"daughter in law."
Shen Fan wailed: "Don't leave me. If you go, you will be sealed in the ancient painting and will not be able to escape for a hundred years.
You managed to escape from the painting demon with great difficulty, and now you are going to throw yourself into the trap again..."
"My husband, I am very happy to marry you."
Qin Wenying's pale face was full of tears and smiles: "I'm sorry, I can no longer stay with my husband and stay together.
My husband, forget me. Find a good man and live your life well."
"don't want!
don't want!
don't want!"
Shen Fan desperately walked over and hugged Qin Wenying: "If you want to die, die together; if you want to stay, then stay together!
We husband and wife should never be separated forever.
I don’t want to leave you anymore, never again. I’ve had enough of the pain of losing half of my soul.”
"You two are so disgusting and noisy!"
When Liu Hou heard these love words, his whole body was covered with goosebumps.
I really can't listen anymore.
He extended his palms towards Qin Wenying and Shen Fan, and shouted: "Sure!"
The two of them opened their eyes wide and were immobilized on the spot by the immobilizing spell.
"You guys go out first, I will stop the devil in the painting!"
After saying that, he firmly grabbed the peach wood sword in his hand and kicked open the living room door.
Jump out gently.
The whole body is completely exposed to the world of ancient paintings.
When the immobilizing spell expired, Qin Wenying and Shen Fan could only watch Liu Hou leave the living room helplessly.
Qin Wenying shouted at him in shock: "No way, Master Liu Hou. If we leave this painting, you will be sealed in this painting and unable to escape."
The devil in the painting won't kill me, but it will kill you!"
"It's so noisy."
Liu Hou picked his ears, made a hand gesture with his backhand, and pointed towards the living room of Room 56, Wangqing Street, which was floating in the air.
The living room suspended in mid-air suddenly accelerated, as if blown away by a strong wind, and disappeared in the blink of an eye.
Qin Wenying's worried cries also disappeared without a trace.
Turning around again, I feel the world in this painting.
I suddenly felt strange and inexplicable, the air was full of demons, and the evil sect was very evil.
"Accidentally, I'm trying to be brave again."
Liu Hou smiled bitterly.
After all, I couldn't hold it back and pretended to be a hero for once.
But what can he do?
Shen Fan and his wife had a determined look on their faces, as if they were determined to live or die.
Can he leave them alone and let them be sealed in the world of the painting?
After all, Liu Hou is still kind.
Still couldn't bear it: "This damn love."
Smelling the cold air around him, Liu Hou forced a smile and murmured to himself: "This place is not easy to deal with. But at least I'm not alone and won't be bored."
There are many monsters in the world in this painting.
The devil in the painting is about to catch up.
Liu Hou, who fell into the air, didn't have time to think too much, and his body fell straight down.
Without the floating living room using the Luban technique, if it fell from an unknown height, it would definitely be shattered into pieces.
The most important thing is that he has no spell in his hand that can make him fly.
If he hadn't had time to delay the painting of the demon, he would have fallen to his death first.
That's really embarrassing.
Liu Hou's head was spinning very fast at this moment. After thinking for a while, he gritted his teeth and prepared to treat the dead horse as a living horse doctor.
He took out two palm-long small swords, one red and one green, from his arms.
These are two demon-sending swords.
I won it from Ou Youhan.
Although it is not a magic weapon, it can be used right now.
Well, it better come in handy.
Liu Hou threw the two demon-sending swords into the air, followed the technique taught by Xiao Nizi, made a gentle hand seal, and pointed at the two swords.
Then blow the whistle rhythmically.
The two demon-sending swords suddenly seemed to be alive, flashing with red and green light and floating flexibly in the air.
Liu Hou commanded the Demon-Sending Sword and drew an arc in the air.
He landed firmly on his feet.
Step hard.
One foot stepped on a sword.
It stands to reason that the monster inhabiting the Demon Sword is of low strength. It can usually only hold up the weight of the dagger and make surprise attacks in the air at high speeds.
Within fifty meters, decapitate people.
It's a tricky way to deal with people who are weaker than you.
Under normal circumstances, it is absolutely impossible to bear the weight of an adult man standing in the air.
But this is a world in a painting, and Liu Hou is betting that the physical rules here are different from the normal world.
Even if the demon-sending sword is used, Newton will not be able to pop out of the coffin board.
Fortunately, he made the right bet.
The Demon Sword successfully supported his weight.
Liu Hou let out a long sigh.
But just as he stood firm, he didn't wait for his reaction.
The painting demon had broken through the layers of fog and rushed to Liu Hou.
A huge body appeared in the air, and Liu Hou was as small as a mouse in front of it.
The overwhelming momentum was so oppressive that Liu Hou could not breathe.
"So strong."
Liu Hou's eyelids twitched a few times.
I felt a little regretful.
I have really trusted you too much, otherwise, is it too late to run away now?
When Hua Mo saw Liu Hou standing alone with two daggers standing awkwardly in front of him, he couldn't help laughing contemptuously: "Smelly Taoist priest, why are you alone? Where are Qin Wenying and her pretty face?"
Liu cheekily slapped him a few times.
Shen Fan, a greasy little fat guy, was actually called a pretty boy by the painting demon.
There's probably something wrong with its eyes!
Looking at Hua Mo's body, there are no scars at all.
The old man rushed into its belly and exploded himself. Although he didn't intend to kill it, it didn't cause any harm to the painted demon, which was a bit unexpected.
Liu Hou's expression became more and more solemn.
Is it possible that in the world of the painting controlled by the painting demon, it is difficult for it to be injured?
If this is the case, how can we fix it?
I couldn't beat him in the first place.
Now that Hua Mo has absolute defense power, he is simply a loser.
Sure enough, I still have to run away...
For a moment, Liu Hou thought a lot.
Little did he know that when Hua Mo saw Liu Hou, he was just holding the sword, not making a sound and paying no attention to himself.
As if despising it.
Hua Mo suddenly felt that he was being despised by the ants in front of him, and became even more angry: "How dare you, little ant, not answer what I said.
It’s okay, anyway, that little bitch Qin Wenying took her mistress and ran away, abandoning you. Gaga gah, I’ll kill you first, and then it won’t be too late to catch up with them.”
After finishing speaking, Hua Mo opened his hand and grabbed Liu Hou.
The big hand is like a cattail fan covering the sky, and the huge shadow covers the sky and the sun.
Unstoppable.
How could Liu Hou dare to resist head-on?
He blew a whistle in his mouth, causing the demon-sending sword under his feet to move quickly in the air to dodge.
The demon-sending sword held him up and flew away at an extremely fast speed.
But he managed to escape the attack from the painting demon.
Hua Mo never noticed Liu Hou. After his attack missed, he snorted coldly and immediately changed his tactics.
From a top-down attack, it became a left-to-right slap.
Aiming at Liu Hou, he slapped him across the face.
It was just a random palm, but it had already caused huge wind noise all around.
As the palms were waved, the air around the claws of the painted devil was all swept up by the five fingers, whistling, and fiercely colliding towards Liu Hou.
The power is huge and there is no way to avoid it.
This move became so fast that even with the speed of the Demon Sword, I couldn't dodge it.
If it was hit really hard, it would definitely be shattered to pieces.
Liu Hou gritted his teeth and kept ordering the Heavenly Book to find loopholes in Hua Mo's attack.
He reached into his arms again, grabbed a handful of essence, and stuffed it all into his mouth.
The Tao fire in his body burned hot as the essence melted in his mouth.
He was actually preparing to use the weak power of the seventh grade red fire to resist the murderous blow from the painted demon.
"You're just an ant, and you're so overestimating your capabilities. Go to hell!"
The devil in the painting saw this and sneered.
Laughing at Liu Hou's delusion that the mayfly could shake the tree.
Ants should look like ants and should be crushed to death by them.
Chapter completed!