Wonderful Lord

After listening to Li Yan's explanation, Xi Chen's understanding of this world is still very vague. He has never heard of the small world or the big world. However, he gradually accepted the fact that his soul had passed through another world.

Li Yan was still busy with work, and after chatting with Xi Chen about some things about this world, he took out the documents to be reviewed today, put them on his desk, and left.

Xi Chen looked at the restored door, curiously walked to the door, and then was shocked by the scene outside.

The whole world seems to be endowed with vitality. The birds and beasts carved on the walls will swim in the walls, and the characters in the oil paintings hanging on the walls will gather and chat together, and some of the characters in the oil paintings will visit each other. Another painting walks into another painting and talks to someone.The lawn in the garden will swim on the ground like fish in the water. The flowers and plants planted on them are all kinds of strange things. They will bloom and change colors according to their own mood.There is also an ancient big tree, just like a sci-fi movie on TV. There is a human face on the trunk of the big tree, which can talk, chat, and make people happy.

What is even more amazing is that fish fly in the sky, birds swim in the water, and the white clouds in the sky are not like the usual clusters or pieces, they have their own unique shape and merge into another A white world is breathtakingly beautiful.

"Hey, hey bro, are you tired of pointing your sword at me 24 hours a day? Since you can't kill me, why don't you put down your sword and sit down and talk to me."

Xi Chen came back to his senses when he heard a brisk voice next to him, and turned his head to see that a person in the oil painting on the wall fell to the ground, and the Western man who was about to be killed said to the man who stabbed him with a sword.

The man with the sword put down the sword and said angrily: "Why didn't the person who drew me paint me as a sword stabbing your chest? It's really tiring to hold a sword every day."

The man with the sword stretched out his hand and pulled the man on the ground up.

"If you draw your sword piercing my chest, there will be no one here to chat with you, and you will suffocate to death."

"Too."

Xi Chen felt as if he had walked into the movie "Night at the Museum". He looked at the people in the painting with a look of surprise on his face, and stretched out his hand towards the oil painting curiously. Then, a magical scene happened, and his fingertips pierced through the After passing the drawing paper, I came across the man's sword.

He opened his mouth wide in surprise, retracted his hand, and took the sword out of the painting.The sword in the oil painting immediately became a solid sword, but the length was the same as the size in the painting, and it did not increase.

"Hey, big man, you can't take my sword, give it back to me quickly." The man holding the sword shouted anxiously at Xi Chen.

Xi Chen ignored him and lightly poked his arm with his sword.

"Ah! What are you doing?" The man with the sword hurt from being stabbed by him, and hurriedly dodged.

The man who was killed laughed loudly: "You deserve it, you have today."

When Xi Chen saw that the arm of the man holding the sword was bleeding, he was even more surprised and amused: "Will your wounds heal?"

"Yes, every morning, we will return to our original appearance." The murdered man explained to him.

"That's good." Xi Chen turned the tip of the sword to him, and lightly poked his butt twice, and immediately, a pig-killing cry came from the painting: "Ah, don't poke my butt, Damn, you poked my asshole, god damn it."

"Haha." Xi Chen was amused by the funny look of him clutching his butt.

Suddenly, with a chuckle, someone next to him couldn't help laughing.