Mo Tingyin was very reluctant to the three members of the Wei family, but no matter how reluctant he was, he had to leave.

Now Mo Tingyin has two spars in his hands, one the size of a pigeon's egg and the other the size of a soybean, both of which are pure black.

This was found in the pile of bones of the chopped black stone spirit and the dead Wu Cheng's corpse.

When throwing the black stone fragments that day, Mo Tingyin found the first spar, and then she and Wei Zhao found the second spar.

It's just that they don't know what this hedron does.

Wei Zhao didn't like the monsters, and they all gave Mo Tingyin.

Whether it's useful or not, keep it for now.

Mo Tingyin stuffed the two hedrons into the luggage he was carrying.

As a result, one accidentally fell out of the scroll in the luggage.

When he first arrived in Xinglong Town, Mo Tingyin always carried a painting scroll with him. After living in the Wei family for a period of time, Mo Tingyin put the painting scroll in the Wei family with confidence.

After all, this scroll is quite large, and it is very inconvenient to pick it up.

Mo Tingyin took the scroll and looked at it carefully, wondering if she could get a small schoolbag or something, and carry it with her.

It's a hindrance to carry it in your arms!

The clothes in the scroll were still windless, and Mo Tingyin put his arm on the table, rested his head on his arm, and smelled the fragrance for a long time.

She said to herself, "It smells weird, and I don't know what it is." With a sigh, Mo Tingyin said a little melancholy, "Alas, I don't know if I can find a part of your body." There are many unpredictable people in this world, and there are many monsters, how can I deal with it as a mortal! I can't keep bleeding, right? It seems that my hair is also very good, but my hair is like this! I can't cut my flesh, right?"

After chattering for a long time, without solving any substantive problems, Mo Tingyin stood up, stretched, and decided to set off after breakfast.

When she looked down, the scroll that was still on the table just now was gone!

In the blink of an eye, her most important thing was gone!

Mo Tingyin hurriedly turned around, looking for the painting scroll everywhere, only hoping that she had misremembered, and she didn't remember it when she put it somewhere else.

After looking for a long time, there was still no trace of the scroll.

As soon as Xiao Lin, who had just woken up, entered the door, he saw Mo Tingyin like an ant on a hot pot, circling all over the ground.

"Sister, what are you looking for?" Xiao Lin rubbed his sleepy eyes and asked Mo Tingyin.

Mo Tingyin said anxiously: "I'm looking for a painting." ”

Xiao Lin looked up at Mo Tingyin and asked, "What is on the painting?"

"It's a piece of clothing. Mo Tingyin did not shy away from Xiaolin.

"Is it a black dress?" asked Kobayashi.

Mo Tingyin was stunned, she had never told Xiao Lin about this painting, how did Xiao Lin know what was on the painting?

"You're not painting at all," Xiao Lin crossed his waist and said with a look of vigour, "What you lost is the magical tattoo sticker you told me! They have all kinds of patterns, as long as you tear off the sticker on the back, you can stick it on your body! That pattern is on your body!"

Xiao Lin likes Mo Tingyin to tell him all kinds of modern things the most, and he remembers everything firmly.

"You mean that the painting is on me, where is it?" Mo Tingyin was shocked, of course she knew about the painting, and the old man didn't tell her that this painting could still be on a person!

"On your arm. Xiao Lin pointed to Mo Tingyin's forearm and said enviously, "Sister, do you still have any tattoos?"

Mo Tingyin shook his head and said absentmindedly: "There is only this one." ”

On her forearm, sure enough, there was a black dress, which was decorated with simple patterns, exactly like the one in the painting.

What's even more weird is that the clothes printed on her arms are also automatic without wind.

Afraid that Xiao Lin would see something wrong, Mo Tingyin casually found an excuse to send him out.

She sat down at the table, and there was something melancholy again.

The painting ran to her, I can't think right!

She picked it with her hand, and her skin was smooth and flat, as if the painting had grown on her body, like a birthmark.

Could it be that there is some password to make it come down on its own?

Mo Tingyin began to try to shout: "The monster is out!" "The monster is here!" "Open the sesame door!" Amitabha!"

No matter what she shouted, the mark on her arm was always there.

The more I look at it, the more awkward it becomes, Mo Tingyin has always been a five-good young man, and he hasn't even put a tattoo sticker, how can he do it with such a thing on his arm now!

"You come out quickly, if you hide it on me again, I'll dig up this piece of meat!" Mo Tingyin threatened. She didn't hold out any hope when she said this, could she expect a painting to understand what she was saying?

As soon as she finished speaking, the scroll that had just disappeared appeared neatly on the table, as if it had never disappeared.

Mo Tingyin put her arm on the scroll again, and the scroll disappeared again, and on her arm, the clothes that floated without wind appeared again.

"True Evil Gate. Mo Tingyin muttered to himself as she continued to threaten to draw an axis, "Come out quickly, or I'll dig up my flesh." ”

Then she touched the scroll in a different place, and the scroll appeared where she touched it.

Mo Tingyin looked at the black clothes on his face and felt that this thing was quite mysterious.

The stealth skills of this painting scroll are good, and she ran around with the painting scroll on her back.

If she were caught again, the scroll would not be lost.

But the scroll is always on the forearm, and the position is too conspicuous.

Mo Tingyin thought about it for a long time, and decided to get the painting on the scroll to her feet, to be exact, the soles of her feet, no one would pick up her socks to see what was on the soles of her feet, right?

Mo Tingyin put the painting on the bed, took off his socks and stepped on it.

But after putting my foot down for a long time, the scroll is still there, and there is no change at all.

Mo Tingyin was very puzzled, she put the painting on her face again, and it disappeared after painting it!

Mo Tingyin had no choice but to put this painting on his lap.

On the snow-white thighs, there is a lifelike black dress, and Mo Tingyin thinks it is quite beautiful.

She touched the clothes on her smooth thighs and smiled, "If this is put in modern times, I may still be able to lead fashion!"

Wei Zhao has been busy in the yamen until late at night, and he wants to go home late at night, but he is unconscious as soon as it gets dark.

No matter how good Rao is, he can't withstand such a toss.

By the time he woke up again, it was already dawn.

The others were worried about Wei Zhao and stayed with him in the hospital all night.

Wei Zhao was worried about Mo Tingyin, although she looked normal last night, who knows if anything will change overnight?

He didn't have time to say anything to the catcher he worked with, so he hurried back home.

As soon as I got home, I saw that the door of Mo Tingyin's room was wide open, and I stepped in.

Mo Tingyin's room is still the same as before, the tables and chairs are clean and the bedding is neat, but the things related to Mo Tingyin are gone.

Wei Zhao seemed to hear the sound of his heart stopping.