When it was getting late, Yang Gan entered the mountains.

Then he looked at the surrounding mountains and kept looking for possible familiar scenery. Finally, before the sky was completely dark, he came to a mural.

The mural was destroyed.

But looking at the claw marks on it, Yang Gan was not angry at all, but instead felt a faint surprise.

Soon, the surprise turned into ecstasy.

This mural was just something he carved out casually, or something he would leave when he saw a suitable stone wall, and simply recorded the scene of several dinosaurs foraging in food he saw.

But next to the mural, something strange appeared, a vertical line with thorns, and a strange pattern was drawn next to it.

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

Unfortunately, the level of this painter is really too basic. Even if you try your best to understand it, you can't imagine that the pattern on the painting is a sickle dragon, which is clearly just a few simple pieces of messy lines.

And there are several deep marks on this simple abstract mural.

Compared with the destructive claw marks on his murals, Yang Gan imagined the original scene without any effort.

The queen returned to the mountains here and saw her own murals. Then she wanted to imitate them next to her, and it did the same. But after doing it, although it couldn't tell what paintings were and what was called art, at least it could be seen that the things she imitated with great care were really unsightly.

The queen, who was angry and angry, was furious and left claw marks on the inappropriate abstract works it painted; this was still unrestrained, so it also scratched the murals portrayed by Yang Gan for a few times.

The reason for this analysis is that, obviously, the scratches of the "abstract work" are very shallow, and they look very careful and attentive, but the level is really limited and tight, so the things they make are naturally poor.

The scratches on this abstract work are the deepest, which is supposed to be anger and venting. Then my own mural is a little lighter than this kind of venting scratch. Obviously, this is pure destruction, which is equivalent to the mentality of children's paintings: it doesn't matter if I painted better than you, but I will destroy it, so you can't think of it.

This psychology can be referred to as kindergarten children having trouble. If a child who has just been praised by a kindergarten aunt has been maliciously spilled sand, or someone deliberately stained her clothes, it is probably done by those jealous little guys.

So when the night was shrouded in the cold river, Yang Gan lay down in the cold river, his heart full of expectation.

He hoped that all his speculations were correct, and that all this was done by the Queen, as he inferred.

There may be other possibilities, or it was done by another special dinosaur, but this possibility is really not great.

If it was really not done by the Queen, he might be a little disappointed, but he would be happy. At least, it also shows that there is another, particularly smart creature nearby.

No matter what creature it is, it at least shows that there is a possibility of communication.

Perhaps because of his excitement, Yang Gan did not start practicing until late at night, but kept thinking about it. Although he felt that there might be a terrifying crocodile and a dinosaur in the future, he was silly talking about painting things on the ground face to face, but he was 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 dim Milky Way still shook his head and tail, and the scales seemed to be almost formed, but they were always a little bit worse and could not achieve a truly clear effect.

But at this moment, this little unhappiness in cultivation could not stop him from waving his tail early the next morning and heading towards the depths of the mountain with hope.

The sky was just bright, and the mist in the mountains and forests was like a veil, covering everything as if it was in a dream. The rustling sound of the river alarmed countless creatures that had not yet risen. The huge black shadows in the river seemed to be unconscious, and did not feel that they had disturbed the dreams of many creatures, or the good things of the creatures who were preparing to do something shameless in the early morning.

A small river was also played with by Yang Gan, and went up the river. The sky gradually became brighter. The dinosaurs by the river were frightened by the monsters that suddenly churned from the river.

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

But it was said to be a little bigger, and when the huge body of the terrifying crocodile swam into it, it still felt that it was not that big.

But Yang Gan was in a much happier mood because he remembered clearly that he followed the river upstream and turned a corner not far away, where he was another mural.

The two murals are not far apart. Yang Gan thinks that if the queen continues to doodle, the one not far away is the most likely. Although it is not very easy to go to the place where she meets the queen, as long as it is possible, it is always correct to turn a more corner to take a look.

As for other murals, the distribution locations are irregular. Especially during the time he walked on the land in the mountains, murals were everywhere. Even if he remembered the location clearly and wanted 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 strong memory. Although he just left murals casually, if he wanted to find them, it would be easy to recall them.

The facts also proved that there was no problem with his memory. In less than half a day, he saw a raised cliff wall. After turning a corner, he could see the mural.

As soon as he turned around and saw the mural, Yang Gan was furious. His tail suddenly flicked, and his body rose into the air and fell directly down the river bank. As soon as he fell, he stood up straight, pulled out the bone spear tied to his body, then roared and threw the bone spear forward.

"Huh!" "Huh!" "Puff!" "Buff!"

Two bone spears flew out with the sound of wind, one of which was pierced, and the other one flew onto the stone wall.

"Hiss!" "Hiss..."

Two screams came at the same time, one miserable and the other terrified!

The owner of the sound was two strange dinosaurs. They looked like velociraptors, but their heads looked like cloaked lizards, and there were wide scaly membrane wrinkles around their necks.

When Yang Gan saw them, they were fighting face to face, and the wrinkles of the scale membrane were standing up, and it looked like two guys were putting a small umbrella around their necks, or they were still hanging upside down.

What made Yang Gan furious was their fighting style.

The two cloaked dragons did not bite with their teeth or with their claws, but were facing the spout.

Of course, this saliva is definitely not ordinary. It is a green mucus. You can't tell what the specific nature is, but you can imagine that it will definitely not be a good thing.

Just spray the snorkel water!

But the place where the two cloaked dragons fought was on the stone wall, which was Yang Gan's mural. I don't know how much saliva they had. Anyway, as Yang Gan's eyes saw, a few green pieces had been sprayed out from the mural.

Who knows if the things they spray are sour. If they destroy their murals, wouldn’t they have gone in such a big circle this time?

The cloaked dragon, which was not shot by the bone spear, ran away without a trace in a blink of an eye. The injured one was still screaming at first, but it soon disappeared. It was probably because he was shot in the vital part and bleeding to death.

"Jiji!"

Xiaoqing flew around the dead cloaked dragon, screaming, obviously waiting for the meal. But this time, it was destined to be disappointed.

Yang Gan didn't care about them, so he rushed to the mural for a few big strides and was stunned. He didn't know how the painting was. Anyway, many places are now covered with green mucus, and there is no way to see anything.

He wanted to reach out and scrape the mucus down. After thinking about it, he still didn't do it. Instead, he quickly turned his head and looked around for a few times.

A fern with huge leaves by the river attracted his gaze. He strode over, picked a leaf from it, then carefully rolled it up, and scooped some water in the river.

When the water scoop made of the leaves leaves the water surface, the water will shine!

Yang Gan suddenly felt like he vomited blood. Speaking of the TV series he watched in his previous life, the male protagonist was injured. Isn’t it all the heroines who woke up after getting some water on her face like this? Feelings don’t work!

My mind turned sharply, and a tree that was not big or small fell into his sight. He ran over with a rumbling sound, and with a "boom!", he hit the tree.

"Click!"

The unfortunate tree fell down, and then stepped on it with a big sole, and the half-stump still standing still did not escape the bad luck.

I picked up half of the stump and dug it in it with my claws. In a blink of an eye, a long wooden scoop was completed. Although it looked very rough, it didn't leak at all when I reached into the river.

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

However, the broken leaves were not wasted, and he picked them up again, which could be used as a rag.
Chapter completed!