"You... even if you beat me to death, I will not sell it out."
Although the little girl's face was pale, she still insisted on not telling the location of the snow elf.
"Although it's ugly and stupid, it's really good to me. How could I betray it and let you kill it and take out its inner elixir? Wouldn't that harm it? So I will never tell you its whereabouts! Give up!"
I didn’t expect this painting to be so loyal. It’s really unexpected.
"Well, since you said so, I'll just do it my way."
Yang Kun raised the demon-subduing pestle and pretended to hit the painting in his hand. The little girl closed her eyes in fear, but after waiting for a long time, she felt nothing. So she opened her eyes and saw that Yang Kun had let go of the handle of the painting and put away the demon-subduing pestle in his hand.
"You... You were going to beat me to death, weren't you? Why didn't you do that?"
"Although I am cold-blooded and ruthless towards my enemies, you are not my enemy. Moreover, as a painting, you can be loyal. As a human, how can I be so cruel as to kill a painting that has loyalty? So go away. I will let you go."
The little girl in the painting didn’t know what to say. She wanted to say thank you but couldn’t. After a while of hesitation, she finally said thank you. But…
"I think you are a good person, so can you not capture the snow elf and kill him to get the inner elixir?"
The little girl twisted her hands, then looked at Yang Kun nervously and said, "I know you want to save your friend, but the snow elf is also my friend. If you kill him, I will be very sad, and you can think of other ways."
"But only the inner elixir of the snow elves can cure my friend. If it weren't for this, I would never have been able to go up the snow mountain."
"Is that so..."
The little girl lowered her head and stopped talking.
Yang Kun glanced at the little girl in the painting and asked, "Why haven't you left yet? Aren't you afraid that I will really catch you and beat you to death?"
"You wouldn't!"
The little girl said this in a decisive tone, causing Yang Kun to raise an eyebrow in curiosity.
"Oh? How do you know I can't?"
"Because you're a good person! If you really wanted to beat me to death, you would have had the chance just now, okay?"
The little girl put her hands on her hips and looked up at Yang Kun with pride: "Although I am naive, I am not stupid, okay? It's so easy to see it at a glance!"
"Okay, okay, you're right. I won't discuss this with you anymore. Just do whatever you want. I have to go find my friends."
Yang Kun patted his clothes, waved to the little girl in the painting, and walked forward.
After walking for a while, Yang Kun suddenly felt something was wrong behind him, so he turned around to look. As a result, when he turned around, he saw the portrait following him arrogantly.
"Why are you following me again? Do you want to continue to scare me?"
The little girl in the portrait shook her head shyly, then looked at Yang Kun and said, "I don't want to scare you anymore. I already know that you are different from those bad guys. I scared you before because you had the aura of a monster that I hate, so I scared you, not because I really wanted to hurt you."
The little girl shook her hands, then looked at Yang Kun expectantly and asked, "Can I follow you? I promise I won't talk, I'll just follow you."