The days in the desert are extraordinarily long, but no matter how long the days are, there will be a time to end. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 info Slowly, the sun is sinking in the west, the sky is full of red clouds, and it is already evening.

Cheng Ziming and others sat by the watermelon stall for two hours, and they did not discuss the results. Is this world real or illusory? Everyone has their own reasoning, but no one can convince others.

In fact, Cheng Ziming did not agree with the illusion theory proposed by Qi Feiyun. Ever since he entered the small world, he has been paying attention everywhere and observing all the way. He always felt that the clues seemed to be right in front of him, but it seemed to be a few transparent silk threads entangled and floating in the air, and he couldn't catch them, and he couldn't catch them. Moreover, he vaguely remembered that there seemed to be a very important image in his memory that could reveal all the confusion he had encountered. But once I think about it carefully, I feel that this picture seems to be covered with a thick layer of dust, and I can't see it clearly.

Seeing that the sun is about to set, you always have to find a place to spend the night. After some discussion, everyone felt that they could no longer sit down, so it was better to walk around, and maybe they could find a cheap restaurant.

Cheng Ziming proposed to divide into two teams and act separately. But Shi Dada said nothing, refusing to stay half a step away from Cheng Ziming. His reason is very good: every time he separates from Cheng Ziming, the people who leave are particularly unlucky. Maybe it's really according to what Qi Feiyun said, Cheng Ziming is a "lucky star" with atmospheric luck?

In desperation, Cheng Ziming became the captain of this line of eight people. He was not familiar with the city of the oasis, so he simply did what he wanted, and walked in a direction.

Built on the edge of the ruins of the temple, the market is vast and bustling, and even at sunset, it is still overcrowded with bustling and lively scenes. Fruit sellers, vegetable sellers, cake sellers, and all kinds of snacks are shouted one after another. The sunset on the horizon dyed red and the vendors on the ground lit torches one after another, ready for the night market business.

Cheng Ziming led everyone to roam, walking and walking, walking and stopping. After the time of three or five incense sticks, the group happened to come to the front of a barbecue stall, and Cheng Ziming stopped suddenly.

Wen Pearl glanced at the barbecue stall curiously, and said reluctantly: "Brother Cheng, the smoke of this barbecue is too heavy, and the meat is all roasted. If you're hungry, why don't you try another one? There are food stalls everywhere in the market, and you don't have to eat this one. ”

There was not a single guest on the side of this barbecue stall, which shows that Wen Pearl is indeed reasonable. However, when he heard Wen Zhu's words, the old man of the barbecue in the barbecue stall stopped doing it, he raised the sizzling meat skewers in his hand, waved them and shouted: "Where did you come from, which eye saw me grilling the meat skewers?

Wen Sango's eyes stayed in the hands of the barbecue man, the two skewers had been grilled and blackened, and he couldn't tell whether it was beef or mutton. Selling such meat skewers is still so temperamental, I really don't know how this business is going on. Thinking of this, Wen Coral couldn't help frowning slightly and sighed lightly.

Merry was unhappy, and said angrily to the barbecue old man with fire in his eyes: "Old man who sells meat, what are you poor!

When the barbecue old man heard this, he was so angry that his ears smoked, and he directly scooped up a shovel of charcoal from the charcoal fire, and threw it at the merryman.

Merry dodged the coals and immediately retreated, hiding far away. The barbecue old man still scolded himself.

Qian Shoucai took two steps forward and said, "Although this meat is roasted, it is not inedible. As long as someone treats me, I'll eat everything!"

Shi Dada looked at Qi Feiyun cautiously and said, "If it's really an illusion, this old man who sells meat is also fake? But his appearance, temperament, and anger are too realistic." ”

When Qi Feiyun heard this, he showed a thoughtful expression, turned around and asked Cheng Ziming, "Cheng Daoyou, what do you think?"

Cheng Ziming was still immersed in a stunned state, and suddenly came to his senses at this time, he jumped out with a brisk step, picked up the crowd, and marched quickly, his body shook a few times, and he was about to disappear into the sea of people.

Qi Feiyun immediately reacted and said in a low voice, "Hurry up." Then he followed with a brisk step. Wen Coral pulled Wen Pearl, and almost at the same time followed Qi Feiyun. Shi Da and a few people also reacted, and the group formed a sparse team, following Cheng Ziming through the market quickly.

Cheng Ziming's mind was spinning at this time, and there was only one thought in his mind: this time he must find the source of this voice.

It turned out that when the group arrived at the barbecue stall, Cheng Ziming's ears suddenly sounded the singing of the mysterious woman again. The voice was vague, seductive and ethereal, vaguely coming from the direction of the setting sun.

After a stick of incense, Cheng Ziming came to the edge of the market. The song suddenly disappeared, and he stopped blankly like a hound that had lost his sense of smell.

At the edge of the bazaar is a camp for camel caravans to rest and spend the night. A row of wooden stakes stood on the ground, and a lazy camel was tethered to the stakes, and in the distance, a tall, wide golden tent was tied. The sun was still in the sky, and torches were already lit in the camp. The golden tent was also brightly lit, and there was faint sound of music and laughter coming from it.

Cheng Ziming stopped, and Qi Feiyun followed, and he asked anxiously, "What did you find?"

Cheng Ziming sighed, he regretted in his heart that he still couldn't find the source of the mysterious singing voice after all. However, this effort has not been without results. He had a vague feeling that this mysterious song had deliberately lured him here. And the reason for this, when he saw this camel camp, he immediately understood: in the end, all this is related to the wishing gods.

On the outermost stake of the camel, a large wooden sign was hung haphazardly, on which was scrawled in large vermilion letters: Heavy bounties and recruits to find the treasure of the wish-making gods.

After this sentence, a large paragraph of small words was densely written: The treasure of the gods who wished, the most precious treasure in the world worth exploring. Two hundred years ago, the City of Wishing was catacermic, the Temple of Wishing was reduced to ruins, and the whereabouts of the God of Wishes were unknown. And the posthumous treasure of the wishing deity is the only clue left by the wishing deity. Legend has it that if you get the treasure, you will be able to find the hidden place of the wish-making deity.

And the wishing deity, which can fulfill any wish of anyone, is the most precious reward in the world. If you are still hesitating about something, come and join us and set off together to find the treasure of the wishing deity, to pursue the hiding place of the wishing deity, and to fulfill the precious wish buried deep in the heart together. For more details, please come into the tent and talk about it.

Cheng Ziming stared at the wooden sign in a daze, and his heart couldn't calm down for a long time: Can this clue be more obvious? Is the word on this sign used to write such a big one? Is this for fear that I won't see it and miss it?

At this moment, he was finally convinced that in this world, there was a will of the Lord who had been secretly guiding him forward.

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