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Volume 2: The Crocodile King Shows His Power¡ªThe Jungle Chapter 46: Clues

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    When it was getting late, Yang Qian entered the mountain.  Then he looked at the surrounding mountains, constantly looking for scenery that might be familiar. Finally, before it got completely dark, he came to a mural.  The mural was destroyed.  ¡°But looking at the claw marks on it, Yang Qian didn¡¯t feel the slightest bit of anger, but instead felt a touch of surprise.  Soon, the surprise turned into ecstasy.  This mural was just something he carved casually, or left out of habit when he saw a suitable stone wall. It simply recorded the scenes of several dinosaurs he saw foraging for food.  But next to the mural, something strange appeared, a vertical line with thorns, and a strange pattern painted next to it.  Comparing the mural with his own, Yang Gan understood that it should be a tree, and the one next to it was a therizinosaurus lying on the tree gnawing branches and leaves.  It¡¯s a pity that the artist¡¯s level is too elementary.  Even if I tried my best to understand it, I still couldn't imagine that the pattern on the painting was a therizinosaurus. It was clearly just a few messy lines that were simply put together.  And there are several deep carvings on this simple abstract mural.  Comparing the destructive claw marks on his murals, Yang Gan imagined the original scene without any effort.  The queen returned to the mountain here and saw her own mural.  Then it wanted to imitate it, and it did so.  But after finishing it, although it couldn't tell what a painting was, or what art was, it could at least see that what it imitated with great care was really unsightly.  The queen became furious and furious, leaving claw marks on the nondescript abstract works she painted. This still did not satisfy her hatred, so she scratched and pulled the murals painted by Yang Gan several times.  The reason for this analysis is that, obviously, the scratches on the "abstract work" are very shallow. It seems that it is very careful and attentive, but the level is really limited and tight, and the result is naturally inferior.  The scratches on this abstract work are the deepest, presumably from the venting of anger and embarrassment.  Then my own murals were a little lighter than this venting scratch.  Obviously, this is pure destruction, which is equivalent to the mentality of a child competing in painting: It doesn't matter if my painting is not as good as yours, but I will cause damage, and you won't be able to feel better.  This mentality can be referred to the quarrels among children in kindergarten. If a child who has just been praised by a kindergarten aunt is maliciously sprinkled with sand, or his clothes are deliberately stained by someone, it is probably those little guys who are jealous.  So when night fell, Yang Gan lay down in the cold river water, filled with hope.  He hoped that all his speculations were correct, and that it was the queen who had done this, as he had inferred.  There may be other possibilities, or it may be another special dinosaur that did it, but this possibility is really unlikely.  If it was really not the Queen who did it, he might be a little disappointed, but he would also be happy.  At least, it also shows that there is another, particularly intelligent creature nearby.  No matter what kind of creature it is, it at least shows that there is the possibility of communication between them.  Probably because he was too excited, Yang Qian did not start practicing until late that night, but kept thinking about it.  Although he thought that there might be a Deinosuchus or a dinosaur in the future, and it would be silly to draw things on the ground and communicate face to face, he was still happy.  In the middle of the night, I finally calmed down and practiced with peace of mind, but I felt that the effect was not as good as before.  The little crocodile in the dim Milky Way is still shaking its head and swaying its tail. Its scales seem to have been almost formed, but they are always just a little bit short of a truly clear effect.  But this little displeasure in his cultivation at this time could not stop him from wagging his tail early the next morning and walking towards the depths of the mountain with great hope.  The sky is just bright and the mist in the mountains and forests is like a veil, covering everything as if in a dream.  The rushing sound of the river startled countless creatures that had not yet risen in the morning.  The huge black shadow in the river seemed to have no consciousness at all. It had no idea that it had disturbed the dreams of many living beings and the good deeds of those living beings who were preparing to do shameless and impetuous things in the early morning.  A small river was also transformed by Yang Gan. As it went up the river, the sky was getting brighter. The dinosaurs by the river were frightened by the monsters that suddenly emerged from the river and fled.  Soon, the river turned a corner, and a slightly larger river appeared in front of Yang Gan.  Although it is slightly bigger, when the huge body of Deinosuchus swims into it, it still doesn't feel that big.  ? ?But Yang Qian was in a much happier mood, because he remembered clearly that if he followed the river further upstream, he would turn a corner not far away and there would be another mural of his.  The two murals were not far apart. Yang Gan felt that if the queen continued to paint, the one not far away would be the most likely one.  Although it is not easy to get to the place where you meet the Queen, it is always right to take more turns and take a look whenever possible.  As for other murals, their distribution locations are irregular.  Especially when walking on land in the mountains, murals are everywhere.  Even if he remembered the location clearly, it would probably take a lot of time to find them one by one.  Another benefit of cultivating spiritual power is that he has a strong memory. Although he just left the murals randomly, he can still easily recall them if he wants to find them.  Facts also proved that he had no problem with his memory. After walking along the river for less than half a day, he saw a raised cliff. When he turned a corner, he could see the mural.  As soon as he turned the corner and saw the mural for the first time, Yang Gan became furious. He flicked his tail and his body flew into the air and landed directly on the river bank.  As soon as it fell, he straightened up, pulled out the bone spear tied to his body, then roared and threw the bone spear forward.  "Hoo!" "Hoo!" "Puff!" "Bang!" Two bone spears flew out with the sound of wind. One made the sound of being pierced into the flesh, and the other flew up the stone wall.  "His!" "His" Two screams came at the same time, one miserable and the other frightened!  The owners of the voice are two strange dinosaurs.  They look like velociraptors, but their heads are like caped lizards, with wide scaly membrane folds around their necks.  When Yang Gan saw them, they were fighting face to face, and the scaly membrane folds stood up. It looked like both guys were wearing small umbrellas around their necks, or they were doing it upside down.  What made Yang Qian furious was their fighting style.  These two cloaked dragons don't bite with their teeth or scratch with their claws, but spit at each other.  Of course, this saliva is definitely not ordinary. It is a kind of green mucus. I can¡¯t tell its specific nature, but you can imagine that it is definitely not something good.  If you want to spit, just spray!  It just so happened that the place where the two cloaked dragons fought was on the stone wall, and there was Yang Gan's mural on it.  I don¡¯t know how much saliva they have, but as far as Yang Gan can see, a few pieces of green have been sprayed out from under the mural.  Who knows if the stuff they spray out is acid or something. If your mural is destroyed, wouldn't your trip be in vain?  The cloaked dragon that was not hit by the bone spear fled without a trace in the blink of an eye. The injured one still screamed at first, but soon became silent. It was probably that he was shot in the vital part and bled to death.  "Chirp!" Xiaoqing flew around the dead cloaked dragon, chirping, obviously waiting for the meal.  But this time, it was destined to be disappointed.  Yang Qian didn't care about them. He ran to the mural with a few strides and was stunned. He didn't know what happened to the painting. Anyway, many places were covered with green slime, and it was impossible to see anything at all.  He wanted to reach out and scrape off the mucus, but after thinking again and again, he still didn't do it. Instead, he quickly turned his head and looked around a few times.  A fern with huge leaves by the river caught his eye. He strode over, picked off a leaf from it, then carefully rolled it up and scooped some water into the river.  When the water scoop made of leaves leaves the water, the water will be gone!  Yang Qian suddenly felt like he was vomiting blood. Speaking of the TV series he watched in his previous life, when the male protagonist was injured, wasn¡¯t it the case that the heroine would wake up after sprinkling some water on her face?  Emotions don¡¯t work!  As his mind raced, a medium-sized tree fell into his sight. He ran over with a rumble, and hit the tree with a "Boom!"  "Crack!" The unlucky tree fell down, and then a big foot stepped on it, and the half of the tree stump that was still standing did not escape the bad luck.  Picking up half of a tree stump, I dug into it with my claws. In a blink of an eye, a long wooden ladle was completed. Although it looked very rough, when I put it into the river and scooped it up, it didn't leak at all.  Looking at the broken leaves on the ground, and then at the wooden scoop made from the entire tree trunk in his hand, he could only sigh: It seems that he is still suitable for some violent work!  But the broken leaves were not wasted, and he picked them up again. This can be used as a rag.  (Recommendation votes! Please recommend votes!)
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