Traveling through the world of beasts: Lingquan space has some fields

Lang Rui bent down, took out the hide, and sniffed it. "It's a deer hide."

Lang Rui is an experienced orc. He can basically tell the difference between animal skins just by looking at them, touching them and smelling them.

The animal skins and the wrapped items were placed on the ground. Lang Rui gently opened them layer by layer, revealing the animal skin books inside.

The cover was made of animal skin with white scales, and the inner pages were made of white animal skin. Lang Rui could tell at a glance, "White lion skin. I can't tell what kind of beast the skin on the cover is from."

This animal skin book is very large, about half a meter wide and one meter when unfolded.

Qiao Xin squatted down. The first page was filled with children's doodles, and so was the second page. Until the last page, there were still some simple doodles.

Qiao Xin turned back to the first page. She pointed at the stick figure and then at the animals next to it. "Do these animals look like the races that Tiaoxun mentioned? The bird-like one should be from the God Eagle tribe, the fish is from the catfish tribe, the one with horns on its head is probably from the God Deer tribe, and the remaining two with long tails are from the Sky Snake tribe and the Alligator tribe."

Turning to the second page, there is the towering tree with a human face on top and the matchstick man and the five animals at the foot of the tree.

The little stickman holds a sword in his hand, pointing it at the towering tree. The sky snake tribe holds a spear in their hands, and the other four animals without hands wear helmets.

Qiao Xin asked: "What does this mean?" Because the picture was too simple, the expression of the little stickman could not be seen, and there were various forked lines around it, so no one knew what it meant.

Lang Yu’s head popped out from in front of Lang Rui and squeezed on the picture album, “I know, he is fighting a monster, and this tree is a big monster.”

Lang Rui: “…” If this is a monster, with a breath, it can blow the six people in front to the horizon; with a tree branch, it can blow them to the center of the earth.

Qiao Xin pointed at the forked lines in the album and asked, "What is this?"

Lang Yu shook his head, "This is lightning, crackling."

Qiao Xin raised an eyebrow and pointed at the circle of vertical lines around the stickman, "What about this?"

Lang Yu raised his eyes and glanced at Lang Rui, "Brother's ice sword, spin, spin, xiu."

Qiao Xin watched Lang Yu use his mouth to demonstrate how Lang Rui formed icicles around him, and then the icicles flew out and used as weapons to attack the enemy.

Qiao Xin smiled, "Look, this little guy's habits are really similar to yours, except that you don't have the lightning attribute."

Lang Rui turned to the third page, and this page was missing the bird and the long tail.

This corresponds to what Yuxun said, that the Condor and Crocodile tribes became extinct in their ancestral lands because they had difficulty reproducing.

After looking at the previous picture, Qiao Xin has reason to suspect that the condor and crocodile tribes may not have become extinct due to difficulties in reproduction, but may have been killed by the towering trees.

On the fourth page, a huge tree has produced a fruit, and the matchstick man is sitting on the tree holding the fruit and eating it.

Well, Qiao Xin denied the previous idea that the two disappeared tribes were not killed.

After all, such a big tree only produces this one fruit, and it is given to the stickman to eat. If this is not true love, what is it!

On page five, the matchstick man is swimming in a big lake, but a fish is standing on the shore and does not go into the water. There are small hills on the shore, and stone tablets are inserted on the hills.

Lang Yu raised his hand in front of Qiao Xin and said, "I know the answer to this question."

Qiao Xin: "Little Langyu, please answer."

Lang Yu put down his hands: "I have swum here before, and there are many hills with stone tablets on the shore."

Qiao Xin and Lang Rui exchanged a glance, "Little Dragon God."

The stickman is the little dragon god.

Did the little dragon god, who was born ten thousand years ago, draw these graffiti when he was still a cub and bury it under the tree he marked?

The more I thought about it, the more I felt that this was the case. It seemed that he was using this method to tell others how he grew up.

But damn, the first box contained toys for infants and toddlers, the second box contained electronic products that were obviously something that only teenagers could understand, and here, it was just an animal hide book filled with doodles by toddlers.

What the hell is this order? Can you grow up to be a teenager and then go back to being a toddler?

Qiao Xin couldn't wait to go to the next tree.

The next five pages are graffiti of playing in various places. One page shows the island covered by a transparent cover. The stickman is soaking in the pool, and there is a group of animals surrounding the shore. There are still no condors and crocodiles among this group of animals.

The stickman is soaked in water, and a small water tornado is rotating around him.

Hey, could it be that waterspouts understand human nature?

Qiao Xin thought of the intelligent little spirit born from the spiritual spring, and it seemed that there was nothing unacceptable about the water tornado's human nature.

The places where the other four pages appeared were unfamiliar to them, and they couldn’t find them. Qiao Xin put the album away, preparing to take it out to show it to Xixun, the guy who could rejuvenate.

Perhaps the fish in the picture album is Catfish.

Catfish Xun, who was fishing on the moon boat, sneezed loudly. He rubbed his nose and said, "I wonder who is thinking about me."

The old bear lying in the boat crossed his legs, his toes swaying. He was the only one left in the raccoon tribe, and if he was full, the whole family would not be hungry. "Except for Yin Yue and the other two, who would care about an old guy like you?"

An unfathomable smile appeared on the young face of Xixun. If he was not stupid, he would have entered the periphery.

Old Bear: "Do you suspect that one of the three cubs is the reincarnation of the Little Dragon God?"

Tiaoxun nodded. There was nothing he couldn't admit. As soon as the three little guys entered the catfish tribe, he saw three balls of light emitting soft light. That was divinity.

He didn't know why there were three balls of light. No matter what, at first he just wanted to send them into the pool of the Divine Deer Clan to take a dip and give them some good fortune. Later, when he saw the three balls of light, he suddenly felt that perhaps they could get more and go further.

"If it's the reincarnation of the little dragon god, then the cub is too small."

Catfish rolled his eyes at him and said, "If you become an orc, the growth cycle won't be so long."

At the beginning, the little dragon god was just born from the spiritual energy of heaven and earth, without a specific form. After enlightening the orcs, he fell into a deep sleep. Later, he transformed into a beast in the ancestral land, with a snake body, a crocodile head, lizard legs, eagle claws, fish tail, deer antlers, fish scales, whiskers at the corners of his mouth, and a pearl under his forehead.

It was formed entirely based on the forms of one of the five tribes living in the ancestral land. It lived on a towering tree, and over the years, it turned into a human form ten thousand years ago.

The old bear sighed and patted Catfish Xun, "We've waited so long, it doesn't matter if we wait another twenty years. I hope the Beast God Temple won't act too soon."

Catfish shook his head, "We can't wait any longer. The Beast God Temple can't stand it any longer. The people's resentment has been rising to the sky, and it has accumulated to this day and it can't be contained anymore."

The two looked up at the sky at the same time. Unlike the cloudless sky that outsiders saw, the sky in their eyes was dark and red, with mist curling around, covering the sun.