Chapter 812 (2/2)

Jimo Ya holds her hand and sees her dependent eyes. Her heart is tender. The little girl's wholehearted trust in herself is fully revealed in this eye.

With a smile, she took her hand and accelerated her steps. While looking for sand paintings, she also observed the situation.

On their way to find sand paintings, some people have come to understand the mystery of sand paintings.

Jimo Ya only glanced, and there was a number in his heart.

The secret message was passed to Huan Qingyan: ”don't be afraid. I just observed it. Those who can understand the mystery of this sand painting are the talented leaders who can enter the secret realm this time. Moreover, whether this sand painting can understand depends on fate. Let's take a slow look. When we encounter our own chance, we can understand it.”

I don't understand.

Ya Shuai means that those who can understand are people with high talent. With his talent and his own talent, as long as he meets a sand painting suitable for him, he doesn't worry about no chance.

Those who are depressed and can't understand are those whose IQ is not up to standard.

Nodding, Huan Qingyan showed a snickering smile, covered her mouth, and then looked at the people around her. There were only two kinds in her eyes: those with high IQ and those with insufficient IQ.

With the bottom in mind, they accelerated their pace and looked for sand paintings that met their opportunities.

Not far away, I saw a familiar figure chasing another figure, ”Mingran evil, stop for my princess!”

It's Le Guo'er.

The figure appeared suddenly, one in front of Le Guo'er, another behind her, and then next to her. He smiled at her with a wink: ”kiss Guo'er, what's the matter with your husband?”

”Bah, what kind of husband are you? When the princess goes back, she will tell her father to divorce you. Ah, bah, bah, bah, it's withdrawal! Resolutely withdraw!” Le Guo'er blushed with anger. He wanted to jump over and bite the devil to death. But this guy would be invisible. He was so unpredictable that he couldn't catch it. He was so angry that he vomited blood.

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