She pulled at the mouth of the bag. It was very elastic and seemed to be able to expand infinitely.
The evil dragon spread its arms flat, and the bag was stretched into a long strip without being torn apart.
Generally speaking, the ratio of human arm span to height is close to 1:1, but the dragon is different. Its hands are very short, close to the proportion of a Tyrannosaurus rex, and many things need to be operated by the tail.
Yun Tuan retracted his claws and looked into the bag. It was still pitch black with a golden dot in the center.
"Xiao Xi, tell me, can I get in?"
As she said this, she moved the bag to her head.
[Anchor, calm down! What if you can’t come out? What’s the difference between this and suicide?]
"Gems can come out, if you be bold, dragons can come out too!"
Yun Tuan said, but put the bag back on his arm and did not continue.
The turning point was so sudden that the live broadcast elf couldn’t figure it out, so it could only fall on the rock wall motionless.
The other side.
In the extremely extravagant palace, two well-dressed luthiers sat on each side, plucking the strings with their slender fingers.
If the tune is not in tune, the tune will not be in tune.
The king who was born behind the curtain could still boast with his eyes closed: "As expected of the piano player introduced by the witch, this piece has a harmonious rhythm. It makes people feel relaxed and happy the last time they listen to it. It will definitely have the effect of prolonging life!"
The corners of Jinghe's mouth twitched a few times, and he took a deep breath to suppress the thought of killing the king with his piano.
It's really annoying for an NPC to be so verbose.
Jing Yu occasionally raised his eyes to look at a colored glass window on the roof. The window was cleverly positioned so that when the sun was high at noon, the sunlight could pass through the colored glass and cast a beam of colorful light in the hall.
At this time, the king would put on the most gorgeous clothes, stand in the light, and euphemistically receive the oracle.
NPCs who can use "God" to consolidate their status should have a good mind.
But suddenly he began to seek immortality... He was somewhat similar to a certain Chinese monarch who dominated the world.
A few hours later, when the king finally fell asleep from exhaustion, the Jing family brothers walked out slowly holding the precious harp.
Jing He moved his stiff facial muscles and approached his brother with a twisted expression, "Brother, when do you think we will usurp the throne?"
Jing Yu frowned, "Why are you usurping the throne? You can go to the Forest of Ten Thousand Demons tomorrow."
Jing He shook his head, "But that's a dragon! We have no weapons, how can we kill the dragon with our bare hands?"
Jing Yu: "Why kill it? Just find the golden apple."
Jing He: "But isn't that what it says in fantasy novels - there are fierce beasts responsible for guarding the heaven and earth treasures around them, and you can only get the treasure by killing them."
Jing Yu: "It makes sense, then go and kill him."
……
The white gauze seems to be hanging from the dome, swaying in the breeze when the door is closed. The height of the buildings here is very exaggerated, and people walking among them are as small as dust.
Jing Yu casually dropped the piano on the soft cushion, and there was a "clang" sound inside the piano.
The situation is unclear now, and there is almost no news from the other side of the cloud. She may be in an area where the signal is blocked, or her identity is quite special and she has become a key care target of the park.
Even the team chat will be blocked, she should be quite close to the core of the dungeon.
But this is not good. If the answers to the questions later are biased, the two of them will get a black eye.
"Alas, Xiaoyun Tuan is not here, no one analyzes or picks out the details, so I have to use my intelligence again." Jing He lay on the bamboo bed and sighed repeatedly.
Jing Yu curled his lips, but there was no smile in his eyes, "You don't know enough about yourself. First of all, where did you get your intelligence?"
Jinghe turned over and said, "Brother! Is there anyone like you? This is a live broadcast!"