Chapter 1185

Just finding the painter is still far from getting away from it. When Lin Sanjiu realized this, the [protective force field] just completely extinguished, and her body collapsed on the ground like a building.

It's ironic that before she thought of the painter's escape and turnaround, she had been hanging guard punishment with all kinds of words and dared not really let her go; As a result, when the door "clattered" shook and finally completely broke away from the wall, and was sucked in by the canvas, the upright figure of Wei Xing also appeared in the door opening that could escape, occupying her field of vision from a commanding position.

"I'm very upset now."

She whispered. Due to the backlight, her appearance and expression sank into a darkness.

"I'd rather walk away with guilt, knowing that I've done something sorry for others... What do you want me to do when you struggle to this point? If I let you out, you'll definitely retaliate against me. If I don't let you out, it means I'll block you in with my own hands and make your hands dirty."

The painter took off the canvas and offered treasure in front of Lin Sanjiu; He didn't seem to realize that it was a strange thing for Lin Sanjiu to lie on the ground and face up to the sky. He also adjusted the angle according to her eyes to let her see clearly.

... take it away quickly.

When she thought of this, Wei Xing seemed to turn his head and glance at the painter, because the latter suddenly jumped up and took the painting into his arms.

"Fortunately, you fell. Did you really lose your strength?" She said softly, "are you kidding me?"

Lin Sanjiu fell to the ground motionless, thinking clearly for the time being. Teacher Yi disappeared, which is not a good sign; This shows that she has used all the consciousness she needs to exist. But Lin San Jiu didn't give up. He was still searching and squeezing any residual consciousness, like a person who was dying of thirst trying to squeeze water out of a sponge.

"I'm sorry for others. It's better to make the villain thorough."

After sighing gently, Wei Xing stopped talking, but he didn't leave. She seemed to want to stand here and see the black hole on Lin Sanjiu's face with her own eyes, so as to ensure that things were irretrievable before she left.

Consciousness cannot be squeezed out. But why is there still no sound around?

Lin Sanjiu had long realized that the [protective force field] was crumbling and the time was running out. Naturally, it was impossible for her to be unprepared at all - but she had no time to think about what to do just now between a few breaths; So at the moment before she fell down, she simply squeezed several cards in her hand at one breath.

After she fell down, her vision was also fixed in the direction of the door. She couldn't see the objects that fell from her hands and released the card. Now what happened? She had to worry for a time - but it was invisible. At least now there should be a little noise?

However, some music is like this; Just wait for its prelude to sound, you have to wait for a long time.

"You have a lot of human objects," Wei Xing suddenly said softly, but did not take her objects to heart. "But even if it's a human object, you still need to give orders to act? It's useless for you to struggle to this point... But for your sake, I won't take your things after you become a guard."

Yes - besides the painter, she does have another human object——

When Lin Sanjiu thought of this, she finally felt that someone was lying beside her, and she didn't know how long she had been lying down. Because he never moved or spoke, she didn't find out until she was reminded; No wonder Wei Xing didn't mind him. It must be because he looked like an inactive robot and didn't pose a threat.

A voice pressed very low and said angrily to her ear, "ah, I didn't expect you to meet a new dilemma in life."

Well, this guy came out with other cards.

"But as I promised you, I will accompany you through every difficulty and look at the rainbow behind the dark clouds. I believe in your potential, even in such a desperate moment..."

Lin Sanjiu is really about to despair now - after the tutor finishes her words of encouragement, she should become an excellent guard.

"It's just... The cost..." the tutor's second service was not free, but she didn't expect him to sit down and start the price at this time: "how about five special items?"

Lin Sanjiu stretched out his limbs and lay on the ground like a dead wood, unable to make a response.

"If you don't speak, I'll take it as if you agree." The tutor smiled with a funny smile, which almost made her imagine her shining white teeth. "Look, I have your ticket in my hand. Do you authorize me to use it? If you don't speak, I'll take it as your consent. Don't worry, I have a solution to your life dilemma."

No wonder I haven't heard a sound for so long - [ultra Music Festival] was originally held in his hand!

When Lin Sanjiu secretly gnawed her teeth in her heart, she finally heard a trace of subtle, hallucinating music, like the surging fog, ringing from nowhere. This special item in the form of Music Festival tickets can produce background music that is beneficial to the owner. Thanks to it, she survived that hard battle on the Vietnam; But now in this situation, what music does the tutor have to use it to release so that people who don't move can escape?

... the answer was soon revealed.

Instead of trying to get her to stand up again, the tutor went to the other extreme. At this moment, Wei Xing also heard the gradually clear and melodious music, murmuring, "what sound?"

After a pause, she listened for a few seconds.

"... lullaby?"

The tutor is actually playing a fucking lullaby!

This is simply adding insult to injury. The power of [ultra Music Festival] was really great. As soon as he heard its melody clearly, Lin Sanjiu found that his efforts to keep awake suddenly became useless; Although her eyelids could not be closed, her vision was dizzy and rotated - there was a dull sound of something hitting the ground at the door, but the sound did not arouse any spray in her mind.

"I am your master's mentor," the mentor's voice seemed to ring in a very distant place, as ethereal as clouds and smoke: "I can mobilize your master's resources, and you are your master's resources, so I can mobilize you, do you think this logic is right..."

Hurry up, is it necessary to persuade the painter?

This is the last thought Lin San Jiu vaguely remembers; Then she opened her eyes and fell into a coma.

When she regained consciousness again, she heard the guard at the door get up with a rustle. After a few seconds, her vision finally became clearer. Sure enough, she saw the figure at the door holding the wall and slowly stood up straight. The lullaby released by [ultra Music Festival] is over, indicating that it has probably been a few minutes.

She woke up, Wei Xing also woke up; Wei Xing sleeps over, so does she - what's the use of this dog?

"It's OK," Wei Xing gasped gently and smiled, "it's OK. After you took out the items, you fell down... I didn't expect that there was something on you that could hypnotize me. If you still had the power to move, I would be unlucky today."

She sighed: "this shows that I am not mature enough. In places like doomsday, being soft hearted is a death..."

Lin Sanjiu listened to her voice quietly. For a moment, there was no wave in his heart. After the hope aroused by the tutor fell, the moment of despair was almost unbearable; But perhaps it was the gas that finally invaded the brain. Soon, despair turned into a dead calm.

"Goodbye."

Wei Xing finally looked at her face, turned around, and the sound of footsteps gradually left the door.

... a black hole has appeared on her face.

Neither the tutor nor the painter could hear any sound. Maybe the gas in this room can also erode special items and make them completely useless

After Wei Xing disappeared, the silence lasted for about 35 minutes. Lin Sanjiu finally heard the teacher's voice again, and sounded like a rat who finally stole oil: "ah, she finally left."

She can only remain the same, and can't even express her surprise.

"Are you ready?" The tutor also got up, not like talking to her: "we're going to get her out now. If we want to get her out, it's up to you to draw."

The painter's fragmentary clattered for a while, and I don't know what he meant - the tutor said in a hurry, "if she doesn't speak, she agrees! Just listen to me!"

This time, the clatter only rang twice, which she had heard before: it showed that the painter nodded hard.

"Get out," the instructor ordered, "stand behind the X-ray machine and draw her. Remember, when you are almost finished, the canvas must be placed behind the X-ray machine, OK?"