"You, you liar." Zhang Xiaowen opened her mouth. "You can call me whatever you want. In fact, I prefer you to describe me as resourceful." Mo Tian glanced at his mouth, and his face suddenly became extremely serious and deep! His eyes swept over everyone around him: "You are one of the few people I can trust in this world." His eyes lingered on Fang Zhenghua with some meaning for a while and said: "Director Fang, you It can't be the old man's meticulous work." "Cough, cough, I have behaved upright in this life and sat uprightyou," Fang Zhenghua said angrily. "Okay, don't act like this in front of me. You old fox, are you still pretending now? I know you are not so seriously injured." "I am just cough, seriously injured." Fang Zhenghua's face turned red and he wanted to argue. "Okay, I don't care if you are really injured, but I believe in you. Now I need you to do me a favor." Mo Tian said quickly: "I just said that the old man's space magic is As for the time limit, I have studied it for a long time, and the remaining time is six hours. It is almost impossible to use the space method again in the original place, and there are still a bunch of Da Luo Jinxian blocking us outside, but for the sake of Just in case, we only have six hours, from now until dawn, we must fight for the future of all mankind!" "What do we need to do?" After hearing Mo Tian's words, everyone asked. I can't help but tense up my nerves! Look serious! Mo Tian quickly walked to the study room and rummaged through the cabinets for a while. When he came out, he was holding a lot of white paper, paints, several palettes, ink pens, and ground ink pads What are you doing? "Paint!" This was Mo Tian's answer to everyone. "What to draw?" Zhang Xiaowen held the brush and pointed it at the white paper in front of her. My mind is as blank as a blank sheet of paper. "Draw a masterpiece that can be called a masterpiece. There is no time now. It is best to copy the handwriting of a master. Anyway, it must be beautiful and must be recognized by this art museum. I suspect that the Book of Creation has also been touched by the old man. I don¡¯t have my hands and feet, so I don¡¯t dare to call. But I have to go to hell. But now all the media to enter hell have been taken away by the old man. If you want to enter the hell museum, you must paint at the master level. Otherwise, other methods will make too much noise." Mo Tian said that he had already started to buy paints. There are many brushes here, enough for everyone to paint, but who can paint master-level works? Except for Mo Tian, ??the three girls here usually write out of pure interest even if they occasionally write. Let alone masters, they are already very good if they are not unsightly. "I can't paint. But I can help with color mixing." Zhang Qiyue waved her hand simply. Painting cannot be learned in a day or two. She is self-aware. "Me, I can't do it either." Zhang Xiaowen lowered her head in embarrassment, let alone painting. Even looking at paintings is a very rare thing for her. "I know how to do it. Xiaowen, please help me grind the ink." Fang Zhenghua said. Mo Tian raised his face, stared at Fang Zhenghua with lightning eyes, and then smiled: "It's great that Director Fang can paint. I have the opportunity to see everyone's handiwork today." "What everyone's handiwork, ahem, is all These are things that cannot be brought to the table." Fang Zhenghua smiled sarcastically. "Very good, then Director Fang and I will paint, while Qiyue and Xiaowen will be responsible for researching ink and mixing colors. As for Feini, you should look at the situation around you and always pay attention to what I just told you." "There are only two of us. Two hours, no matter whether it succeeds or not, I must enter hell after two hours, Feini, remember the time!" Feini nodded. Mo Tian and Fang Zhenghua, one on the left and one on the right, picked up the paintbrush and the writing brush respectively and started writing on the white paper. ? One person uses five-color oil paint, a Western painting with thick tones, and the other is a brush painting with thick ink and light fall, with deep meaning. In this silent night, the only sound left was the rustle of pen on drawing paper. Zhang Xiaowen looked at Fang Zhenghua's light sketch on the drawing paper and couldn't help but sigh in her heart, the painting is so good! The flowing clouds and flowing water make Yanran look like everyone, but at the same time she is wondering, when did the director know how to draw? Why have I never seen him write before? I don¡¯t know why Zhang Xiaowen¡¯s mind suddenly thought of Mo Tian¡¯s painting just now. In fact, Fang Zhenghua had been hiding his clumsiness before. Hide yourself. Listening to Mo Tian¡¯s tone, Fang Zhenghua seems to be a very powerful person. Although Fang Zhenghua repeatedly denied it, Zhang Xiaowen believed what Mo Tian said even more (most women are outward-facing.) In her heart, she always felt that Fang Zhenghua was a very powerful person and the elder she respected the most. Fang Zhenghua had saved her from danger many times during missions. Sometimes, in her heart, she regards Fang Zhenghua as an older brother she can rely on, and one of the few men she gets along well with in the Dragon Bureau. Fang Zhenghua seemed to feel Zhang Xiaowen's gaze and raised his head, and the latter quickly turned his face away. "The painting is done!" Curator Mo put away his pen, and the image of a graceful and beautiful woman appeared on the paper. This is the famous oil painting "Madame Bovary". He saw that Mo Tian painted a woman, and the other Both women felt a little unhappy. But when they saw that the woman was a fair-skinned, almost fat foreign female ghost, they felt relieved again. Even if Mo Tian had poor taste, he would never fall in love with such a woman. Fang Zhenghua just stopped painting. What he painted was landscape, with several strokes dotting the green mountains, and the majestic fish jumped on the paper! There is also a lone boat in the mountain river, which feels like fishing alone in the snow in the cold river. Mo Tian couldn't help but his eyes lit up. When the two people's paintings were hung on the wall, they both lit up with a faint light, and they were recognized by the Hell Art Museum. These two paintings also became a passport to hell at this time! "One and a half hours, faster than I expected. Very good, it should be in time. Next, you guys stay here and don't let the creatures from hell pass through this door. Don't make any noise! ??Even so! It¡¯s a killing, but it must be done quietly, do you understand?¡± Mo Tian ordered it very seriously. Any mistake in any detail at this moment may cause the whole game to be lost! So he couldn't be careless! He finally chose the Feng Shui painting painted by Fang Zhenghua. Before leaving, he looked at Fang Zhenghua with a half-smile and said: "Director Fang, I don't want to know who you are, nor do I want to know your secret. If you're not interested, I'll give you a piece of advice. Now that the world is gone, what's the use of hiding all your secrets?" He dived into the picture. Fang Zhenghua was left with a strange look on his face. The next day, when the first ray of morning light came out, the door of the Hell Art Museum was slowly opened. Curator Mo, wearing a casual sports shirt, slowly walked out of the door and stretched in the sunshine in front of the door. Those immortals just walked out of the rental cabin one after another. They had been waiting for Mo Tian for a long time, although not sleeping all night was nothing to immortals like them. But Mo Tian looked at these immortals walking slowly, with a heavy look of tiredness on his face. Mo Tian knew that they were worried about what happened yesterday. Those controlled lunatics kept them awake all night. This madness was indeed controlled by someone! And that person can actually control a crazy person. Does that mean that that person also has a way to undo the poison of madness? "The thing that all the immortals want to do most is to find that person, ask for the antidote to the madness, and then kill him with a thousand cuts!" But they alone are totally not enough! Not to mention anything else, the crazy people controlled by that person are simply not something that the dozen or so immortals present can deal with, and an elephant can be killed by too many ants. So Director Mo Tianmo has become their greatest hope. Everyone saw how deeply shocked Mo Tian was yesterday, which was one of the reasons why they were in a tangled mood last night. Only now, after they saw Mo Tian walking out safely, did they feel relieved. "Laojun, I see that you are not in good spirits. Could it be that my reception room is not to your liking? So you don't have a good rest?" Mo Tian looked at Laojun who had almost panda eyes. "Director Mo, you are really calm in the face of danger. In the current situation, you still have such a heart to make fun of you. You really have the style of a general." Taishang Laojun couldn't help but sigh. "When you laugh, laugh, otherwise you will shed tears when you encounter difficulties?" Mo Tian smiled faintly. Lao Jun's eyes lit up: "Could it be that Director Mo already has a countermeasure?" "Countermeasures don't count. The current situation is just to fight for one's life." Mo Tian shook his head gently, and almost didn't say that his head dropped as big as a bowl. A scar. Taishang Laojun looked solemn and said: "We all believe in Director Mo. If Director Mo needs anything, just follow his orders. For the sake of the world we will do whatever we can!" Mo Tian shook his head: "I don't want your lives, and neither do the people in the world. Just do what I tell you!" "Please don't worry, Director Mo! But when will this battle take place?" Lao Jun's face was filled with emotion. There is a look of worry, because the longer time passes, the more people are infected by the mad poison, and the greater the variables they may encounter! "It will come when it comes."As soon as Mo Tian finished speaking, suddenly a long and misty roar seemed to come from the horizon. Everyone was shocked and turned their heads to look. I saw a streak of blood rising from the distant sky! Even though they were thousands of miles apart, the heaven-destroying power emanating from the light pillar made everyone's hearts tremble! Mo Tian stared into the distance, and his voice was filled with irrepressible solemnity: "The battle has begun!" ps: This has been written to the end. . . . . . Okay, I'm still working hard. I've been staying up late lately and the plot keeps jumping. Well, I'm a little incoherent. Please give me a recommendation and drift away. hey-hey