"No, the chair here should be a reminder. Could it be that I was so excited to sit on it?" Yue Qiange hesitated for a while, walked around the chair for a few times, and was still hesitating.

The sword talisman spirit insect rushed to the passage that he had just entered, but could not enter at all. This was even the case with the Yin Ghost Hand.

If you can't find an outlet for breast milk, wouldn't you be trapped here?

The ghost is not connected, so how about the others!

After hesitating for a few times, Yue Qiange felt that he should try it out.

He clenched his fists, gritted his teeth and sat on the only chair in the hall, and shook the screen on the wall.

The soft light, the scene projected on the wall, disappeared, only retaining the shining screen on the wall facing the chair.

Is this a drawing for the parts?

I have seen many similar drawings in the second hand of the He family, but I can't help but induce this complexity.

Want to make drawings?

Turán escaped from the haze of monsters and death, and Yue Qiange still lured him to adapt. Turán entered an atmosphere with a scientific atmosphere, which was really not very adaptable.

I was stunned for a long time before I noticed the abnormal flash of light.

Just on the chair handle, there was a crystal-intact wèizhi shining. When I tried to press it down, the seat was raised and floated through the passage where the symbol opened at the top of the hall.

After passing a pipe-like location, I entered another room.

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Chapter completed!