With a hook from the gang pet boss, Master Fu fell

"Fish."

The Black Queen rushed over with some staggering steps.

Fu Hanyu half-knelt in front of the painting, cut his wrist with a sword, and let the blood fall on the painting drop by drop, merging with their blood stains.

The Black Queen also looked at everything in front of her without blinking, but after waiting for a long time, she didn't see any reaction from the painting. She frowned tightly and wanted to cut her wrist.

Fu Hanyu stared at the scroll with his deep and cold eyes, and said in a deep voice: "I know, it's a heartache."

The blood that both of them shed was from their hearts, so the scroll reacted and sucked them both in.

The movement of the Black Queen's men was just a pause. Just now, she wanted to tell him not to be impulsive. Maybe they would come out of the painting on their own later.

But her stop was not as fast as his. His sword had already penetrated his heart, and blood flowed out, falling on the drawing paper drop by drop.

The blood flowed very fast, and within a short time, most of the screen was blurred.

However, the painting still showed no response.

The crazy worry in Fu Hanyu's eyes could no longer be concealed, and the anxiety in his heart made him feel on the verge of losing control at any time.

Isn't it a heart attack?

What exactly is that?

What did he need to do to get in and find her?

The Black Queen was also thinking seriously, trying to think of a solution. Xiaojiu went in with that beast Ying Si, and she really couldn't rest assured.

She spent a lot of time trying to deal with the hanging rope, and her heart was penetrated. If Ying Si did something to her, she didn't dare to think about it anymore.

Fu Hanyu looked at the storage bag that fell next to the scroll, tried to calm down and thought about it, and murmured: "We have to get in quickly."

The storage bag fell outside, and she only had emergency medicine on her, which could not cure such a serious injury.

The Black Queen saw him suddenly stand up, walked towards the other end of the street, and shouted: "Fu San."

Fu Hanyu didn't stop and said, "Third sister, you look at the painting, I'll go find someone over there."

When the soldiers appeared, the painting seller was not killed by them, but he suddenly turned into a puff of smoke and disappeared.

If there is anyone else in this world who knows the secret of painting, he is the only one.

All around, the fighting continued and there was chaos.

The world in the painting is peaceful and quiet, a fairyland-like picture.

Mountains and rivers, valley flowers, warm winds, and sunshine are warm and soft.

Ying Si opened his eyes, looked at the sun in the sky, squinted his eyes slightly, blocked it with his hand, felt the faint breathing next to him, and turned his head slightly.

Song Yu was lying next to him. She had fallen into a coma, her face was as pale as paper, and blood was constantly flowing out of her wounds. The clothes on her body and the green grass beneath her were soaked with blood.

Ying Si looked at her with pity, shook his head and sighed softly.

His target is not her, but who makes her Fu Hanyu's woman?

well.

He was satisfied with the current emergency situation.

It was even more perfect than he had planned.

Just let Fu Hanyu stay outside and worry himself to the point of going crazy!

"Cough cough."

Song Yu coughed twice unconsciously in pain, and blood overflowed from the corners of her lips.

Ying Si also gasped in pain, sat up, and took out a pill from the storage ring. After taking it, he took out another bottle of medicine, tore open his clothes, and applied medicine to himself. .

By the time he finished all this, his pale face had improved a lot, and his complexion had gained two points of color. The hideous wound was no longer bleeding, but was slowly healing at a speed visible to the naked eye.

He put the clothes on his body casually and looked at her with interest, watching her blood flowing more and more, watching her face getting paler and paler, watching her breath getting weaker and weaker.

He could clearly feel that her life was passing away bit by bit.

He looked at her with gentle eyes, as if looking at a friend, with a faint smile on his lips, and said in a low voice: "Song Yu, it's not that I refused to save him. If you want to blame, just blame Fu Hanyu. "

He seemed to have thought of something, and the look in his eyes suddenly became violent, and his tone became crazy and hysterical: "Do you know? I agreed to his fight on behalf of the Ying family, and he still wants to insult my character even though he has already won. , bring my reputation into disrepute, make me a laughing stock, he deserves to die.

He also killed my edamame, which was the only thought my child left for me. I would take it wherever I went, and he killed it.

Reciprocity is reciprocal, and you will die too. As long as you die, he will be in agony and live in hell every day. The most interesting thing is that he saw you die to save him, hahahahahahaha. "

Mao Doudou was a stray cat rescued by his children. She was so cute, so obedient, and so well-behaved, but in the end, she died because of being injured by his sword energy.

"Ahem." Song Yu frowned and let out another weak, painful cough.

Ying Si's smile became more and more wanton and hearty. He slowly approached her and sat next to her: "Fu Hanyu is not here, so I will accompany you on the last journey."

save her?

It is impossible to save.

He wanted to watch her die in front of him.

In fact, the best way to relieve his hatred was to let Fu Hanyu watch her die with his own eyes, but was helpless.

But this kind of opportunity is basically impossible. If Fu Hanyu was here, she would not necessarily die.

time.

A minute and a second passed.

The world outside gradually became brighter.

At the end of the battle, all the ropes controlling people's bodies disappeared.

The secret realm in the painting slowly turned dark.

Ying Si was not in a hurry to find a way out, and stayed by her side quietly, as if accompanying a friend whose life was about to come to an end. He felt her life passing by little by little, and his heart became calm, joyless and joyless. sad.

I don't know since when, she seemed to have fallen into some kind of illusion before her death, and began to mutter to herself and talk in her sleep.

He turned his head and glanced at her, unable to hear clearly what she was saying, but he could feel that she must have had a nightmare and fell into pain and despair.

Until she called out in panic and pain: "Little brother!"

Her voice was a little vague.

But it was like a thunder that suddenly sounded in his ears.

Ying Si stiffened, his face suddenly changed, he looked at her in astonishment, held his breath, and asked word by word: "Song Yu, what were you talking about just now?"

In the coma, she frowned tightly, shook her head, stretched out her hands to grab something, and hissed in pain: "No, no, no!"

Ying Si held her hand, his eyes filled with red blood, his breathing slowly became rapid, and he held her hand unconsciously, his voice was urgent and anxious, and trembled violently: "Song Yu, say it again."