After listening to Zhu Renxia's words, Yang Dali showed a regretful expression.
"Oh...brother, it would have been nice if you had come to our Wulong Mountain a few days earlier. Brother Yang, I originally had a work by the great painter Xu Wei, but I had someone take it with me to Banzhou to present a gift to Master Yang."
Zhu Renxia was shocked. He didn't expect that he was a step too late. "Is this the painting of a tiger and a dragon?"
"Haha... Brother Jiang has also heard of the picture of a tiger sitting on a dragon's side?"
Yang Dali laughed proudly at first, but then felt something was wrong and asked warily, "How did you know that my picture is called a picture of a tiger and a dragon in the pan?"
Anyway, with the Heavenly Lord guarding him in the sky, Zhu Renxia was too lazy to talk nonsense with Yang Dali and asked straight to the point: "Is this Mr. Yang Yang Yinglong of the Bozhou Xuanwei Department?"
"It's him!"
The smile on Yang Dali's face slowly dissipated, and he quietly put one hand on the handle of the knife at his waist, "Boy, what are you doing in our Wulong Mountain? Could it be that you and Jin Xiaoniu have some conspiracy? Let's recruit it from the truth. I won’t make it difficult for you.”
"Yang Dali, if you dare to hurt Mr. Zhu, I will never end it with you!"
At this moment, Jin Zhu rushed over on horseback.
She saw Yang Dali's right hand quietly placed on the handle of the knife in the distance. She was worried that he would suddenly attack Zhu Renxia, so she issued a warning in desperation.
"Master Zhu?"
Yang Dali was stunned at first, and then became furious.
With a "choking" sound, the waist knife was unsheathed.
"Good boy, I treat you as my confidant, but you treat me like a monkey. If Lord Ma doesn't show his power, and you don't know the three eyes, you will give me a knife..."
Zhu Renxia stepped back and took out the sword hidden under the saddle: "I went to Wulong Mountain today just for the "Tiger and Dragon Pantu". Hand it over obediently and I will spare your life!"
"Haha... It's really shameless, I like it!"
Yang Dali smiled ferociously and rushed forward with his knife, "Let me see what you are capable of first?"
Zhu Changan had already prepared a milk tea straw with a diameter of 1 cm in his hand. When he saw Yang Dali rushing towards him, he directly covered him with the straw.
With a "puff" sound, the steel knife in Yang Dali's hand struck a thick layer of strange objects, startling him.
"Ah...what happened?"
Yang Dali hurriedly retreated, but he bumped into a thick and elastic wall. It was still the same when he turned to the left, and it was still the same when he turned to the right. He suddenly changed his color in fear.
I saw a transparent and flexible high wall appearing around me, trapping me tightly inside, unable to advance or retreat.
The bandits around were also startled by the sudden appearance of the transparent wall. They didn't know what to do for a while, and they all froze in place and were at a loss.
"Zhu Renxia, ask him if the tiger-crouching-dragon picture can still be recovered?"
Zhu Changan was a little angry and gave instructions in a stern tone.
I thought I could easily get this famous painting, but I missed it. How could I not make people angry?
This is a famous painting worth 6.8 billion. It’s so mind-numbing to just pass it by like this!
The only thing that made Zhu Changan happy was that he didn't tell Cheng Yinuo the news in advance, otherwise he would have left her with the impression that he was unreliable and overachieved.
"Yang Dali, let me ask you, can you still get back that picture of a tiger and a dragon?"
Zhu Renxia shouted loudly, holding a long sword.
But for Yang Dali, it was equivalent to being trapped in a cylinder with a height of more than ten meters and a diameter of more than ten centimeters, and he could not hear what anyone outside said.
However, the bandits figured out the whole story, pointed their weapons at Zhu Renxia, and shouted in unison.
"It's this kid who used magic to trap the big boss. If we brothers kill this kid side by side, the big boss can come out!"
"Who dares to take action?"
At this moment, Jin Zhu arrived on horseback, holding a machete, and glanced coldly at the bandits.
These people are Yang Dali's confidants, and they all started shouting: "Jin, what do you mean, you dare to bring outsiders to plot against your senior brother? Are you not afraid that Mr. Feng will crawl out of the coffin to settle the score with you?"
"Xu..."
Jinzhu reined up his horse and snorted coldly, "Yang Dali has completely forgotten the rules of master's conduct for heaven. If master is alive in heaven, he will settle accounts with him first!"
As she spoke, she raised the scimitar in her hand fiercely: "Shut up, my aunt, if anyone dares to make any more noise, I will cut off his tongue!"
Intimidated by Jin Zhu's momentum, the thieves suddenly became silent.
Seeing that Yang Dali couldn't hear Zhu Renxia's voice, Zhu Changan had no choice but to move the straw away and ordered: "Ask him again."
"The gods asked me to ask you, can the picture of a tiger and a dragon be recovered?" Zhu Renxia immediately followed the instructions and asked Yang Dali again.
After being released, Yang Dali breathed a long sigh of relief and asked like a frightened bird: "Do you think I was just covered by a spell cast by a god?"
Zhu Renxia nodded: "Exactly, you attacked Jiangjia Village that night, and suddenly there were heavy casualties and corpses everywhere. It was the gods who took action to protect our Jiangjia Village."
"We have changed our minds and no longer dare to take advantage of Jiangjiacun. Why are the gods still causing trouble for us?"
Thinking of that terrifying scene and those minions who suddenly turned into meat pies for no reason, Yang Dali was so frightened that he collapsed on the ground.
Seeing Yang Dali's mental breakdown, Zhu Renxia expected that he would not dare to resist anymore, so he sheathed his sword and said, "The gods came here for the "Tiger and Dragon in Pan". I have asked you three times if you can still pursue it. Return?"
Yang Dali said with a mournful face: "Fang Jielun has taken him to Bozhou to present it to Yang Yinglong. I'm afraid that this painting has now fallen into Yang Yinglong's hands."
"Fuck...If that's the case, why are you still here?"
Zhu Changan was furious. He originally wanted to slap Yang Dali to death, but he changed his mind temporarily, so he turned his palm into his fingers, pinched Yang Dali within one centimeter, and took him out of the landscaping box.
"I would like to try. What will happen to the little man in the box when he is taken outside?"
But in Yang Dali's view, he was held hostage to the sky by a powerful force. As he continued to rise, he felt hot all over his body and it became increasingly difficult to breathe...
In the end, Yang Dali's eyes were completely dark, filled with twinkling stars.
If he had watched astronomy programs, he would know that he had broken through the atmosphere and entered the universe...
In the end, he felt that his body was rapidly shattering, turning into gravel in the sky as dark as an abyss...
"Wori...why did Yang Dali turn into sand?"
Zhu Changan was also shocked by the sight in front of him.
Yang Dali in his palm quickly turned into millet-like grains of sand, like a pottery figurine that suddenly collapsed.
This result made Zhu Changan somewhat unexpected.
In his opinion, there are only two outcomes.
One is that Yang Dali will gradually transform into a normal-sized human being, and the other is that Yang Dali will not change in any way, either living like an ant in reality, or being put back into the box by himself.
But he never expected that the little person inside would shatter into a handful of sand after completely leaving the box.
"Thankfully I didn't take Zhu Renxia completely out of the box last time."
Thinking of the times when he held Zhu Renxia in the palm of his hand, Zhu Changan had lingering fears.
But Zhu Renxia has a mysterious connection with himself. The items belonging to him can become larger in reality. Does this mean that his people will not turn into desert like Yang Dali?
Unknown, Zhu Changan did not dare to try it easily.
Yang Dali went from a living villain to a puddle of sand in just five or six seconds.
