Ding temple and her look at each other, suddenly raise the hand, will palm of the dim sum powder Yang sprinkle out.
In front of them, the crumbs of dim sum have fallen in succession, weaving and shuttling in front of them, just like a boat in turbulent flow, crisscross through.
With the fall, Ling Luoyu and Ding Temple slowly squat down until they fall to the ground.
On the ground, the powder is not normally evenly scattered on the ground, but presents as a few staggered lines.
"What's going on?"
Ling Luoyu frowns and looks suspiciously at Ding temple.
"Our space It should be overlapping. Why don't we feel it? "
Powders present lines because they are manipulated by space.
But the two of them were safe and sound in such a crisscross space.
The pupil of Ding Temple shrinks: "what do you want to say?"
"The setting of this space It's not just a bunch of useless dead things! "
“……”
"It was set up to prevent outsiders like us from entering But the result of the matter is that we are safe and sound, just such a pile of dead things have changed Why? "
Ding temple's eye light crosses her shoulder, looks at her behind, the eye movement.
Ling Luoyu's eyebrows shrunk and looked behind him: "what?"
In the pile of snacks she had just placed on the ground, it also became several straight lines.
All kinds of colors are interlaced and weird.
"They..."
The end of these snacks is the same as that of the snacks crushed in Dingmiao.
"They are all divided by space..."
Ding Temple slowly rose, raised his hand across the air, eyes sharp.
"In this way, all living things entering here will eventually become dust in this space If no one goes out, no one knows the secret! "