Chapter 437 (1/2)

Now, listening to Han Caicai's question, a possibility arises in her mind: ”is the abnormality of sunset wasteland related to fire cloud Yang Yan?”

Han Caicai nodded heavily.

”You mean the fire cloud Yang Yan is hiding in the sunset wasteland? Because of its own characteristics, it makes this wilderness unique? ” Mu Qingge narrowed his eyes and asked.

Han Caicai said: ”I have read many ancient books. Thousands of years ago, the sunset wasteland was not what it looks like today.”

”It's not uncommon that landforms have changed in a thousand years.” Mu Qingge questioned.

Han Caicai looks at her with some surprise in her eyes. He seemed to be surprised at her opinion: ”it seems that the first dandy of Qin state is not dandy at all, but erudite and versatile.”

”Put away your compliments. It's important to get down to business.” Mu Qingge gave him a disdainful glance.

Han Caicai was not angry with her red lip. In the long and narrow Phoenix eyes, with hidden excitement: ”if this kind of change, is one day caused?”

”What Now, it's mu Qingge's turn to be shocked.

”How much do you know about the legend of the sunset wasteland?” Han Caicai smiles confidently, and the smile in his mouth is full of arrogant expression: ”it is said that thousands of years ago, the sunset wasteland was the same as all around, and there were bushes, streams and swamps everywhere. However, on one day, people living nearby saw with their own eyes the light of fire falling from the air and falling here. In an instant, the Bush burned, the brook dried up, the swamp solidified, and the green land became a wasteland. From then on, there was no grass, only the blood red gravel. Because the fire was as bright as the sun, people later called it sunset wasteland

”If the legend is true, the fire that fell in those years was the fire cloud Yang Yan?” Mu Qingge was surprised by the legend of sunset in the wasteland. And, also heard the meaning of Han Caicai's words.

”Good! It must be huoyun Yangyan. Fire cloud Yang Yan, its appearance is like the sun, dazzling incomparably, where you pass, no grass, like fire burning clouds. ” Han Caicai's tone is vaguely excited.