Chapter 811 Sand City

They wanted to continue walking with Jimo Ya, but they were rejected by Jimo Ya. Murong Xinnuo was in tears, but Jimo Ya turned a blind eye. At this moment, a tornado suddenly broke out.

Get everyone involved.

Jimoya is no exception.

After entering the tornado, Jimo Ya released Huan Qingyan.

After a while, the tornado gradually dissipated.

Jimo Ya held Huan Qingyan in his arms, Long Lingbao let out a soft moan, and gently supported the two of them down slowly.

This is a huge sand city.

See you in mid-air, this sand city covers an extremely wide area.

It is all made of yellow sand, and the city walls are towering. I don't know what secret method makes the scattered sand condense together.

There are some tall sand walls standing in the city, and there are faint figures shaking behind the sand walls.

It should be the person who was brought in first by the tornado.

After the two were about to land, Long Lingbao turned into a silver thread and went into Jimo Ya's wrist and disappeared.

Before he could move, there was a "bang bang" around him, and other people were swept here by the tornado, and then were thrown from a high altitude and fell to the ground, stirring up a large amount of yellow sand.

Such movement made Jimo Ya and Huan Qingyan cast their gazes over, just in time to see that the stirred up yellow sand did not land on the ground.

Instead, it seemed to be alive in the air, flowing towards the nearest sand wall strangely.

Then it winds up on the sand wall into a strange image with words that don't look like words, and pictures that don't look like paintings, and then stops.

What the hell is this?

The two looked at each other, Jimo Ya let go of Huan Qingyan's waist, held her little hand instead, and walked slowly to the sand wall.

Huan Qingyan also sneaked a look at the unlucky guy who was thrown from a high altitude just now and didn't have time to react.

At this moment, he was crawling out of the sand, spitting out a mouth full of yellow sand.

I couldn't help pursing my lips and snickering.

Jimo Ya squeezed the palm of his hand, looked up, Jimo Ya smiled slightly, like a spring breeze: "Is he good-looking?"

Huan Qingyan's back felt cold, and he immediately shook his head reflexively, and smiled flatteringly at Jimo Ya: "It's not good-looking! Shuai Ya is the prettiest!"

Only then did Jimo Ya nodded in satisfaction, and turned back to continue studying the strange sand painting on the sand wall.

Only then did Huan Qingyan breathe a sigh of relief, why did she feel that after the reunion with Jimo Ya this time, this guy became more and more jealous?

Well, this proves that this girl is getting more and more attractive, Ya Shuai loves me more and more!

Shameless narcissism with a phantom face, after retreating, I feel that I am getting cuter and cuter, and my boyfriend loves me so much, what should I do? Waiting online, very urgent~

"This sand painting is weird--" Jimo Ya's voice sounded, breaking Huan Qingyan's narcissism and looking up.

This sand wall is about ten feet high, and there are strange lines composed of yellow sand on it, just like a painting. It was just a casual glance at first, but when Huan Qingyan saw one of the sand paintings, his eyes froze. .

There seems to be some mystery in this painting. After looking at it for a while, the aura in the body seems to be ready to move.

Something was flashing in my mind, and before I had time to comprehend it, a gust of wind blew by, and those sand paintings turned into yellow sand and slowly fell to the ground. The sand wall was blank, and the glimmer of comprehension just now disappeared immediately.

Huan Qingyan came back to his senses, looked at Jimo Ya in amazement, and whispered: "There seems to be something in this sand painting—"

Jimo Ya also seemed to have sensed something, his eyes were a little more solemn, and he also said via voice transmission: "Let's go look elsewhere."