Chapter 812
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There are many such tall sand walls in the sand city. On the sand walls, the city walls and the ground, there are such sand paintings everywhere.
All they met along the way were Terrans, and there was no demon clan.
These people are squatting or standing in front of the sand painting. Some are thinking hard, some are whispering, and all are considering whether there is any mystery in the sand painting.
Everyone is not stupid. There is nothing in this sand city, only this sand painting. If you want to come here, you have to look for it.
It's just that this sand painting is so mysterious that no one can understand it at present.
Seeing that Jimo Ya and Huan Qingyan are coming slowly, the smart ones just nod and continue to understand sand painting.
Those cheeky people came up and said, "childe's career, we are stupid and can't see any mystery in this sand painting. Can childe's career solve our doubts?"
Is this to get something for nothing?
It's shameless to stare at her with her magic face!
Jimo Ya smiled and was about to speak when an extremely cold gas suddenly hit. People nearby were forced to retreat for several steps by the cold gas.
Then I saw that in front of the sand wall not far away, the snow girl was sitting cross legged. The sand painting on the sand wall in front of her seemed to be frozen by the cold air.
The snow girl's eyes closed slightly, and the sand painting slowly turned into nothingness under the cold air. The cold air became colder and colder with the melting of the sand painting.
Those who can enter this layer are all the elites among the elites. As soon as they see who doesn't understand, the snow girl must have understood the mystery in the sand painting. Don't you see that it's colder around her?
As soon as we understand, we don't hesitate to look for the latest sand painting to understand.
Huan Qingyan turned to Jimo Ya and asked for his opinion with his eyes.
Jimo Ya holds her hand and sees her dependent eyes. Her heart is tender. The little girl's wholehearted trust in herself is fully revealed in this eye.
With a smile, she took her hand and accelerated her steps. While looking for sand paintings, she also observed the situation.
On their way to find sand paintings, some people have come to understand the mystery of sand paintings.
Jimo Ya only glanced, and there was a number in his heart.
The secret message was passed to Huan Qingyan: "don't be afraid. I just observed it. Those who can understand the mystery of this sand painting are the talented leaders who can enter the secret realm this time. Moreover, whether this sand painting can understand depends on fate. Let's take a slow look. When we encounter our own chance, we can understand it."
I don't understand.
Ya Shuai means that those who can understand are people with high talent. With his talent and his own talent, as long as he meets a sand painting suitable for him, he doesn't worry about no chance.
Those who are depressed and can't understand are those whose IQ is not up to standard.
Nodding, Huan Qingyan showed a snickering smile, covered her mouth, and then looked at the people around her. There were only two kinds in her eyes: those with high IQ and those with insufficient IQ.
With the bottom in mind, they accelerated their pace and looked for sand paintings that met their opportunities.
Not far away, I saw a familiar figure chasing another figure, "Mingran evil, stop for my princess!"
It's Le Guo'er.
The figure appeared suddenly, one in front of Le Guo'er, another behind her, and then next to her. He smiled at her with a wink: "kiss Guo'er, what's the matter with your husband?"
"Bah, what kind of husband are you? When the princess goes back, she will tell her father to divorce you. Ah, bah, bah, bah, it's withdrawal! Resolutely withdraw!" Le Guo'er blushed with anger. He wanted to jump over and bite the devil to death. But this guy would be invisible. He was so unpredictable that he couldn't catch it. He was so angry that he vomited blood.
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There are many such tall sand walls in the sand city. On the sand walls, the city walls and the ground, there are such sand paintings everywhere.
All they met along the way were Terrans, and there was no demon clan.
These people are squatting or standing in front of the sand painting. Some are thinking hard, some are whispering, and all are considering whether there is any mystery in the sand painting.
Everyone is not stupid. There is nothing in this sand city, only this sand painting. If you want to come here, you have to look for it.
It's just that this sand painting is so mysterious that no one can understand it at present.
Seeing that Jimo Ya and Huan Qingyan are coming slowly, the smart ones just nod and continue to understand sand painting.
Those cheeky people came up and said, "childe's career, we are stupid and can't see any mystery in this sand painting. Can childe's career solve our doubts?"
Is this to get something for nothing?
It's shameless to stare at her with her magic face!
Jimo Ya smiled and was about to speak when an extremely cold gas suddenly hit. People nearby were forced to retreat for several steps by the cold gas.
Then I saw that in front of the sand wall not far away, the snow girl was sitting cross legged. The sand painting on the sand wall in front of her seemed to be frozen by the cold air.
The snow girl's eyes closed slightly, and the sand painting slowly turned into nothingness under the cold air. The cold air became colder and colder with the melting of the sand painting.
Those who can enter this layer are all the elites among the elites. As soon as they see who doesn't understand, the snow girl must have understood the mystery in the sand painting. Don't you see that it's colder around her?
As soon as we understand, we don't hesitate to look for the latest sand painting to understand.
Huan Qingyan turned to Jimo Ya and asked for his opinion with his eyes.
Jimo Ya holds her hand and sees her dependent eyes. Her heart is tender. The little girl's wholehearted trust in herself is fully revealed in this eye.
With a smile, she took her hand and accelerated her steps. While looking for sand paintings, she also observed the situation.
On their way to find sand paintings, some people have come to understand the mystery of sand paintings.
Jimo Ya only glanced, and there was a number in his heart.
The secret message was passed to Huan Qingyan: "don't be afraid. I just observed it. Those who can understand the mystery of this sand painting are the talented leaders who can enter the secret realm this time. Moreover, whether this sand painting can understand depends on fate. Let's take a slow look. When we encounter our own chance, we can understand it."
I don't understand.
Ya Shuai means that those who can understand are people with high talent. With his talent and his own talent, as long as he meets a sand painting suitable for him, he doesn't worry about no chance.
Those who are depressed and can't understand are those whose IQ is not up to standard.
Nodding, Huan Qingyan showed a snickering smile, covered her mouth, and then looked at the people around her. There were only two kinds in her eyes: those with high IQ and those with insufficient IQ.
With the bottom in mind, they accelerated their pace and looked for sand paintings that met their opportunities.
Not far away, I saw a familiar figure chasing another figure, "Mingran evil, stop for my princess!"
It's Le Guo'er.
The figure appeared suddenly, one in front of Le Guo'er, another behind her, and then next to her. He smiled at her with a wink: "kiss Guo'er, what's the matter with your husband?"
"Bah, what kind of husband are you? When the princess goes back, she will tell her father to divorce you. Ah, bah, bah, bah, it's withdrawal! Resolutely withdraw!" Le Guo'er blushed with anger. He wanted to jump over and bite the devil to death. But this guy would be invisible. He was so unpredictable that he couldn't catch it. He was so angry that he vomited blood.
This novel has been translated by www.novelhall. com and if you are reading this somewhere, they have stolen our translation.
There are many such tall sand walls in the sand city. On the sand walls, the city walls and the ground, there are such sand paintings everywhere.All they met along the way were Terrans, and there was no demon clan.These people are squatting or standing in front of the sand painting. Some are thinking hard, some are whispering, and all are considering whether there is any mystery in the sand painting.Everyone is not stupid. There is nothing in this sand city, only this sand painting. If you want to come here, you have to look for it.It's just that this sand painting is so mysterious that no one can understand it at present.Seeing that Jimo Ya and Huan Qingyan are coming slowly, the smart ones just nod and continue to understand sand painting.Those cheeky people came up and said, "childe's career, we are stupid and can't see any mystery in this sand painting. Can childe's career solve our doubts?"Is this to get something for nothing?It's shameless to stare at her with her magic face!Jimo Ya smiled and was about to speak when an extremely cold gas suddenly hit. People nearby were forced to retreat for several steps by the cold gas.Then I saw that in front of the sand wall not far away, the snow girl was sitting cross legged. The sand painting on the sand wall in front of her seemed to be frozen by the cold air.The snow girl's eyes closed slightly, and the sand painting slowly turned into nothingness under the cold air. The cold air became colder and colder with the melting of the sand painting.Those who can enter this layer are all the elites among the elites. As soon as they see who doesn't understand, the snow girl must have understood the mystery in the sand painting. Don't you see that it's colder around her?As soon as we understand, we don't hesitate to look for the latest sand painting to understand.Huan Qingyan turned to Jimo Ya and asked for his opinion with his eyes.Jimo Ya holds her hand and sees her dependent eyes. Her heart is tender. The little girl's wholehearted trust in herself is fully revealed in this eye.With a smile, she took her hand and accelerated her steps. While looking for sand paintings, she also observed the situation.On their way to find sand paintings, some people have come to understand the mystery of sand paintings.Jimo Ya only glanced, and there was a number in his heart.The secret message was passed to Huan Qingyan: "don't be afraid. I just observed it. Those who can understand the mystery of this sand painting are the talented leaders who can enter the secret realm this time. Moreover, whether this sand painting can understand depends on fate. Let's take a slow look. When we encounter our own chance, we can understand it."I don't understand.Ya Shuai means that those who can understand are people with high talent. With his talent and his own talent, as long as he meets a sand painting suitable for him, he doesn't worry about no chance.Those who are depressed and can't understand are those whose IQ is not up to standard.Nodding, Huan Qingyan showed a snickering smile, covered her mouth, and then looked at the people around her. There were only two kinds in her eyes: those with high IQ and those with insufficient IQ.With the bottom in mind, they accelerated their pace and looked for sand paintings that met their opportunities.Not far away, I saw a familiar figure chasing another figure, "Mingran evil, stop for my princess!"It's Le Guo'er.The figure appeared suddenly, one in front of Le Guo'er, another behind her, and then next to her. He smiled at her with a wink: "kiss Guo'er, what's the matter with your husband?""Bah, what kind of husband are you? When the princess goes back, she will tell her father to divorce you. Ah, bah, bah, bah, it's withdrawal! Resolutely withdraw!" Le Guo'er blushed with anger. He wanted to jump over and bite the devil to death. But this guy would be invisible. He was so unpredictable that he couldn't catch it. He was so angry that he vomited blood.This novel has been translated by www.novelhall. com and if you are reading this somewhere, they have stolen our translation.
