The juniors are all bosses, so I can only hang up

After sleeping for an unknown amount of time, the drooling little fox suddenly woke up, sat up in a daze, and stared blankly at the endless pure white in front of him.

Holding his suona tightly in his hands, endless fear suddenly rose in his heart.

Only then did she realize that she was still in the so-called experience.

My mother said that as long as I pass this experience, I will gain the strength not to lose to my senior brothers!

However, do not lose to the strength of a few senior brothers?

What's the use of that?

Isn't it all right if I have a few senior brothers?

Why do you have to work so hard to find this power!

Hu Tutu drooped his head, recalling the dream he had just now, touched the waist badge hanging around his neck and whispered in a low voice: "Eldest brother, why don't you come to pick me up, don't come again, Tutu hates you!"

Suddenly, something hit the head of the little fox who was secretly sad.

The little fox raised his head in surprise, looked left and right, and saw a paintbrush landed not far from him.

"Who! You have no sense of public morality! Didn't you see a fox sitting here?!" Hu Tutu, who was sad, looked up at the pure white sky and shouted dissatisfied.

Because of anger, her belly wobbled.

But the little fox's inquiry didn't get an answer, and the emptiness and silence was filled with pure white, so white that it made Mutu feel a sense of fear for no reason.

Immediately lowered his head, not daring to raise his head again.

After a while, Hu Tutu carefully looked at the paintbrush that suddenly appeared, like a child stealing a snack, he just glanced at it hastily, and quickly lowered his head again.

Who knows why an unknown paintbrush suddenly appeared. In this pure white space, it was the first time I saw something other than myself.

Who knows if this paintbrush will suddenly jump up and bite itself?

The disobedient little fox will be picked up by the tabby cat!

Take a peek, and then a peek.

The little fox finally remembered that he was a great demon cultivator in the Nascent Soul stage!

Although he doesn't know any magic skills, he is very powerful no matter what he says!

The little fox plucked up his courage, stood up and walked towards the paintbrush, pointed at the paintbrush not far away with both hands holding the suona, and threatened sharply: "I...I am very powerful! Come here!"

With trembling paws holding the suona and shaking it slightly, he confronted the paintbrush for a long time. After finding that the paintbrush hadn't moved, the little fox let go of his guard and walked towards the paintbrush cautiously.

His eyes fell on the paintbrush. On the dark golden penholder, there was carved a very ferocious python, which looked like a very precious magic weapon.

After fighting against the air for so long, the little fox became more courageous.

But be careful to make the ten-thousand-year ship, the third senior brother has always warned himself like this!

The little fox swallowed, carefully bent down, and stretched out its paw towards the paintbrush, just as it was about to touch the paintbrush.

The paintbrush started to vibrate as if it had come to life, and flew towards Hututu's face with a whistling sound!

"Wow! The paintbrush is perfect!" The little fox, who was on guard before, turned his head and ran, carrying the suona and running wildly!

The flaming red flames ran out of an afterimage in the pure white space, and the running little fox ran forward panting.

The paintbrush behind him seems to be driving the little fox away, but it hangs firmly behind the little fox, as if there is still power left!

Whenever the little fox looks back, the paintbrush will make a look that is about to poke the little fox.

Scared, Hututu ran even faster, and his two short legs almost ran out of afterimages.

I don't know how long I ran, and I don't know how far I ran. The little fox ran slower and slower, and the short legs also moved slower and slower, and stopped panting.

The little fox who was so tired that he couldn't straighten up finally couldn't run anymore.

Just as the little fox was panting, the paintbrush lightly tapped on the little fox's buttocks.

The frightened little fox jumped up, turned around and looked at the paintbrush facing him, Hututu panted heavily, wiped the sweat from his face, and shouted at the paintbrush: "Don't you!" Come here! I am very powerful!"

As he spoke, he waved the suona in his hand to keep the paintbrush from approaching!

But Paintbrush didn't seem to hear the little fox's threat, and moved closer to the little fox.

When he saw the paintbrush getting closer and closer to him, Hututu's psychological defense finally collapsed. He sat down on the ground, cried and said, "Stinky paintbrush! Come on, eat me! Anyway, I ran away Stop moving!"

After speaking, he lay down on the ground, closed his eyes tightly, and waited for the fate of being eaten.

But after waiting for a long time, there was no pain on his body. The little fox slightly opened one eye, but was surprised to see the paintbrush lying quietly on his white scarf hair.

Eh?

The little fox sat up, feeling sincerely happy that he was not eaten, but very puzzled by the paintbrush that depended on him.

Carefully stretching out its paws to take the paintbrush, this time the paintbrush did not resist, the little fox held the paintbrush firmly.

The moment he touched the paintbrush, all the ways to use the brush flooded into the little fox's mind.

Magic brush that can draw any color!

"Wow! This paintbrush is so powerful!" After absorbing the usage method in his mind, the little fox looked at the paintbrush in his hand with shining eyes.

Even the Suona, which has been carried in his hand, was thrown aside by the little fox, leaving only this paintbrush in his eyes.

You can draw any color with a brush anywhere!

It sounds useless, but muddling feels very powerful, because it is any color, that is to say, all the colors in the world can be painted with this brush.

Just take any, all, of these nouns.

It feels inexplicably powerful to be confused!

After waving the paintbrush in my hand twice, I feel as if I have a connection with this paintbrush.

When he turned his head left and right and looked at the pure white space around him again, the little fox no longer had fear in his eyes, but was full of surprise instead.

Isn’t such a pure white space just a huge white paper?

When I was a child, I was spanked by Grandpa Niu for scribbling. Now that I have such a big piece of paper, I can draw on my own. It really makes the fox happy!

"Haha! The great painter is so dazed! Let's go!" Holding up the paintbrush, the little fox looked around confidently.

I have to paint all the white here!

Anyway, I don't have anything to do, it's right to help the third senior brother draw Danqing and practice his skills in the future!

The little fox shook the paintbrush in his hand, and the paintbrush kept getting bigger in the little fox's hand, like a long gun held by the little fox on his shoulder.

The little fox looked left and right, and kept thinking:

"Where do I start to draw? What to draw?"