"Grandma, you have to draw a few more paintings. It's so boring in the cave."

"It's almost there, two more." The old man was always more patient than the child. The second mural had already taken shape under her pen. The boy nodded depressedly, pinched his fingers and began to count the time to see when grandma could take him out of this ghost place where nothing was left.

She has practiced these paintings countless times, just to be able to print the picture in her heart today. "This is his first time walking out of the Temple of Time. No one knows how he got the magical scepter, because no one can catch anything in the long river of time."

"Why?"

The boy heard this familiar story and asked the question in his heart for the first time. The old woman looked at the stone door and pointed to the cylindrical platform over there, "Because, he later took away the hourglass of the town."

"Oh?" The boy ran to the cylindrical stage and walked around for a few times, muttering something, but he controlled the sound and did not let his grandmother hear it.

"Ah Yeh! Ah Yeh!"

Wang Xiaofeng rubbed his nose, which unlucky child was scolding him? He held the purple-gold staff and continued to smile foolishly. The artifact is a magical artifact! Even if it can't be used, it will be fun to touch it...

The cost of harvesting two sealed pieces of equipment at one time and sacrificing a turban and a cloth boot purchased from a large amount of money is quite worth it. With the completion of the professional advancement task, the difficulty of this hero was just mixed up by himself.

Sitting on the stone pier and thinking hard, he sat for more than twenty hours, and his brain racked his brains to think for more than twenty hours, and almost crashed on the strike. In the last two chances, he never dared to let go, without any prompts or any help. He was thinking about it all based on his own thinking, and this task almost drove him crazy.

It’s better to withstand the 24-hour monster wave. You have a sleep of hope. The mode of killing monsters must be much simpler than now.

It’s useless to complain, so I calmed down and analyzed the whole journey of this task, and walked here calmly, but in the last step, I was caught by the successful mission.

Fishing over the long river of time, this thing is extremely realm just thinking about. At this time, Wang Xiaofeng wanted to give four big words - I'll take it!

What did Elder Sidon say? It seemed that there was no useful information.

The griffin seemed to say something? But the careful echo was all empty words and had no substantial content. Test, test, except time, who can withstand the test of time?

The difficulty of heroes is indeed well-deserved.

If I had known it, I would have chosen an epic difficulty. With Xiaohua's guidance, the epic difficulty is completely done as simple and difficult. Anyway, the rewards are not too different... It's not right. If I chose the epic difficulty this time, wouldn't it mean that I have gone downhill? Whoever likes to win the hero's short-sighted hat, will Wang Xiaofeng never go to win.

But it turns out that recklessness and bachelority cannot solve all problems; keep thinking, before you are truly schizophrenia, you will definitely find the light that can illuminate the sky.

After two chances, Wang Xiaofeng prepared two sets of plans. One was to start fishing itself. If you want to do a good job, you must first sharpen your tools. All you lack here is bait. What should you use as bait? Originally, he tied the staff in his hand, but because the staff was too heavy and inconvenient, he changed it to a headscarf.

God knows what he thought about in the past twenty hours, and this method is somewhat sick-free. The headscarf floated on the yellow sand and did not sink at all, but it looked like a fish bladder. Wang Xiaofeng sighed, and his imagination was once again denied by actual actions.

He came back with the turban, but unexpectedly pulled out a cloud of holy light. The turban emitted a little starry light. The holy light followed closely, and was finally grabbed by Wang Xiaofeng.

"Hahaha! I finally got it!"

This guy stood beside the long river of time and roared angrily, but the sound was not in the surrounding void. Void? If it was really void, how could he breathe freely?

He smiled foolishly and reluctantly put away the staff, turned around, and walked towards the stone gate when he came barefoot. No matter how good the girl is, it is someone else's, and no matter how good the artifact is, it is not his own, because there are four big words on it - mission items.

The stone door was tightly closed and there was no hourglass inside. How should I get out? This is a question worth pondering.

As the saying goes, the person who tied the bell must be untied. Since the temple was destroyed at this time, it took the staff in its hand and slowly approached the stone gate. The stone gate was decisive and indifferent, and the artifact was not given to the face.

"I'll go, what a scam."

Wang Xiaofeng kicked him in anger, but felt that he had kicked him out, and his feet penetrated the seemingly hard stone door...

I took back my left foot and felt a little depressed. Why didn’t I have a pair of shoes in my backpack for later use? But now I am not the time to think about this. I continued to step forward a few times, walked straight through the blockade of the stone door, and returned to the corridor that was more than a hundred meters long.

When I turned on the magic lamp, the first thing I did was to look at the mural beside me, but I found a second painting appeared.

It seemed like someone secretly drew it on it when he left, but he just looked at the vicissitudes of the brush and ink on it, but it seemed that it had already existed.

The painting was a white-clothed priest, and it was very likely that he left with the purple staff in his hand, summoned a unicorn at the entrance of the cave, and raised the purple-gold staff towards the sky.

Is this a prophecy of time?

Wang Xiaofeng was shocked and kept telling himself that this could not be true. This is magic and not science fiction... His will is entirely dominated by himself, so as long as he does not make this move, he will get rid of the curse of time.

I ran to the hole with some anxiety. It was quite inconvenient to run deep and shallow, so I put the remaining cloth boots in the package.

He stepped on the sand barefoot and felt a little uncomfortable. He summoned his own treasure unicorn and did not do the move of holding a staff to the sky without killing him.

A flash of lightning flashed across the sky, and Wang Xiaofeng's figure disappeared instantly, but a long sigh came from the entrance of the cave.

The yellow sand whirlpool appeared again, and the dark stone statue gradually rose up.

With Wang Xiaofeng's departure, the original silence was restored to its original silence, the unchanging sunlight, the motionless yellow sand, the eternal temple, and the lonely and desolate time seal...

"Grandma, didn't you tell the story you said to leave barefoot?"

When the old woman glared at the boy after hearing this, she could still see her peerless charm a hundred years ago. "These are all details, so what if you beautify it a little? Do you have any objection?"

"Uh, I just ask casually." The boy smiled and sat on the cylindrical stage, walking around his feet. "Do I don't have to go to the history class that the college will be held next semester? Anyway, what the teacher said is not as good as I know. By the way, grandma, what is the Apocalypse you talked about last time?"

"The Apocalypse is not a thing! Don't insult him, because he is a member of the Apocalypse! He is the backbone of being summoned by the goddess to fight against the demons of hell."

The old woman explained with a stern face, and finally sighed: "It was only later that the invasion of the demons was eliminated, and the Apocalypse disappeared overnight. With the Apocalypse's departure, he disappeared forever on the Dawn Continent, leaving only myths and our bloodline."

"This is his second visit to the temple and took away the hourglass of the town." The old woman stopped the brush in her hand and looked at the few meters of murals she had created. "If you can have one percent of his wisdom in the future, your grandfather's spirit in heaven can be in peace."

"Hehe, I'm so smart."

"Smartness and wit are not the same as wisdom. You will understand these in the future. Okay, it's finally done."

The old woman looked at these murals. Although some places made her a little dissatisfied, the ink of time had been used up at this time, but there was nothing left.

The boy jumped off the pillar and ran over, pulled the corner of his grandmother's clothes to see the murals. The man riding the unicorn appeared again, but this time he flew in the air because the unicorn spread its white wings.

"Grandma, why did you paint black clothes in the end? Don't he like to wear white clothes?"
Chapter completed!