Lin Qi failed to keep up with the girl,

But he and Mu Ziran followed her for about fifty or sixty meters, and once they entered the winding path, he lost sight of the girl.

He... actually got lost!

But Lin Qi was not angry because of this.

Because he knew that no matter how confused he was, he would not get lost in a strange place.

These trails...

Something weird!

He closed his eyes and recalled the route he had taken before,

go straight,

Turn left,

diagonally upward...

A familiar feeling spread in my heart,

so familiar,

He walks this route every day!

However, he does not walk with his feet,

He is walking with a pen!

These winding paths turned out to be the painting path of the demon!

Lin Qi's painting was touched, and he couldn't control it immediately.

Take out the painting tools from the space ring.

Drawing paper is spread on the floor,

Lin Qi lay on the edge of the drawing paper and started drawing directly under the dim street lights on both sides!

The first transaction is completed!

The second stroke...

No!

no!

Come again!

Still not working!

Come again!

Hayashi Qi paints without emotion, he keeps painting, and keeps discarding the drawing paper.

But Mu Ziran didn't say anything, she just cleaned up silently.

From Lin Qi's point of view, he just painted for a while,

But Mu Ziran had no intention of painting. She knew clearly that Lin Qi had been painting for more than two hours.

more than two hours,

In this holy city that never sleeps, there is not a single person passing by on the roadside.

Mu Ziran has some tricks,

She felt that she and Lin Qi had fallen into an unknown twisted space,

She didn't dare to leave or disturb Lin Qi.

She closed her eyes and tried to use her meager demon power to perceive.

really!

Someone!

Those passers-by passed by her and Lin Qi,

But they can't see passers-by,

Passers-by cannot see them either,

Sure enough, they entered a twisted space,

"What the hell is this place?"

Mu Ziran thought again of the moment when he was attacked by Taotie's will.

She thought about ghosts again,

The body unconsciously leaned towards its master.

But she can't get close,

Lin Qi is drawing a demon. Only a demon user can draw a demon, because painting a demon requires demon power.

Lin Qi now devotes himself wholeheartedly to painting demons.

And his level is actually much higher than Mu Ziran.

His body is wrapped in extremely powerful demon power,

If Mu Ziran continues to approach, she will probably be directly shattered by Lin Qi's demonic power!

On the third hour, Lin Qi finally stood up,

He still didn't draw the second stroke,

But he didn't lose heart. Instead, he became more excited.

The path is under his feet, and the path is teaching him. These paths are his teachers!

Lin Qi picked up his painting tools and wandered on the path again. He was not moving forward blindly.

Because he realized that the road ahead was beyond his level of painting.

If he goes too deep, he will break away from the writing path and see passers-by in another dimension.

He walked back, repeating and deepening his understanding of the strokes.

Half an hour later, he lay down again,

Keep painting!

Lin Qi is like this, painting, walking, painting, walking again,

Time flies by,

Mu Ziran was also quite tired,

But Lin Qi is still painting and still walking.

One night passed,

One morning has passed,

Just when Mu Ziran couldn't stand it any longer and was about to fall asleep on the side of the road,

Lin Qi suddenly laughed!

Second stroke!

He finally drew it!

The first stroke took him a whole week,

And for this second payment, he only spent one night and one morning!

Is this the importance of teachers?

With Bi Lu as his teacher, his efficiency in learning to draw monsters has increased several times.

He looked at the path in front of him that could not be seen clearly as if surrounded by thick fog.

His body trembled with excitement.

"As long as you complete these steps, my painting demon will definitely be able to get started!"

Lin Qi was not in a hurry to continue painting,

Mu Ziran can no longer hold on tight,

This night was indeed difficult for her,

Ever since he had Pixiu, ever since Mu Ziran became his derivative, Lin Qi has become a little bit concerned about this girl.

He put away the painting tools, ignored Mu Ziran's insistence, and directly carried the other party on his back.

Mu Ziran couldn't see clearly and couldn't walk out of the pen.

Lin Qi just walked around twice and walked out.
To be continued...