Reading books is the best way to pass the time.

As for what book to read, it all depends on her preview volume.

"She has lived so long, what kind of book hasn't been read? Read some medical books... It seems that there is nothing wrong with it, right?"

Feng Chenglin shook his head, "No, it's not right. I can't understand the book she read... It's like a kind of non-existent text. I wonder, is it a book from her world? If it were like this , The one who entered the Protoss is really more than Thunder Fury..."

When he said this, he somewhat aroused Ling Luoyu's curiosity.

"Writing that does not exist? Is it the writing of the ancient people?"

After looking around, she quietly escaped to the tent of the real Changyang, threw the book into the chaotic environment, let Wu Wu seize the time to trace a picture, and put the book back in its original place.

As Feng Chenglin said, this is a completely unfamiliar text.

Even Nothingness is the first time I have seen you.

"The text of the books I have collected here is more than one time and space, but this is the first time I have seen such text..."

This is a completely unfamiliar text, bound to come from a world that even the ancestor of Chaos has not set foot in.

"You don't even know, then you can only ask Shadow!"

Maybe it was the text of the world before them.

Feng Chenglin looked at other people's camps: "Why don't you ask them? These people are the disciples of the real Changyang, and they have had a lot of relationships with her. If you don't keep them together, you will know!"

"It's not right, it will startle the snake!"

These people are the last resort.

At present, the shadows are credible by them.

Seeing the sky, she walked towards the black tower.

For her unexpected visit, Shadow was a little surprised: "Did you find out about me?"

"Your matter is still under investigation, but, I found this..."

She handed the traced paper up and stared into his eyes.

"Do you know what this is?"

Shadow frowned, and shook his head thoughtfully: "What is this? Where did you get it?"

"The real Changyang is by his side!"

"Her?" Shadow paused, took a closer look again, and shook his head: "It's really the first time I have seen... The words used by the Protoss now evolved from our world, so no matter how it changes, Invariably, there will always be a shadow of the previous text, but this text...not to mention the shadow, it is not even the most basic stroke order drawing!"

Ling Luoyu looked down: "That is to say, Changyang Real Person is reading a... heavenly book that is completely incomprehensible?"

"Book of heaven?" Shadow's expression changed slightly, as if thinking of something.

However, Ling Luoyu at this time was all on the rubbings, and he hadn't noticed the change in the shadow of the shadow.

"Since such a book can be bound into a book, it shows... that it not only exists, but that existence has become a certain climate and a certain system. Otherwise, it is definitely not enough to be written into a book!"

Without a certain accumulation of words, without a certain cultural background, no kind of words are enough to form a book.

Being able to write a book shows that there is this power behind it!

And since there is such a power, how can there be no sound and no news in history?

and so--

"Perhaps, this is a small race, a small tribe that we don't know about. They form a system of their own, with their own world structure, their own writing, and their own cultural heritage..."