This magical situation made Yang Kun stunned. He squatted down and touched the water under his feet in disbelief. It turned out to be real water. It was incredible!
"How is this possible? How can something in a painting become real?"
Yang Kun felt that his thoughts were being challenged once again. A portrait that had become a spirit not only had independent thoughts, but was also able to turn the things in the painting into reality and throw them out. These things were truly unheard of.
Perhaps Yang Kun's stunned expression pleased the little girl in the painting, so that after the little girl scooped up all the water in the painting, she smiled triumphantly, and then a line of words appeared in the painting again: "Are you stunned by me?"
"Yeah! Yeah! I'm shocked by you, okay?"
Yang Kun shook his head helplessly, looked at the painting carefully, reached out to touch the drawing paper, and when he found out it was real paper, he felt magical.
After seeing Yang Kun touching the drawing paper, the little girl in the painting glared at Yang Kun with a red face. After Yang Kun looked at her, she angrily wrote a few words.
"You bastard!"
Yang Kun was simply stunned! It was the first time that he was called a hooligan by a painting!
"How did I behave like a hooligan to you? Didn't I just touch your paper? How did that make me a hooligan?"
“It’s just a gangster!”
The little girl was so angry that she turned her back and no longer looked at Yang Kun.
Yang Kun looked at the little girl's back facing him and asked with a headache: "Okay, okay, I won't talk to you anymore. I still have to continue looking for the exit and then go find the snow elves to save people."
"Are you looking for the snow elves?"
The little girl suddenly turned around and looked at Yang Kun with her big eyes.
"What's so good about that stupid and ugly snow elf? What do you want to do with him? He doesn't know any medical skills at all!"
"Well... I need the inner elixir of the snow elf to save people. You seem to know the snow elf. Do you know where to find the snow elf?" Yang Kun seized the loophole of the girl in the painting and stared at her closely.
Shi Qinghuayi realized that she had said the wrong thing, so she covered her mouth with her hand, and then a line of words appeared to tell Yang Kun that she had no idea what he was talking about.
Seeing the girl in the painting's attempt to cover up something, Yang Kun knew that the girl in the painting really knew where the snow elf was, so Yang Kun did not let her go at all. He reached out and grasped the handle of the portrait, then looked at the girl in the painting and asked her questions.
"You just said that the snow elf is stupid, ugly, and can't do medicine. If you don't know it, how can you know that the snow elf can't do medicine and is ugly and stupid? So I advise you to tell the truth, otherwise I will set you on fire!"
"You! You bullied me! And you even wanted to set me on fire! You're a bad person! Wahhhh!"
The little girl suddenly sat on the ground and burst into tears. Her artificial acting made Yang Kun unable to bear to watch.
"Come on, stop pretending. You've been crying for so long and there's not even a tear left. What are you still pretending for? Tell me where the snow elf is, or I will really set you on fire!"
The little girl was exposed by Yang Kun for acting, but she was not angry. Instead, she stood up and looked at Yang Kun and said proudly: "If you have the guts, then burn it. Anyway, I can make water to put out the fire, and I won't be burned to death. If you have the guts, then burn it! I'm not afraid!"
"Then are you afraid of the demon-subduing pestle in my hand?"
Yang Kun raised the demon-subduing pestle and pretended to hit the painting, and as expected, he succeeded and saw the little girl's face turn pale.