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They wanted to continue walking with Jimo, and they were rejected by Jimo. Murong was in tears, and Moya was innocent. At this moment, a tornado suddenly appeared.

Roll all the people in.

Jimo is no exception.

After entering the tornado, Jimo will release the illusion.

After a while, the tornado gradually dissipated.

Jimo’s fascinating fascination, Long Lingbao’s scorn, gently holding the two men down.

This is a huge sand city.

See you in midair, this sand city covers a very wide area.

It’s all made up of yellow sand barriers. The walls are towering and I don’t know what the secrets are, so that the scattered sands are condensed together.

There are some tall sand walls standing in the city, and there are shadows in the sand wall.

It should be the one brought in by the tornado first.

After the two men were able to fall behind, Long Lingbao turned into a silver line, and the wrist that entered the Jimo End disappeared.

It was too late to move, and the other people were screaming, and others were rolled up here by tornadoes, then dropped from the sky and fell to the ground, igniting a large piece of yellow sand.

This kind of movement, so that the ink and the illusion of the face will cast a sight, just to see, the yellow sand that was stirred up, did not land on the ground.

Instead, it is like a life in the air, and it is strangely moving toward the nearest side of the sand wall.

Then on the sand wall, a strange, word is not like a word, after painting is not like the image, it stops moving.

What is this ghost?

The two looked at each other, that is, Moya loosened the hand of the sorrowful face, and took her little hand and slowly walked to the front of the sand wall.

The illusion also looked at the unlucky one who had been thrown from the sky and had not had time to react.

At this moment, I was crawling out of the sand, and I was vomiting the yellow sand filled with mouth.

Can't help but grin.

It was pinched by Jimo, and he looked up, and Moya smiled slightly, such as the beginning of spring breeze: "He looks good?"

The illusion of the back is a cool, and immediately shakes the head of the condition, and the rushing rushes to the end of the smile: "Not good! The best looks!"

Jimo was nodded with satisfaction, and went back to study the strange sand painting on the sand wall.

This is a sigh of relief, how can she feel that after this small reunion, this guy is more and more jealous?

Hey, this proves that the girl is getting more and more attractive, and Yashuai is more and more loving me!

The narcissistic narcissistic narcissism, retreat, feel more and more cute, my boyfriend loves to love himself, what should I do? Online, etc., very anxious ~

"This sand painting is weird--" that the sound of Moya sounded, breaking the narcissistic narcissism and looking up.

This side of the sand wall is about ten feet high, and there are strange lines composed of yellow sand. It is like a picture. It was just a careless glimpse. When you see one of the sand paintings, the eyes are condensed. .

This painting seems to have any mystery. If you look at it for a while, the aura in the body seems to be in a hurry.

There was something flashing in my mind, and it was too late to feel. A gust of wind blew, and the sand paintings turned into yellow sand slowly falling on the ground. The sand wall was blank, and the silk comprehension disappeared immediately.

The illusion turned back to the gods, and the amazed look to the end of the ink, the secret language: "What does this sand painting seem to have --"

Jimo seems to have also sensed something, his eyes dignified a few points, and also said: "We will look elsewhere."