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Volume 1 Chapter 80 Inside the Tower

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    Most well-educated people will feel more or less awe when facing ancient ruins carrying a long history.  This instinctive cultural habit also applies to Link, but it does not stop Link from continuing to implement his plan.  ¡°Anyway¡­this is not the history I once had.  Link said this to himself, in order to alleviate the lingering guilt in his heart.  Although there is no expression in Link's memory about the relationship between this tower and the corridors of the Three Divine Pillars Temple, the Age of Gods is here, this tower is here, and Regilock sleeps in this desert  ¡­maybe useful.  The Phantom Tower is undoubtedly very old, and because it is old, it is fragile.  The method of destroying it in the memory may not be feasible, but it at least shows that there is a real possibility that the tower will be destroyed due to some personal behavior factors.  So under the cover of night, Link walked out of the tent.  The sand beneath your feet would sink slightly and be uncomfortable. The desert at night was not even much warmer than the Twin Islands. Such an unflattering environment made the Tower of Phantom no longer as visible to everyone as it was during the day.  Link took a deep breath, looked around, and walked cautiously toward the door of the tower.  "What do you want to do in the middle of the night, Link." Just when Link walked half a step away from the door of the Tower of Phantoms, Zhu Lan's very unwelcome voice came to his mind.  This is really a shame Link raised his head to the sky and covered his face, covering his face that looked very sneaky at the moment, and then turned around helplessly.  "Aren't you curious?" As Link put down the hand covering his face, his eyes were filled with a light of expectation.  "This is an ancient ruin that few people can encounter. It exists like a mirage. Even the knowledge my parents left me has no record of it. What's more, it may have some connection with the legendary elves.  ¡­¡± This seemed to be a very convincing reason. Zhulan looked at the somewhat excited Link in front of her¡ªit was perfectly reasonable to secretly explore the danger behind the teacher¡¯s back and dig up secrets.  "Butis it really okay to be sneaky like this?" There seems to be something wrong?  There must be something wrong!  Zhulan thought with certainty that when they were digging during the day, Link would be eager to put down his pick and avoid others.  But she didn't know how to express this feeling, so she decided - "No matter, count me in!" I don't want it!  !  "Then let's go." Link rushed forward angrily, took Zhulan's hand and dragged her towards the Tower of Phantom.  The moonlight shines through the windows on the tower body into the interior of the tower. The mud-yellow tower is covered with this layer of silver-white moonlight, exuding a trace of magnificent temperament.  Link held Zhu Lan and climbed the half-collapsed yellow mud bricks with ease, and finally reached the second floor of the Phantom Tower that no one dared to set foot on during this inspection.  "This placeis different from what I imagined." Looking at everything on the second floor, Link suddenly couldn't maintain the vision of a detached prophet, and he couldn't analyze various scenes with the professional vision of a scholar for the time being.  ¡°It¡¯s really an amazing place.¡± Zhulan couldn¡¯t help but admire it.  Everyone knows art. Zhulan is the granddaughter of the director of the Xin'ao Museum. Linkwell, he is nothing, but at least as an adult, he can "appreciate" all kinds of art.  If you can¡¯t do it, you still have the ability to ¡°appreciate¡± it.  The scenery on the second floor is completely different from that on the first floor. To put it bluntly, the first floor is almost like the ruins of a poor adobe house that has been abandoned for hundreds of years. But this second floor It is a kind of sculpture that cannot be said to be a relief or an engraving.  Craftsmanship, simple, round and clear lines outline various patterns, as well as concave dots arranged neatly and orderly between patterns, creating an original beauty, and it is certain that it contains a large amount of extremely valuable information.  Zhulan was completely attracted. She couldn't help but approach these patterns, wanting to reach out and touch them lightly.  Then she froze for a moment - a warm grip came from the palm of her hand.  Zhulan didn't realize when her hand was taken away by that guy, and it was taken away for such a long time.  Link also felt that the soft hand in his palm had just moved out of his grasp, so he squeezed it firmly and harder to express the meaning of giving up.  Well, although I don¡¯t really want to conquer you, it¡¯s so cold in the desert at night, it¡¯s so nice to keep each other warm, and with such soft and delicate hands, it¡¯s so comfortable to pinch, how can you let go of it casually!  Link found reasons for himself and tried his best to suppress his desire to go further.? Rubbing this kind of behavior will get you spanked.  "I should have seen these words before." In order to divert Zhulan's attention, Link chose to brag about the most auditory impact, but in a sense, he had really seen such spots.  shape text.  "Really? Are you sure?" Zhulan, who originally wanted to continue struggling, immediately ignored the strange thing on her hand, turned around quickly, and put her face close to Link's head.  "In my parents' investigation records on the classification of Fangyuan Continent, this kind of writing was seen in the mountains and forests west of Shuijing City and south of Yinyu Formation." In a short period of time, Link did not have time to make up a logic that was rigorous enough to fool him.  Zhulan was lying, so he first used the theoretical truth to fool him.  "Your parents?" Zhulan frowned slightly, but the corners of her mouth were slightly curved - Link had rarely taken the initiative to mention his parents.  "Yesmy parents." Link put on a serious look. "My father is an excellent explorer, and my mother is a non-professional elf researcher. They can combine  The reason is that they are very low-key, and they don¡¯t like to share their research results with others except those who are very close to them.¡± Link emphasized the part of ¡°they don¡¯t like to share with others¡± to show Zhulan not to spread the word.  .  Zhulan, on the other hand, focused on the word "very close person", so much so that she turned her face away in embarrassment and unnaturally.  "Thank you for trusting me so much." Zhulan's voice was very soft and thin.  "If I can't even trust you" Link didn't finish his answer.  To be honest, Link quite enjoyed this weird atmosphere, but he instinctively felt that it was easy to get out of it.  "Zhulan, do you still remember the newly built exhibition hall in Shuijing City?" Link asked Zhulan, pointing to a pattern on the wall.  Let¡¯s change the subject.  ¡ª¡ª¡ª¡ª¡ª¡ª PS: The public food supply was replenished last week, and we are working hard on this week¡¯s supply. It will be distributed tonight, but the prophet does not guarantee that it will be distributed before 0 o¡¯clock.
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