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

Sure enough, as his vision disappeared, it was clear that Hua Ling had no idea of ​​his location just now. This made Feng Lan guess that the deprivation of vision was a two-way thing.

She lost her sight and her second sight which was a skill, and there was complete nothingness within her field of vision. Only when Hua Ling also lost her sight at the same time would it be in line with the law of powerful ability.

If Hua Ling could deprive others of their senses at will with a wave of her hand, and even block the player's skills, she would be so powerful that she would not be unable to find the way back, or be used to fight against An Keke now. This kind of big BOSS would not appear until the later stage.

Sure enough, after she couldn't find Feng Lan, her vision recovered for a moment, and then quickly became blind again.

Feng Lan immediately understood that it was Hua Ling who was locating her. She flew away from her previous position at a high speed, but because she was in a passive position, Feng Lan could not predict when Hua Ling would regain her vision and when it would disappear again, so her movements were a beat slower.

"Snapped-"

Feng Lan couldn't see, but she could clearly feel a little paint on her ankle.

Judging from the fight just now, Feng Lan could clearly understand that Hua Ling was definitely an old monster that had survived for a long time. This meant that every attack of the enemy was well-refined and full of meaning, one after another.

Sure enough, Feng Lan felt that the places on her body where the paint was stuck suddenly became vivid. That sense of presence gave her a bad premonition, and she subconsciously raised her hand to release a wind shield that completely wrapped herself.

"Ping Ping Pong Pong——"

Countless attacks fell on the wind shield.

"Kacha——"

Feng Lan calmly added layer after layer. In his dark, unfocused eyes, there was no anger towards the enemy, but only admiration for this silky little combo.

"sharp."

But if only she could be more insidious, Feng Lan thought silently in her heart, when she was blinded for the first time, she would directly use a whole set of big moves to ensure that the enemy would not have any chance at all.

"But at this rate, your magic power shouldn't be enough." Feng Lan was not frightened by the overwhelming attack, and the blindness in front of her did not take away her calmness.

With the continuous attacks, the need to take away the enemy's senses, and the need to maintain the world in the painting, plus the several illusions created outside before, Feng Lan was certain that the magic power of the painting spirit was not enough.

"Can we sit down and continue our conversation now?" Feng Lan was surrounded by an impenetrable wind shield, so her staff was free. She turned it around casually, and a faint magic circle condensed at the tip of the staff. A small vortex of wind swirled in it, but as long as Feng Lan let go, this small vortex of wind would turn into an exaggerated huge tornado in the blink of an eye, enough to disrupt the space into pieces.

Feng Lanyan smiled, and the next second, her vision returned.

The attacks from all sides also stopped, and the strokes that were twisting in all directions and interfering with the vision also stopped. They made way layer by layer, and the painting spirit walked out from behind the 2D strokes that looked like mountains.

Her brows were furrowed, her face drooped, and she looked a little unconvinced.

Looking at her now, Feng Lan no longer thought that the other party was an ignorant and cute little girl. He first tested her with illusions, then pretended to be innocent to confirm her bottom line, and pulled her into the painting when she let down her guard during the negotiation. Now he found that he could not beat her, and continuing would cause great damage to his home court, so he chose to stop the loss in time.

"Can you listen to me now?"

Feng Lan asked with a smile, spinning the staff in her hand as if she could release a whirlwind at any time.

Hua Ling nodded reluctantly.

Feng Lan felt a repulsive force trying to push her out of the scroll, but she refused and resisted, still standing in the scroll.

"I've changed my mind again," Feng Lan put away her smile, her expressionless face cold, "Let's just leave now. If you stay here, what if you don't obey and continue to scare people?"

As he spoke, the vortex expanded slightly, growing from the size of a palm to three or four meters high in a moment. The noisy wind tore the strokes around it into pieces and attracted pigments from farther away, like an invisible meat grinder, destroying the painting spirit's scroll.

The reluctant expression on Hua Ling's face froze for a moment. Her eyes widened slightly, as if accusing Feng Lan of going back on his word, but her hands were moving quickly.

The strokes around retreated at a faster speed than before, leaving only a blank canvas with Feng Lan and the vortex behind her as the center.

Hua Ling showed a pleading expression, clasped her hands together, and looked at the indifferent Feng Lan. She stomped her feet, and a contract quickly formed and flew towards Feng Lan.

Feng Lan raised her eyebrows and took a closer look. The contract clearly stated what the two of them needed to do.

Including Feng Lan wanting to send Jing home. Oh, Jing is the name this magical creature gave itself. Jing will remain quiet during this period. As long as humans do not disturb her quietness, she will not affect the humans in the museum, such as suddenly appearing, or dragging the security guards patrolling in the middle of the night into the scroll, etc. Obviously, this magical creature has a very high IQ.

So she was really pretending just now, Feng Lan thought to herself. If she hadn't deliberately warned Jing at the end, Jing would not have planned to write down this contract at all. In other words, the other party was not prepared to fulfill the verbal agreement with her at all.

It looks well-behaved, but it is a very cunning magical creature.