My personal school belle president

Chapter 1215 Sleepless night!
I rely on!

what the hell?
The living room was so quiet that he didn't even breathe.

Seeing that there was only one painting empty on the table, and a living baby that was so big just now disappeared, Qin Yang was completely stunned, thinking that he was dazzled.

How is this possible, it was still there just now, but it disappeared in the blink of an eye?

"Did it fall under the table?"

Leng Qingyan's pretty face was panicked, and she hurriedly began to search under the table, but she didn't find half a figure, let alone heard the baby's voice.

Her face turned pale, and her palms were sweaty from nervousness.

Qin Yang also panicked.

In the middle of the night, wouldn't it be a hell of a thing, lost a living son, and lost it in front of him, it was too weird.

The two began to search around the table and around the room.

Maybe it was because of the commotion that it woke up Ning Xiuxin and the others who were sleeping.

Meng Yutong and Ning Xiuxin went downstairs one after another to inquire. When they learned that Xiao Muchen had disappeared, everyone immediately woke up from their sleepiness and joined the search for the child.

However, until dawn, everyone searched all corners of the villa, but still found nothing.

At the moment, the hall is dead quiet and extremely dull.

Leng Qingyan sat on the sofa, wiping her tears non-stop, she looked extremely haggard overnight, her eyes were bloodshot, Xia Lan and Yun Qing beside her were comforting in a low voice.

Qin Yang, on the other hand, was holding the painting, frowning tightly, looking a little tired.

"Husband, you said that this painting is a magic weapon of the space type, which means that Mu Chen must be in this magic weapon, otherwise how could it disappear out of thin air."

Meng Yutong said softly.

"Yeah, Yang'er, such a big child, he can't run outside by himself."

Qin Yuanfeng also said, sighing, "You shouldn't have put the child on the painting back then, you knew it was a magic weapon, so you didn't worry about it."

Qin Yang rubbed his forehead and said with a wry smile: "This is impossible. This magic weapon is now in a closed state, and there is no key to open it, and there is no spiritual support. Even I can't open it, and Mu Chen can't. He won't Techniques, how do you open them if you haven’t practiced them before? How do you get in?”

"But now the fact is that Chenchen has already entered!!"

Ning Xiuxin, who hadn't slept all night, patted the table, and looked at Qin Yang angrily, "You're not worrying about why he got in, but trying to find out Chenchen quickly!

I have also learned a lot about the magic weapons of these types of spaces. Some space worlds are extremely dangerous, and it is dangerous even for an adult to enter, let alone a baby under one year old! "

Hearing Ning Xiuxin's words, everyone became more and more worried.

Indeed, although the space world is illusory, compared to the alien intruders, it is the real world.

For example, the world Qin Yang went to when he captured the soul of the phoenix last time was extremely dangerous. Many monks died there, and even Qin Yang himself almost died in the pursuit.

Qin Yang's head was swollen, as if it was about to burst.

He didn't expect to bring a painting of his mother, and he would lose his son in the end, which is too funny.

"Xiaomeng, have you found out and where is my son?" Qin Yang asked impatiently in his heart.

"I'm sorry master, I don't have any news about your son. I guess he is really in the space world in the painting." Xiaomeng said apologetically.

Grass!
Qin Yang cursed secretly, not knowing whether to laugh or cry.

How on earth did that brat get in? He's even more powerful than his father. Does he have a halo of pig's feet?

"Brother Qin Yang, tell me, is there another possibility..."

Xiao Qianqian pursed her pink lips, pointed at Liu Ruqing in the painting, and whispered, "Could it be that Brother Qin Yang's mother wanted to hug her grandson so much that she took Chenchen away."

"Qianqian, don't talk nonsense!!"

Meng Yutong scolded.

Xiao Qianqian stuck out her little tongue and bowed her head in silence.

And everyone also glanced at each other without speaking, but they might have some doubts in their hearts.It's just that when it comes to Qin Yang's biological mother, there are some things that can't be said indiscriminately.

Qin Yang was silent for a while, caressing the mother in the painting, secretly smiled bitterly: "Mom, mom, please don't trick me, you can't use this method even if you want to hug your grandson, it's too scary."

Just when everyone was at a loss, a baby's giggling sound suddenly came.

Hearing this familiar voice, everyone's spirits were lifted, and they subconsciously looked for the reputation, only to see that the painting in Qin Yang's hand suddenly started to ripple, like water ripples, and Liu Ruqing on the painting disappeared.

And the sound came from the painting.

Are you going out?
A thought popped up in everyone's mind at the same time.

"Hurry up, put the painting on the table, don't let Chenchen get out."

Ning Xiuxin said quickly.

Qin Yang didn't dare to be negligent, and put the painting neatly on the table, and everyone gathered around, looking at the painting eagerly, holding his breath, not daring to make a sound.

But after waiting for a long time, except for the occasional happy laughter of the child, no one came out.

"This little bastard is going to kill me in a hurry."

Qin Yang's forehead was covered with beads of sweat, his eyes were almost dry, and he didn't dare to blink.

After hesitating for a moment, he slowly reached out to touch the painting.But no matter how hard he tried, the painting seemed to be blocked by a piece of tempered glass, and he couldn't get through it.

"Don't touch it, what if the child doesn't come out."

Ning Xiuxin patted Qin Yang's arm, and said angrily.

Qin Yang had no choice but to put away his paws, stared eagerly, and prayed over and over again in his heart, he almost knelt down to ask his little ancestor to come out of the mountain.

Finally, when it was almost noon, the voice got closer and closer, and a small white and chubby hand stretched out from the painting.

If it was placed at night, this scene would be absolutely terrifying, but at this moment when everyone saw this scene, they almost jumped up excitedly.

Seeing the opportunity, Qin Yang grabbed the baby by the wrist and dragged it out.

It really was Xiao Muchen.

Perhaps because he was a little uncomfortable with the scene in front of him, the little guy was stunned for a few seconds, Shui Ling blinked his big eyes a few times, cried "Wow" again, and struggled to return to the painting.

At this time, Qin Yang didn't dare to let him go back, so he quickly handed over the child to Leng Qingyan, and put away the painting.

Seeing that the child was alive and well, with no scars on his body, everyone was relieved.

"My God, this little guy really ran into the painting. It seems that the painting has no restrictions on him. He can enter as he wants, and get out as he wants."

Yun Qing said with some envy.

Qin Yang smiled wryly: "It is estimated that this painting has spirituality, or there may be some loopholes to allow children to enter. I don't know what is inside, this kid seems to be having a good time."

"Tell me, will you see his grandma?" Meng Yutong asked curiously.

Qin Yang looked at the painting in his hand and fell into deep thought.

He had a vague feeling in his heart that although the painting was about his mother, it had nothing to do with his mother. This painting must have an extraordinary origin and come from the hands of a master.

(End of this chapter)