Rebirth: I can easily control the end-of-the-world game

Chapter 396 [Magical Girl in Modern Times] 21

The magical creatures this time are very strong, at least stronger than any encountered before.

The other party had no intention of communicating with Feng Lan.

Unable to find peace, it launched a more violent campaign to eliminate the source of the noise.

A piece of snow fell from the air in the room and caught Feng Lan's eyes. After she noticed it, countless snowflakes appeared. In a few seconds, a large flake fell down. A pile of snow formed on the ground and the temperature quickly dropped to below zero.

In the blink of an eye, a layer of frost appeared on Feng Lan's hair and eyebrows, and the exposed skin was frozen by the sudden drop in temperature. Her limbs were stiff due to the cold, and she felt frostbite under the illusion of low temperature.

Feng Lan's physical condition seemed to have returned to when she was an ordinary adult woman. In the temperature of several degrees below zero, she was shivering because she was wearing too little. White mist came out of her mouth and nose as she breathed.

Whether it was the ice and snow or all the previous illusions, the common point was that it was very quiet. Feng Lan could easily see the likes, or preferences, of this magical creature from the air.

Quiet.

Absolute silence that cannot be disturbed by anything.

In this case, it should be able to communicate with humans.

Just unwilling to communicate.

Feng Lan sighed, raised his hand and punched back at his shoulder.

"—"

The wind blew up the snow as she threw the punch. The air vibrated, and the vortex centered on Feng Lan blew away the snowflakes around her, leaving a circle of blank space. The wind and snow in front of her disappeared in the next second.

"I told you," Feng Lan put down her hand, "I'm here to help. Do you want to go back to the magical world? There you can find a quiet place where no one will bother you. Not here."

As Feng Lan spoke, the energy around her gathered again, but she found the breaking point and dispersed it with several consecutive blows.

"It is very impolite to interrupt others when they are speaking."

Feng Lan frowned and looked around. She had already blocked the space around her. If this magical creature did not have spatial talent, it would not be able to leave here.

"Well, would you consider going back?"

This time no one interrupted Feng Lan. She walked around the fourth floor but couldn't find the painting.

Obviously, since he couldn't beat her, he chose to avoid her and hide away instead of confronting her head-on.

Feng Lan walked around three times and searched carefully several times. She could feel the faint fluctuations and confirmed that the magical creature hidden in the painting was still there and had not left, but the other party just didn't come out to see her.

Several times, Feng Lan could feel the other person passing by her, and Feng Lan simply stopped when she couldn't find him.

She chose one of them, which she intuitively thought was most likely where the painting spirit was hiding.

This is a painting of Jiang Xue Qian Feng. Since he can't find it, Feng Lan assumes that the painting spirit is hiding inside. Anyway, the other party is hiding here, and can hear Feng Lan no matter where he speaks.

I think if I speak now, the other party will believe me more than before.

"If you don't believe me, you should at least believe the illustrated book on me. All the magical creatures in it are those I retrieved and want to return to the magical world." Feng Lan nodded, and a illustrated book emerged from the scepter. The cards inside flew out according to Feng Lan's thoughts.

The peaceful expressions on the cards indicate that these magical creatures were collected by Feng Lan voluntarily.

"How is it?" Feng Lan took the card back. "Although there are fewer people in the museum, it is still not as good as your home in the magical world. Don't you want to go back?"

Feng Lan sensed something and looked up. The picture of Jiang Xue Qianfeng in front of her turned into the back portrait she had seen during the day.

The figure in the picture also turned around, with long, soft blue and white hair hanging down behind her, as if caressed by moonlight. Her eyes were a deep blue, calm and graceful, and her facial features were delicate, yet with the inhuman feeling unique to magical creatures.

She emerged from the picture frame, her eyebrows slightly raised, and there was condemnation in her soft eyes. She was obviously very dissatisfied with Feng Lan for disturbing her quiet rest. She stretched out her slender white hand and made a gesture to Feng Lan through the void.

Feng Lan didn't understand. She thought about it and it didn't seem like sign language. "Sorry, I don't understand what you are saying."

Hua Ling opened her mouth, then closed it again, pursed her lips, and a stream of water flowed out of the frame. She came quietly to Feng Lan's feet and made a standard prohibition gesture.

Wearing slippers in the museum is prohibited.

The water flow was formed by the slippers that Feng Lan was wearing. The logo on the slippers had a standard circle and a slash outside, which was a prohibition sign that even children of any age could understand.

Faced with Hua Ling's condemning and disapproving gaze, Feng Lan remained silent.

What should she say? Should she say she knew slippers weren't allowed in museums? Or something else to break the awkward situation?

"Sorry, there won't be a next time." Feng Lan twitched her lips, but still apologized politely. Without Hua Ling's museum, she wouldn't come out in slippers in the middle of the night and sneak into the museum. Okay! Okay! Okay!!!

"Then do you want to go back?" Feng Lan composed herself and spoke again.

Hua Ling shook her head. Perhaps it was because she had stayed in the museum for too long. The pictures she drew with the water flow were precise and the lines were smooth, showing the talent of a great artist.

Hua Ling gestured for a long time before Feng Lan understood what she meant.

The museum is quieter than her home, so she wants to stay in the museum. When it is time to go back, Feng Lan will come to find her and she will go with her.

Feng Lan: "...Of course you can, but," Feng Lan stared at Hua Ling, "while you're in the museum, just be quiet and act like a painting. Don't threaten the museum staff or tourists just because they disturb you."

Hua Ling didn't quite agree, and slowly came out of the frame more and more, becoming three or four meters tall. She looked at Feng Lan with an oppressive gaze. After losing her facial expression, the inhuman feeling of Hua Ling became even stronger.

Feng Lan realized that this guy was indeed dishonest. She took out her scepter, and it seemed that she still had to fight. "Transform."

After the metaphysical transformation, the painting spirit did not sit idly by. She grabbed Feng Lan with her huge hands and dragged her expressionlessly, quietly and quickly dragging Feng Lan into the world in the painting.

Who would be so stupid as not to fight at home, especially when they know they can't beat the other person!

At least Hua Ling won’t!

Feng Lan met Hua Ling's eyes and felt a moment of pause. When she came to her senses, she had changed her body and was pulled into the painting by Hua Ling.

That moment of stagnation is sensory deprivation!

Feng Lan came back to his senses and was surprised. He was much more serious than before. Compared to what he had just demonstrated, being deprived of his senses by the enemy in battle was not some trivial ability.

"If you want to fight, I'm happy to join you."

Feng Lan hadn't encountered such a difficult enemy for a long time, and she felt excited.

"bring it on!"