Ling Xiaotu covered his forehead, this kind of thing was indeed convoluted and absurd.
"Who on earth designed this hourglass to do such a boring thing?" she said with a headache.
"I think the ancients were probably just boring." Xuanyuan Xuantian said: "It also mentioned that some hourglasses have no effect at all when turned over, but I think its 'effect' is probably invisible now, or reflected in other spaces and
It’s time.”
"This is like a solidified collection of time and space magic." Ling Xiaotu said, and then she noticed that she was still holding the hourglass. She put it down carefully, and the thrilling scene about playing with time on the wall disappeared.[
Xuanyuan Xuantian raised his eyebrows, and Ling Xiaotu immediately explained:
"I mean, it's a bit like solidifying the magic of time and space into different shapes of hourglasses. We can make an assumption that a long time ago there was a guy who was very good at magic of time, space and rules, and he solidified all of them into magic weapons.
, and this is his magic weapon storage room."
"Then he should bury it deeper." Xuanyuan Xuantian said angrily.
He lowered his head and glanced at the log. The more he looked at it, the more depressing he became. It was like watching a group of kindergarten students gain the power of creation, and then began to conduct experiments on the crowd, causing the school to be blown up by atomic bombs, and turning the uncle next door into a human being.
Into lollipops or something.
That stuff is so boring and stupid...
Therefore, the evil is excessive. Isn't there anyone in this castle who has some brains or self-control?
Seeing Xuanyuan Xuantian continuing to read those difficult words, Ling Xiaotu looked around and found a staircase leading to somewhere else not far away.
She walked over curiously, but Xuanyuan Xuantian didn't see her. He was looking at the thing in his hand intently.
Ling Xiaotu went down a few steps and found himself walking into a side hall on one side. The light here was dim and there was an indescribable atmosphere.
It seems that this place is different from all places outside. Time has been frozen here and turned into something as slow and touchable as jelly.
In the center of the side hall, there are no tables, chairs or decorations...
As if all this is impossible to get close to it,,,,