When it was getting late, Yang Qian entered the mountain.

Then he looked at the mountains around him, searching for a view that might be familiar, and finally, before it was completely dark, he came to a mural.

The frescoes were destroyed.

But looking at the claw marks on it, Yang Gan did not have the slightest anger in his heart, but had a faint surprise.

Soon, the surprise turned into ecstasy.

This mural is just something that he carved casually, or what he would leave behind when he saw a suitable stone wall, and simply recorded the scene of several dinosaurs he saw foraging.

But next to the mural, there was another strange thing, a vertical line with thorns, and a strange pattern was drawn next to it.

Comparing his murals, Yang Qian understood that it should be a tree, and the one next to him was a sickle dragon, lying on the tree and gnawing on branches and leaves.

It's a pity that the level of this painter is too rudimentary. Even if I tried my best to understand, I couldn't imagine that the pattern on the drawing was a sickle dragon, and it was clearly just a few simple patchwork of messy lines.

And this simple abstract mural has several deep notches on it.

Comparing the claw marks on his murals, Yang Qian didn't have to work hard to imagine the original scene.

The queen returned to the mountains here and saw her frescoes. And then wanted to imitate it on the side, and it did it. But after it was done, although it couldn't tell what a painting was, and it didn't understand what art was, it could at least see that what it had imitated with great care was really unsightly.

The embarrassed queen was furious, and left claw marks on the nondescript abstract works she painted; This still doesn't solve the hatred, so it also pulled the murals depicted by Yang Gan a few times.

The reason for this analysis is because, obviously, the scratches of the "abstract work" are very shallow, and it seems to be very careful and careful, but the level is really limited and tight, and the things made are naturally poor.

The scratches on this abstract work are the deepest, presumably an outpouring of annoyance and anger. Later, his own mural was shallower than this venting scratch. Obviously, this is pure destruction, which is equivalent to the psychology of a child compared to painting: it doesn't matter if I draw as well as you, but I will do sabotage, and you don't want to think about it.

If there are children who have just been praised by the kindergarten aunt who have been maliciously sprinkled with sand, or whose clothes are deliberately soiled, most of them are done by those jealous little guys.

So when the night was over, Yang Qian lay on his stomach in the icy river, his heart full of anticipation.

He hoped that all his assumptions were correct, that it was all as he had deduced, that the Queen had done it.

There may be other possibilities, or the work of another particular dinosaur, but it's really unlikely.

If it wasn't really the Queen's doing, he might have been a little disappointed, but he would have been happy. At the very least, it also shows that there is another particularly intelligent creature in the vicinity.

Whatever the creature is, it at least suggests that they have a possible communicative surname.

Probably because he was too excited, this night until late at night, Yang Qian did not start cultivating, but was dreaming vigorously. Although he thinks that there may be a dinosaur and a dinosaur in the future, it is silly to draw things on the ground face to face and communicate with each other, but he is still happy.

In the second half of the night, I finally calmed down and practiced with peace of mind, but I felt that the effect was not as good as before. The little crocodile in the bleak galaxy is still shaking its head and tail, and the scale armor seems to be almost formed, but it is always a little bit worse, and it can't achieve a really clear effect.

But at this time, this little unhappiness in cultivation couldn't stop him from wagging his tail early the next morning, and he walked towards the depths of the mountain full of hope.

The sky was just cloudy, and the mist in the mountains and forests was like a light veil, enveloping everything as if in a dream. The roar of the river startled countless creatures that had not yet risen in the morning. The huge black shadow in the river seemed to be unconscious, and he didn't feel that he had disturbed the dreams of many living beings, and how many good things had been disturbed by the creatures who were ready to do things without shame or irritability in the early morning.

A small river was also played by Yang Qian out of the momentum of turning over the river and the sea, going up the river, the sky was getting brighter, and the dinosaurs by the river were frightened by the monsters that suddenly churned out of the river and fled.

Soon, the small river turned a corner, and in front of Yang Gan, a slightly larger river appeared.

However, it is slightly larger, and when the huge body of the dinosaur swims into it, it still doesn't feel that big.

But Yang Gan's mood was much happier, because he remembered clearly that along this small river and then upstream, not far away, a bend was where his other mural was.

The distance between the two murals was not far away, and Yang Qian felt that if the queen continued to scribble, the one not far away was the most likely. It's not a good idea to go to the place where you meet the Queen, but it's always a good idea to take a turn whenever possible.

As for the other murals, the distribution is irregular. Especially during the time when walking on land in the mountains, murals are everywhere. Even if he remembered the locations clearly and tried to find them one by one, it would probably take a lot of time.

Another advantage of cultivating spiritual power is that he has a super memory, although he just left murals at random, but if he wants to find them, he can still easily recall them.

And the facts also proved that he had no problem with his memory, and in less than half a day along the river, he saw a raised cliff, and when he turned a corner, he could see the mural.

As soon as he turned the corner, the first time he saw the mural, Yang Gan was suddenly furious, and with a flick of his tail, his body rose into the air and fell directly down the riverbank. As soon as he fell, he straightened up, pulled out the bone spear tied to his body, and then roared angrily and threw the bone spear forward.

"Whew!" "Whew!" "Poof!" "Bang!"

Two bone spears flew out with the sound of the wind, one made the sound of piercing the **, and the other flew up the stone wall.

"Shhh "Hiss......"

Two cries came at the same time, one miserable and the other frightened!

The owners of the sound are two strange dinosaurs. They resemble velociraptors, but their heads resemble those of cloaked lizards with wide, scaly membranous folds around their necks.

When Yang Qian saw them, they were fighting face to face, and the scaly membrane folds were all erected, and it looked like the two guys had a small umbrella around their necks, or they were wearing them upside down.

What made Yang Qian furious was the way they fought.

The two cloak dragons don't bite with their teeth and claws, but spit at each other.

Of course, this saliva is certainly not ordinary, it is a kind of green slime, and I can't tell what the specific surname is, but it is conceivable that it will definitely not be a good thing.

Just squirt it!

However, the place where the two cloak dragons fought was on the stone wall, and on it was Yang Gan's mural. I don't know how much saliva they have, anyway, as far as Yang Gan can see, a few green patches have been sprayed out under the mural.

The ghost knows if the things they spew out are strong acid or something, and if they destroy their murals, won't they go around in such a big circle in vain?

The cloak dragon that was not shot by the bone spear fled without a trace in a blink of an eye, and the injured one was still screaming at first, but soon there was no sound, and it was estimated that he was shot in the vital point and bled to death.

"Chirp!"

Xiaoqing flew around the dead cloak dragon, chirping, apparently waiting for the meal to begin. This time, though, it was doomed to disappointment.

Yang Qian didn't bother to care about them, and rushed to the mural in a few big strides, and was dumbfounded, he didn't know how the painting was, anyway, now many places are covered with green slime, and he can't see anything at all.

He wanted to reach out and scrape the slime off, but after thinking about it, he still didn't move, but turned his head quickly and looked around.

A fern with huge leaves caught his eye by the river, and he strode over it, plucked a leaf from it, and then carefully rolled it up and scooped up some water in the river.

When the water scoop made of leaves leaves the water, the water runs out!

Yang Qian suddenly felt like vomiting blood, saying that he watched the TV series in his last life, what kind of actor was injured, isn't it all the heroine who wakes up after sprinkling some water on her face? Feelings don't work!

His mind turned sharply, and a small tree fell into his sight, only to see him rumbling over, "Boom! He hit the tree.

"Click!"

The hapless tree fell, and then a large foot stepped on it, and the half-stump that was still standing did not escape its fate.

Picking up half of the stump and digging it in with his paws, a long wooden scoop was completed in a blink of an eye, although it looked very rough, but when it reached into the river and scooped it up, it did not leak at all.

Looking at the broken leaves on the ground, and then at the wooden scoop made of the entire trunk in his hand, he could only sigh: It seems that he is still suitable for doing some violent work!

But the broken blade was not wasted, and he picked it up again, which can be used as a rag.

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