Feng Chenglin made a circle, but finally couldn't hold back, and moved closer.

Dingmiao turned to look at him and said nothing.

He also laughed very wisely: "I just help to see, not talking..."

Eyes aim at the heavenly book, grabbed it and turned over two pages: "You said, if the real person of Changyang knows the function of this heavenly book, it is to open the treasure box, but to understand the contents of the above, is it mad?"

Although I don't know how the real person Chang Yang got this heavenly book, judging from her cautious degree, it must be known that this book is the key to opening the treasure box.

"I have to say, Dingmiao, your ancestors of the Miao family, your brains are easy to use, and you can even think of using strokes to make passwords... You said, after who gets a book, you don't want to read it the first time. The content of the book? It is your ancestors of the Miao family who came up with such a detrimental trick as using strokes to make passwords..."

As soon as the voice fell, Dingmiao suddenly looked up.

That look is very wrong.

Feng Chenglin immediately stood up and consciously swiped his mouth, indicating that he had really shut up this time.

I know, Dingmiao frowned: "No, you...what did you just say?"

Feng Chenglin: "..."

Say what?

He seemed to have said a lot just now, right?

"Which sentence do you..."

Dingmiao's fingers flickered in the air, his eyes flickering, and a little confused: "You...you just said, I...our ancestor, it was...I used a stroke to make a password..."

Fengcheng Lin stunned his face: "...Yes..."

No, is there any problem?

He is telling the truth! ?

Otherwise, what are they doing here! ?

"Yeah, I... why didn't I expect it?"

Dingmiao didn't know what he was thinking of, and suddenly laughed, his expression very triumphant.

"It's me, I'm stupid, or our ancestors are resourceful..."

Feng Chenglin: "..."

Dingmiao suddenly turned around and hugged him with open arms.

"Good brother, thank you for reminding me!"

"...Haha, you're welcome..." Feng Chenglin became more confused.

"If it weren't for you, I must be the same as the real Changyang, still struggling in the heavenly book!"

"...Really?" Feng Chenglin couldn't help but lowered his head and glanced at the heavenly book: "Could it be that your password to open the box, isn't it... not the heavenly book?"

"It's a heavenly book!"

"But it's not a heavenly book!"

Dingmiao flexed his hands and patted his hands vigorously.

"Specifically, after the matter is over, I will tell you again, now..."

His expression suddenly became serious, and Feng Chenglin didn't dare to joke anymore, holding the heavenly book, looking nervously at his hand.

I saw Dingmiao draw ten times on the box.

"Crack!"

The machine includes the sound of opening.

Dingmiao's hands suddenly stopped, motionless.

Feng Chenglin's heart jumped to his throat immediately, and he stopped breathing, "How...how?"

Why doesn't it move?

Is there something! ?

its not right! ?

Dingmiao turned his head and looked at him steadily, without speaking.

Feng Chenglin was anxious: "No, you are saying something, success is still..."

"Ka Ka Ka"

The sound of continuous rotation suppressed Feng Chenglin's irritability.

He stared at Dingmiao.

Dingmiao was also watching him.

Feng Chenglin was looking hairy: "Don't, don't look at me with this kind of eyes, my heart is hairy...Why does this thing still have a sound?"