it is the faceless beauty picture painted by "Pan Langgui".