After Mo Tian shouted this at the top of his lungs, he slowly put down the pumpkin lantern. ?? ??????????????????????????????????¡ What happened? Mo Tian raised his sword eyebrows and appeared in front of the Hell Art Museum. The spears in the hands of the two guardian knights were ready to meet the enemy. Mo Tian waved his hand to signal them not to be impulsive. He glanced over and frowned tightly. . Eyes full of red light! The faint red light was filled with hysterical madness, like hungry wolves on the grassland. From the streets in all directions, countless crazy people poured out like a tide, and they covered the entire coastal area in an instant. It was so crowded that except for an open space in front of the Hell Art Museum, there was no room to stand anywhere else! "Everyone, be careful!" "Get ready to meet the enemy!" The nerves of the immortals in the rental building suddenly became tense, and countless immortal magics had been condensed in their hands. "Wait a minute, these people seem a little strange." Taishang Laojun stopped the companions around him. Although these people are all crazy and vicious, they are not as crazy as everyone usually sees. The killing was actually done in an orderly manner in every corner of the alley. Until Mo Tian appeared at the entrance of the Hell Art Museum, the swarming crowd was like an orderly army. As if under the call of an invisible banner, all the crazy people roared together. These thousands of people The sound suddenly exploded, as sudden as a landslide, and finally echoed above the head of the Hell Art Museum, turning into a huge sound wave. "Mo Tian! I'm waiting for you to come!" The dilapidated art museum trembled slightly in the sound. The dilapidated door plaque above the art museum was crumbling. With a bang, the sign of Hell Art Museum fell from Mo Tian's head. . It hit Mo Tian's head straight, and the nameplate broke into two pieces in the middle and fell to the ground. The remaining text in these two paragraphs happens to be 'hell' and 'art museum'. Then, the surging crowd squirmed, just like a military parade, and exited the streets and alleys in an orderly manner at lightning speed. In less than ten breaths, the madmen who had surrounded the streets disappeared. Disappeared cleanly. If there wasn't a land where countless wild bulls rushed through the dust, I'm afraid no one would be able to believe that the crazy person had ever been here. Feini and others also walked out of the Hell Art Museum. They all heard the earth-shattering roar just now, and the plaque on the ground that was broken into two pieces. Feini walked forward and held Mo Tian's hand from behind. There was a look of distress on her face, and a trace of bright red blood was slowly left on Mo Tian's forehead, which was where the plaque was hit just now. There was an obvious wound on his nearly perfect handsome face. Mo Tian took a deep breath, the expression on his face changing. First he turned livid, then pale, and finally turned rosy as if he was drunk. Although there was no angry expression on his face, and even his eyes were so peaceful, anyone who looked at Mo Tian now could feel the volcano that was suppressed to the extreme. It was like there was a bloodthirsty beast hidden in his heart that could rise up and hurt people at any time. At this time, all the immortals very wisely chose not to get into trouble at this time, even though there were people complaining just now that Mo Tian did not come to these immortals immediately but left them to dry. Now, I hope Mo Tian can come over later. Mo Tian¡¯s body swayed slightly, and with a somewhat pale face, he held Queen Feini¡¯s hand and walked slowly into the Hell Art Museum. Behind him, the dozens of gods in the sky were left aside by him. As the gods watched, he slowly walked into the somewhat shabby door step by step. He didn¡¯t even take a second look at the jack-o¡¯-lantern in the art gallery. The remaining people around did not pay attention to the meaning of the jack-o'-lantern. They all understood why Mo Tian would look for the jack-o'-lantern as soon as he came back, because he knew that the lantern that had been with him for hundreds of years only It's just the old man's spy placed around him. He didn¡¯t even take a second glance at the two knights. After walking through the door, Mo Tian pulled Queen Feini and sat down weakly on the sofa. Feini gently leaned her head on Mo Tian's solid shoulder. Then, Mo Tian¡¯s fingers gently wrote a few words in the center of Queen Feini¡¯s palm. A strange color flashed in Feini's eyes, and then she fell quietly into Mo Tian's arms. The pumpkin lantern still left. It walked up to Mo Tian as if it wanted to say something.?But after he opened his mouth, nothing came out under Mo Tian's cold eyes. When it came to the door, unexpectedly, the two knights, who spoke of loyalty, suddenly straightened their bodies and cut off one of their arms with a wave of the sword in their hands! ?????????????????????????????????????????????????????? The knight broke his oath and cut off one of his arms. Then they followed the jack-o-lantern and walked away. Mo Tianru was hit by a heavy hammer, and his face became a little paler. Then, there were sparse sounds in the entire art gallery, and the rivets on the wall came from the top of the wall, falling together with the famous paintings. to the ground, and then those picture frames seemed to have grown legs on their own, crawling slowly on the ground. Every painting passes in front of Mo Tian. Mo Tian has seen their appearance for hundreds of years. He remembers every line. He still remembers the hell behind each painting. He also remembers when he was a child. , after experiencing the ups and downs in those hells, the statue of Sherlock Holmes walked out step by step with a pipe in his mouth and a cane in his hand. From the study room that Mo Tian was most familiar with, large open books flew out like pairs of wings. In less than an hour, the entire art museum became empty. All this happened silently, like a pantomime. It was like a silent declaration of war, and in this battle, Mo Tian was defeated miserably! Around him, all the things he took care of day and night belonged to the old man. In today¡¯s art museum. The only thing left was the sofa at Mo Tian's feet and the nanmu table in front of him that he spent a lot of money to buy. What he was thinking about now was whether the table in front of him would suddenly stand up and walk out step by step. Outside the door, whether intentionally or unintentionally, the artworks that went out kicked half of the door number that was originally broken into two pieces far away. I don¡¯t know where those three words ¡°art museum¡± have gone. Only a small half of the signboard is left beside the dilapidated gate, with dark gold paint writing on it "Hell." Suddenly a gust of wind blew in the alley, and then a creaking sound was heard, and the dilapidated door of the Hell Art Museum slowly closed in the sunset. ¡ ¡ Zhang Xiaowen had been sitting there quietly watching Mo Tian all night. Ever since the sun went down and the door of the Hell Art Museum was closed, he and Queen Fini have been sitting there, motionless. Zhang Xiaowen wished she could sit next to him. She was thinking about how sad Mo Tian was now. But every time this thought goes from the heart to the head, and then sends instructions from the head to the whole body, I don't know what kind of inner situation interrupts this impulse. Zhang Qiyue and Fang Zhenghua were also silent beside them. If Mo Tian didn't speak, they wouldn't speak either. If Mo Tian didn't move, they wouldn't move either. Zhang Xiaowen finally stood up, she had to do something. She knew that this man was sad in his heart, but she couldn't let this sadness dominate her forever. The crazy people outside still need his rescue. Since he made the bold statement, he should do it, defeat the old man, and give everyone an explanation. Since he needs someone to be the bad guy to wake him up, then let him do it. This bad guy. Just when she walked in front of Mo Tian, ??suddenly, he pulled Feini to stand up. "Then Zhang Xiaowen's eyes were occupied by Mo Tian's pair of dark, gem-like eyes. From those charming black gems, she saw a thick and cunning smile like a fox. "It's time to take action." "The old man's space spell remains for six hours. Now we can't feel his breath, but we still have to be careful." "Everyone of you, get ready, I have something to tell you. "You guys do it." "Hey, what's wrong with you? Why are you staring at me so surprised Oh, I'm fine I was just acting, don't take it too seriously." Mo Tian said with a smile on his face. But at that moment, Zhang Xiaowen clearly felt that there was a little light flickering in the corner of Mo Tian's eyes, but if she looked carefully, Mo Tian's eyes were now bright, and there was a hint of sadness there.