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At this time, the talisman had a new change.
Half of the surface, full of flowers, rich fragrance, let everyone feel that they are in the kingdom of goddess. There was no hunger, no cold. Yes, there is only food everywhere and a good life.
At this time, the color of the rune turned to gold again.
Those flowers, slowly withered. Under the flowers, fruit after fruit, slowly filling, and then mature.
Frederick, the jungle goblin, began to get busy. In fact, he was already in shock when the rune made a noise.
The jungle goblin is the family of many gods. They were all very happy with this small but forest loving race. But the jungle goblins have never given up their faith to any God.
At this time, Frederick felt the greatness of the Lord of the four seasons. But Frederick did not think that the greatness of the other side should be the object of his belief.
When the jungle goblin dies, it returns to nature. There will be no danger of falling over a wall after death, just like human beings. So they don't believe for the sake of faith.
When the rune turns to gold, it's the color of harvest, the color of joy.
Clumps of fruit, a hanging fruit, has been hanging all over the branches. Frederick, the jungle goblin, is very happy to run in the half plane, harvesting the fruits one by one, and storing them in a storage area specially set up by the half plane.
There are too many fruits, and some moongrass is also mature. Frederick is a little annoyed. It seems that there is not much storage space. If we harvest it again, there will be no place to store it?
But his worries soon disappeared, because the half plane grew, there was more space, and more storage space.
Lin Chuan chuckles, who would hate to harvest too much? After several unsealing of the mountain and river map, Linchuan has been able to build a space leading to the mountain and river map. Such a large world, used to store a small half of the harvest, that is really more than enough.
I just don't know. If other people know, Lin Chuan will say a half plane close to 500 mu into a small one. What kind of feeling would it be?
I'm afraid someone wants to kill Lin Chuan with a knife and fork.
In the cave, angul and Tuya crisscross several times, but they don't hand to each other. They were originally in a competitive relationship. They fought several times and each other won or lost. Of course, there are more chances of success for Tuya. For the place where they fight is in the glory heights, on the earth.
On a few occasions, Ingres's victory was in the skeletal wasteland. There is the world of skeletons, and the earth is very deep. At this time, Tuya can't get such a distant bonus.
The two men, who had the same potential, turned a blind eye to each other because of an opportunity.
But a long time of search, but no harvest, also let the two people become nervous.
Is it not that I am destined not to get it?
The spirit of the earth and the spirit of shadow tell us that the chance is about to disappear, and there is only a little time left.
But the spirit of the earth and the spirit of shadow can not tell where the chance lies. I can't tell.
Old John raised his head and saw a small piece of land which Linchuan had assigned to them not far away. At this time, the golden ears of wheat are about to bend.
"Everyone, get up and get the harvest. This is our next ration
They used to rely on manual work to take some tasks issued by Lin Chuan and get some money. But these silver coins are also used to buy the fruits of Linchuan and the flesh and blood of Warcraft. In the half plane, there are many Warcraft, especially the windy rabbit. This kind of Warcraft grows fast and reproduces quickly.
In order to maintain the ecosystem in the half plane, Linchuan had to let his family members kill a large number of high wind rabbits.
Those Warcraft that have been included in the hemiplane, whether it is the twin flying swallow or the long sword mantis, have been imperceptibly influenced and become the family members of the master of the half plane. This is also the reason why Lin Chuan could send the long sword Mantis out to decorate the magic array he wanted in that small town.
Of course, the Longdao Mantis will not be arranged. It also needs the knowledge of Lin Chuan and the supervision of angels.
The meat of Warcraft is not cheap. Even if Lin Chuan had a discount, old John and others had little silver left every day. Of course, old John didn't think Lin Chuan was wrong. I and others have no contribution. It's very good to be able to provide work and then provide meat. The meat of these Warcraft animals, these non professionals, could not afford to buy them in the past.
Everyone got up, went back to the place where they lived and took out some farm tools. They also bought some for Lin Chuan.
Here, old John takes the villagers to harvest. But in my mind, I have a lot of thanks to the Lord of the four seasons. This, to a certain extent, deepened their belief.
What Lin Chuan can see is the line of belief on the head of old John and others, and the gray is much less. More pure, more white!"You are the God of autumn, holding the power to harvest all things!" Old John cut off a bunch of wheat, his mouth is still muttering praise. Originally, he did not have a clear prayer for the God of the four seasons. At this time, old John felt that he understood very clearly. The line of faith on the top of my head is white again.
In place, only Mamie, Elton and Sheryl are left. They didn't hear what old John said, and they wanted to help with the harvest.
But at this time, their soul suddenly shocked. They feel as if their souls have been exposed to something great.
It was a huge tree, from their souls, it was a towering tree. The tree trunk is so huge that I don't know how many people can hold it. Each branch, as if to insert into the sky, is so majestic. Each leaf is like an independent world, vast and incomparable.
The trees are not rooted in the earth, but they seem to be rooted in the void, occupying almost the whole void.
The big tree radiates light, and there seems to be a great figure on it. Compared with the big tree, the man seems very small. But let a person feel, that person is very great, very great! It was a very contradictory feeling, but all three of Sheryl felt that their feelings were right.
The figure of that person also radiates light, not particularly dazzling, on the contrary, the light is very soft. I can't see a shadow, but I can't see it.
"This should be the Lord of the four seasons, the glory of my Lord!"
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At this time, the talisman had a new change.
Half of the surface, full of flowers, rich fragrance, let everyone feel that they are in the kingdom of goddess. There was no hunger, no cold. Yes, there is only food everywhere and a good life.
At this time, the color of the rune turned to gold again.
Those flowers, slowly withered. Under the flowers, fruit after fruit, slowly filling, and then mature.
Frederick, the jungle goblin, began to get busy. In fact, he was already in shock when the rune made a noise.
The jungle goblin is the family of many gods. They were all very happy with this small but forest loving race. But the jungle goblins have never given up their faith to any God.
At this time, Frederick felt the greatness of the Lord of the four seasons. But Frederick did not think that the greatness of the other side should be the object of his belief.
When the jungle goblin dies, it returns to nature. There will be no danger of falling over a wall after death, just like human beings. So they don't believe for the sake of faith.
When the rune turns to gold, it's the color of harvest, the color of joy.
Clumps of fruit, a hanging fruit, has been hanging all over the branches. Frederick, the jungle goblin, is very happy to run in the half plane, harvesting the fruits one by one, and storing them in a storage area specially set up by the half plane.
There are too many fruits, and some moongrass is also mature. Frederick is a little annoyed. It seems that there is not much storage space. If we harvest it again, there will be no place to store it?
But his worries soon disappeared, because the half plane grew, there was more space, and more storage space.
Lin Chuan chuckles, who would hate to harvest too much? After several unsealing of the mountain and river map, Linchuan has been able to build a space leading to the mountain and river map. Such a large world, used to store a small half of the harvest, that is really more than enough.
I just don't know. If other people know, Lin Chuan will say a half plane close to 500 mu into a small one. What kind of feeling would it be?
I'm afraid someone wants to kill Lin Chuan with a knife and fork.
In the cave, angul and Tuya crisscross several times, but they don't hand to each other. They were originally in a competitive relationship. They fought several times and each other won or lost. Of course, there are more chances of success for Tuya. For the place where they fight is in the glory heights, on the earth.
On a few occasions, Ingres's victory was in the skeletal wasteland. There is the world of skeletons, and the earth is very deep. At this time, Tuya can't get such a distant bonus.
The two men, who had the same potential, turned a blind eye to each other because of an opportunity.
But a long time of search, but no harvest, also let the two people become nervous.
Is it not that I am destined not to get it?
The spirit of the earth and the spirit of shadow tell us that the chance is about to disappear, and there is only a little time left.
But the spirit of the earth and the spirit of shadow can not tell where the chance lies. I can't tell.
Old John raised his head and saw a small piece of land which Linchuan had assigned to them not far away. At this time, the golden ears of wheat are about to bend.
"Everyone, get up and get the harvest. This is our next ration
They used to rely on manual work to take some tasks issued by Lin Chuan and get some money. But these silver coins are also used to buy the fruits of Linchuan and the flesh and blood of Warcraft. In the half plane, there are many Warcraft, especially the windy rabbit. This kind of Warcraft grows fast and reproduces quickly.
In order to maintain the ecosystem in the half plane, Linchuan had to let his family members kill a large number of high wind rabbits.
Those Warcraft that have been included in the hemiplane, whether it is the twin flying swallow or the long sword mantis, have been imperceptibly influenced and become the family members of the master of the half plane. This is also the reason why Lin Chuan could send the long sword Mantis out to decorate the magic array he wanted in that small town.
Of course, the Longdao Mantis will not be arranged. It also needs the knowledge of Lin Chuan and the supervision of angels.
The meat of Warcraft is not cheap. Even if Lin Chuan had a discount, old John and others had little silver left every day. Of course, old John didn't think Lin Chuan was wrong. I and others have no contribution. It's very good to be able to provide work and then provide meat. The meat of these Warcraft animals, these non professionals, could not afford to buy them in the past.
Everyone got up, went back to the place where they lived and took out some farm tools. They also bought some for Lin Chuan.
Here, old John takes the villagers to harvest. But in my mind, I have a lot of thanks to the Lord of the four seasons. This, to a certain extent, deepened their belief.
What Lin Chuan can see is the line of belief on the head of old John and others, and the gray is much less. More pure, more white!"You are the God of autumn, holding the power to harvest all things!" Old John cut off a bunch of wheat, his mouth is still muttering praise. Originally, he did not have a clear prayer for the God of the four seasons. At this time, old John felt that he understood very clearly. The line of faith on the top of my head is white again.
In place, only Mamie, Elton and Sheryl are left. They didn't hear what old John said, and they wanted to help with the harvest.
But at this time, their soul suddenly shocked. They feel as if their souls have been exposed to something great.
It was a huge tree, from their souls, it was a towering tree. The tree trunk is so huge that I don't know how many people can hold it. Each branch, as if to insert into the sky, is so majestic. Each leaf is like an independent world, vast and incomparable.
The trees are not rooted in the earth, but they seem to be rooted in the void, occupying almost the whole void.
The big tree radiates light, and there seems to be a great figure on it. Compared with the big tree, the man seems very small. But let a person feel, that person is very great, very great! It was a very contradictory feeling, but all three of Sheryl felt that their feelings were right.
The figure of that person also radiates light, not particularly dazzling, on the contrary, the light is very soft. I can't see a shadow, but I can't see it.
"This should be the Lord of the four seasons, the glory of my Lord!"
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At this time, the talisman had a new change. Half of the surface, full of flowers, rich fragrance, let everyone feel that they are in the kingdom of goddess. There was no hunger, no cold. Yes, there is only food everywhere and a good life. At this time, the color of the rune turned to gold again. Those flowers, slowly withered. Under the flowers, fruit after fruit, slowly filling, and then mature. Frederick, the jungle goblin, began to get busy. In fact, he was already in shock when the rune made a noise. The jungle goblin is the family of many gods. They were all very happy with this small but forest loving race. But the jungle goblins have never given up their faith to any God. At this time, Frederick felt the greatness of the Lord of the four seasons. But Frederick did not think that the greatness of the other side should be the object of his belief. When the jungle goblin dies, it returns to nature. There will be no danger of falling over a wall after death, just like human beings. So they don't believe for the sake of faith. When the rune turns to gold, it's the color of harvest, the color of joy. Clumps of fruit, a hanging fruit, has been hanging all over the branches. Frederick, the jungle goblin, is very happy to run in the half plane, harvesting the fruits one by one, and storing them in a storage area specially set up by the half plane. There are too many fruits, and some moongrass is also mature. Frederick is a little annoyed. It seems that there is not much storage space. If we harvest it again, there will be no place to store it? But his worries soon disappeared, because the half plane grew, there was more space, and more storage space. Lin Chuan chuckles, who would hate to harvest too much? After several unsealing of the mountain and river map, Linchuan has been able to build a space leading to the mountain and river map. Such a large world, used to store a small half of the harvest, that is really more than enough. I just don't know. If other people know, Lin Chuan will say a half plane close to 500 mu into a small one. What kind of feeling would it be? I'm afraid someone wants to kill Lin Chuan with a knife and fork. In the cave, angul and Tuya crisscross several times, but they don't hand to each other. They were originally in a competitive relationship. They fought several times and each other won or lost. Of course, there are more chances of success for Tuya. For the place where they fight is in the glory heights, on the earth. On a few occasions, Ingres's victory was in the skeletal wasteland. There is the world of skeletons, and the earth is very deep. At this time, Tuya can't get such a distant bonus. The two men, who had the same potential, turned a blind eye to each other because of an opportunity. But a long time of search, but no harvest, also let the two people become nervous. Is it not that I am destined not to get it? The spirit of the earth and the spirit of shadow tell us that the chance is about to disappear, and there is only a little time left. But the spirit of the earth and the spirit of shadow can not tell where the chance lies. I can't tell. Old John raised his head and saw a small piece of land which Linchuan had assigned to them not far away. At this time, the golden ears of wheat are about to bend. "Everyone, get up and get the harvest. This is our next ration They used to rely on manual work to take some tasks issued by Lin Chuan and get some money. But these silver coins are also used to buy the fruits of Linchuan and the flesh and blood of Warcraft. In the half plane, there are many Warcraft, especially the windy rabbit. This kind of Warcraft grows fast and reproduces quickly. In order to maintain the ecosystem in the half plane, Linchuan had to let his family members kill a large number of high wind rabbits. Those Warcraft that have been included in the hemiplane, whether it is the twin flying swallow or the long sword mantis, have been imperceptibly influenced and become the family members of the master of the half plane. This is also the reason why Lin Chuan could send the long sword Mantis out to decorate the magic array he wanted in that small town. Of course, the Longdao Mantis will not be arranged. It also needs the knowledge of Lin Chuan and the supervision of angels. The meat of Warcraft is not cheap. Even if Lin Chuan had a discount, old John and others had little silver left every day. Of course, old John didn't think Lin Chuan was wrong. I and others have no contribution. It's very good to be able to provide work and then provide meat. The meat of these Warcraft animals, these non professionals, could not afford to buy them in the past. Everyone got up, went back to the place where they lived and took out some farm tools. They also bought some for Lin Chuan. Here, old John takes the villagers to harvest. But in my mind, I have a lot of thanks to the Lord of the four seasons. This, to a certain extent, deepened their belief. What Lin Chuan can see is the line of belief on the head of old John and others, and the gray is much less. More pure, more white!"You are the God of autumn, holding the power to harvest all things!" Old John cut off a bunch of wheat, his mouth is still muttering praise. Originally, he did not have a clear prayer for the God of the four seasons. At this time, old John felt that he understood very clearly. The line of faith on the top of my head is white again. In place, only Mamie, Elton and Sheryl are left. They didn't hear what old John said, and they wanted to help with the harvest. But at this time, their soul suddenly shocked. They feel as if their souls have been exposed to something great. It was a huge tree, from their souls, it was a towering tree. The tree trunk is so huge that I don't know how many people can hold it. Each branch, as if to insert into the sky, is so majestic. Each leaf is like an independent world, vast and incomparable. The trees are not rooted in the earth, but they seem to be rooted in the void, occupying almost the whole void. The big tree radiates light, and there seems to be a great figure on it. Compared with the big tree, the man seems very small. But let a person feel, that person is very great, very great! It was a very contradictory feeling, but all three of Sheryl felt that their feelings were right. The figure of that person also radiates light, not particularly dazzling, on the contrary, the light is very soft. I can't see a shadow, but I can't see it. "This should be the Lord of the four seasons, the glory of my Lord!" www.novelhall.com , the fastest update of the webnovel!
