His smile slowly disappeared: "Dingmiao, you...you wouldn't say yes..."

That giant sword, those sword marks!

It all shows that there have been high races in this place!

And looking at the meaning of Dingmiao

"Isn't the high race... a legend? The kind that has long since disappeared... why are you still..."

"I always thought that they are just legends, because none of us have seen them, but just now..."

Dingmiao withdrew two steps back and opened his hands.

"I found such a big footprint..."

Looking along his arm, Feng Chenglin was completely ill.

"I went... this..."

He jumped up suddenly and shook his head in disbelief.

"This is so...isn't it a pit?"

He knew that there was a small pit under his feet.

I thought it was just an ordinary pit.

It was under the guidance of Dingmiao that he could see clearly

What kind of pit is this so special?

It is clearly a footprint!

A huge footprint! !

"Such a big footprint?"

Feng Chenglin couldn't even think about it.

The footprints are so big, how tall is its owner? !

"Dingmiao... have you seen the Gaoren tribe with your own eyes?"

"I haven't seen an adult grow up, but I just measured it with my feet. Between the two footprints, it is about fifteen or six steps. In our ratio, it is seven or eight meters high..."

This is only Dingmiao's guess, and it is the most conservative estimate.

"Seven or eight meters high? Then..." Feng Chenglin licked his lips, and suddenly approached thoughtfully, lowering his voice: "You said... There is no place on this tall human race, are they all very tall? Big?"

"Nonsense! People's height is placed there, of course it is tall and big, that head can be several times bigger than mine..."

"Oh"

Feng Chenglin prolonged the ending, and didn't know what he thought of, the expression on his face became quite strange.

"that"

He didn't say anything.

It's just that the brows keep jumping there, looking weird.

The fire in the temple watched: "Then what, you say!"

At this time, there is still something to say, isn't it anxious! ?

As you know, the more anxious he is, the more coy Feng Chenglin is.

"I...nothing, forget it, don't say it!"

With this look, Dingmiao couldn't help but roll his eyes: "I thought you were a person who said nothing, if there is a fart, I didn't expect that there are times when hesitating and hesitating..."

Feng Chenglin stared instantly: "I don't say anything, but I am afraid to say it, you don't know!"

Dingmiao refused: "You didn't say anything, how did you know that I didn't know?"

Feng Chenglin looked anxiously: "Then do you know how the Gaoren tribe gave birth to children?"

Dingmiao: "..."

What is the problem! ?

"...This...this high-human race is the same as us, all human...Since this is a human, although it is a little older, on the whole, it is the same, right?"

Ok!

Yes!

Isn't that how human beings give birth to children?

Well known.

Does this still need special education popularization? !

Unexpectedly, Feng Chenglin squinted his eyes: "I know how they have children. What I asked is... how can a high human race and an ordinary human race have children?"

This car really caught Dingmiao by surprise.

"This...this..."

Feng Chenglin continued to roll his eyes without "this".

"Why, am I not clear enough?"