A strange statue suddenly appeared, which aroused Xia Yan's interest.

He walked over with Huanhuan in his arms and light, and he looked at the incense table carefully.

The incense offered seems to be made of the oil of the mermaid in the sea of ​​God's tears. The three thin incense can last for hundreds or even thousands of years.

The small statue enshrined in color also looks very domineering.

The sculpture is definitely a great man, at least he carved his eyebrows and eyes vividly.

The handsome face, coupled with the fingers of reaching out, seemed to be commanding thousands of troops, can actually make people unconsciously daunt.

But, about who he is...

Xia Yan was a little talented and knowledgeable, but he didn't know.

Longguang doesn't know much about the demon clan, nor do they know it.

Even Huanhuan, a guy who came here to play lazily every day when he was a child, knew nothing about him.

According to its words, at least before it escaped from the Dragon Guarding City, it had never seen such an ancestor.

Tsk.

But, is it indirectly that this person is also a very important person?

Xia Yan wanted to contact Lian Moyue and asked her for advice.

But when he thought that the two of them seemed to be in a cold war, he gave up the idea.

Moreover, it doesn't matter to him whether this person is important or not.

He actually had plans.

Adjust your condition here and then take these two little guys away.

At least go to Mengzhangcheng first and find Qingtongyang before talking about it.

After all, the current situation in Dragon Hunting City is really a bit complicated, and I don’t know how many old Wang Fengchen’s subordinates are holding back from the scene.

Even if you don’t have any chance, you will be missing, and life and death are uncertain.

Finding a strong helper is indeed the safest way to do it.

He plans to be steady.

By the way, there is another thing.

"Well, Xiaolongguang, put this light ball back."

He looked at the rabbit and ordered, "This should be an offering to this unknown senior, and it is not very good to take it."

"Ah? But I like this very much..."

Longguang wouldn't ignore him, but he was still a little aggrieved.

She seems to have always liked this kind of shiny thing.

Like the previous fantasy sea and star mirror, and the light bead in your hand now.

"Let's find you a better one after you go out."

Xia Yan rua rua her head and smiled and promised.

“Um…”

The dull light is a little confused.

Seeing her like this, Xia Yan decided to take some responsibility as her master and planned to tell her the knowledge of "why the offerings cannot be moved".

People still have to learn some rules when they live in the world.

For example, respect your ancestors.

Or be filial to the master.

besides……

Xia Yan and Longguang started chatting here.

But they didn't notice that Huanhuan's eyes gradually became a little dissipated.

It poses a cute kitten sitting.

Then he looked at the statue without looking around.

Although this is the first time it has seen this ancestor.

But for some reason, it always feels that the more you look at it, the more familiar it becomes.

It unconsciously saw it out of the gods.

And this statue also seemed to respond to its gaze.

The two seemed to have met each other.

And through the eyes of the statue, Huanhuan saw more.

It's like a revolving lantern.

Pictures pass by its eyes.

It is not just this Dragon Protection City where it was born and grown.

There is also a whole demon realm.

Large or small, more or less.

There are many places, but it has never been to it.

But what happened in those places, from princes and nobles to ordinary civilians, all came into its eyes and engraved its memories.

This novel experience makes it unconsciously interesting and gradually becomes selfless.

It found that it could even switch perspectives.

As long as you are willing, Huanhuan can switch back and forth in every part of the demon realm, and even the subtleties as small as hair can be seen clearly.

This is not a live broadcast.

It is the time mapping of the entire demon realm since ancient times.

Everyone has their own story.

Some of them are very wonderful, and they are all in their lives, and they are in poetry and painting, and finally become objects of admiration for thousands of people.

Some are bored, working from sunrise to sunset, resting at sunset, and then ordinary deaths, as if there has never been a person in this world.

It looks very seriously.

But after watching it for a long time, it also became boring.

If you don’t look at it anymore, it’s better to drill into Xia Yan’s arms and make him lick his hair.

It wants to get out of it.

But this doesn't seem to work.

It's like a TV that can't be turned off. If you don't want to watch it, it will start to force you to watch it.

It also tied you in front of the stool and used tape to spread your eyes.

Huanhuan was a little unhappy.

"Meow!"

It roared quite irritable, and it shook its head vigorously.

This made Xia Yan, who was still making jokes with Longguang, notice its strangeness.

The kitten still doesn't know what it looks like in the eyes of outsiders.

But Xia Yan saw it really.

Its clear eyes gradually lost its highlight.

Xia Xiaoyan is somehow considered a master who has a good view of Shisu, so naturally he also knows that such changes are more or less strange.

It's a little dangerous.

"Huanhuan!"

He picked it up and Xia Yan shouted and shook it.

But the kitten didn't react at all.

It was still staring at the statue.

It even struggled, intending to get closer to the statue.

"Huanhuan! Hopeful!"

Xia Yan wanted to comfort it as usual.

But it is still futile.
To be continued...