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A long-lost happy smile appeared on Ye Xuan's face, and he gave a soft shout. ()

The three of them all concealed their aura, even if they came here, they were confident that the people here would not be aware of it.

However, after Ye Xuan groaned softly, no one answered.

Ye Xuan's face became colder, and he shot into the cave without saying a word. [

"unmanned……"

The cave is not big, it can only accommodate dozens of people, and Ye Xuan can see the end at a glance.

There are only simple stone tables and chairs here, and nothing else. If there is something that attracts people's attention, it is the strange shapes carved on the stone walls deep in the cave.

The first one, a one-foot-high picture, is engraved with a young man who is full of vigor and youthfulness, but his face is immature.

It took Ye Xuan a long time to figure out the meaning of the slightly unfamiliar painting method.

The second one, slightly smaller in size, is still a teenager, with an angry face and long hair fluttering.

The third picture, no matter how small it is, is still the boy with a sly smile on his face and grinning in the green shirt.

In the fourth picture, the size is reduced by half. The boy holds a halberd in his hand, soaring into the sky.

The fifth picture is half the size again, and the boy has a hideous face, vomiting blood and screaming.

……

On the entire stone wall, there are densely packed, large pictures followed by small pictures, each of which is smaller than the other, and finally only palm-sized figures are left.

However, even the palm-sized graphic depicts a lifelike appearance of a man.

There are hundreds of these pictures, and it can be seen that the drawing method of the person who described it has gone through a long period of copying from unfamiliarity to proficiency, and then to handy.

Venerables Heihe and Yanlian are very strange. These figures are drawn from a boy to a boy, and the meaning expressed in them is so evocative.

Since the boy's facial features were not very clear, neither of them could tell that the person in the picture was actually Ye Xuan in front of him.

The person who carved it was naturally Yun Jingjing!

Ye Xuan moistened his eyes, he had never been moved in all these years.Now, his mind is full of trembling images of that poor little girl being tortured by a severe disease.

In those years, every full moon night, the little girl had to see him, with a delicate little face raised, laughing heartlessly with him.But at night, the little girl endured the torment alone.

The heart-piercing pain caused her to bite her mouth full of blood blisters. She never cried, but shed tears non-stop. [

However, when the young man became deformed due to convulsions caused by a strange disease, she cried heart-rendingly, as if it wasn't him who was tormented by the disease, but her.

After so many years, even Ye Xuan may not be able to recall the scenes of childhood.However, she still remembers it clearly. It can be said that she remembers the situation at that time, every movement and demeanor of him.

The graphics on the stone wall, from a boy to a man, what happened in the middle, these graphics can not fully express, only those who have experienced it personally can deeply understand those unforgettable.

Ye Xuan is deeply impressed, that's because he is the protagonist.

She remembered it because he was the protagonist.

More than ten years, more than 100 months, more than 100 pictures...

Ye Xuan stroked the engraving lightly, he glanced at the corner of the hole, and found a bright dagger.

It's just an ordinary dagger, not a magic weapon, not even the lowest level magic weapon.

It was this short dagger that was held by a young girl herself. She did not use a single trace of true energy and magic power, but relied entirely on her slender wrist to complete the hundreds of drawings one stroke at a time.

Ye Xuan gently picked up the dagger and walked to the other stone wall without any hesitation. The picture in his mind was frozen, the dagger was dancing lightly, and the stones were flying...