"Fur, can you talk about it?" Xia Yan asked curiously.

"Master, according to the soul of the master's previous life, these two engraved maps are Hetu and Luo Shu, but neither is the original version, just the printed version.

Lai did not refuse. The jade hand did a virtual action in the air. In her palm, Xia Yan saw a scene of the alternation of spring, summer, autumn and winter.

"This is the power of time." Xia Yan took a breath.

Leng Yulai dodged red lips, and said: "It is indeed the power of time, but the slave family just realized the fur, and now it cannot be fully exhibited.

Learn to make the slave family can't get up, not satisfied, and be uncomfortable to die. "

"Pay attention to your words." Xia Yan said black with his face.

"Don't be shy, the slave family is just a little maid." Looking at Xia Yan like this, Leng Yulai giggled again, and said, "The slave family is waiting for the owner to recover the memory and continue to point out the slave family.

What about it? "

Xia Yan had no way to take her at all. She could only glance at her, turned her head to look at the mountains and flowers next to it.

"Master, these mountains and flowers also have strong mental ideas, even if I don't dare to touch it easily." Leng Yulai returned to normal, and explained Xia Yan behind Xia Yan.

Although she joked with Xia Yan, with her cleverness, she naturally knew when she was joking and when should she be serious.

She was trapped here for four years, and her understanding here naturally far beyond Xia Yan, who has not recovered in memory.
Chapter completed!