Wang Zhice said: "Curiosity is the most beautiful nature we are born with, and it is worth taking risks and even giving all of it."

Chen Changsheng said: "How should I go?"

Wang Zhice took him in front of the mural.

There are many scenery painted on the wall.

A building with a spire naturally has a sacred meaning in its lines.

There are pastures and white clouds, scattered cottages, lively markets, and the Colosseum that seems sunny but is actually gloomy.

From the perspective of architectural style, these are very similar to the old city of Snow.

There are many intelligent lives on the murals that are different from those of the human race.

Some craftsmen-like lives are like low-level demons, but they are shorter, while others are very beautiful, very much like Xiuling people living in Daxizhou.

Chen Changsheng was getting more and more immersed in his eyes, and he didn't wake up until he heard the bell.

Looking around, there is a green pasture with white clouds floating in the blue sky. Bells came from the church in front of you, and shouts came from a building in all directions.

That language is very close to the demon language, and Chen Changsheng can understand it, it should be the meaning of class.

It turned out that he had arrived at the Holy Light Continent.

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Chapter completed!