Arrogant Snake King: Snake Concubine, give me a hug

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Xuanyuan Xuantian put the book down, the cover was broken into pieces in his hands, he put it away.

"Wait a minute, you said [-]?" Ling Xiaotu raised her voice and asked, "But isn't that a modern thing?"

"That's right, anyway, books printed in [-] would not be printed in the Middle Ages." Xuanyuan Xuantian said, "The age of this castle is much closer than we imagined."

"But this place looks really,,,, too old." Ling Xiaotu said: "The book looks,,,, at least after hundreds of years of decay in the air, it will become like this !” [

"The time in the Yin Yang Sea may not be consistent with our world." Xuanyuan Xuantian said indifferently, and continued to walk forward. Ling Xiaotu cautiously followed behind, holding hands tightly.

She remembered the shadows in the castle windows, and even though it looked completely dead, it was a world very close to darkness where they were.

Next is a study room. It seems that the owner of the castle is engaged in clerical work. In the corner is a row of bookcases with messy books that seem to be often used.

Ling Xiaotu couldn't help but took a copy and flipped through it, the publication date on the back was printed at AD [-].

Well, this place is indeed not ancient.

Although it looks very similar, Ling Xiaotu thought, seeing some old dolls piled up in the corner, they still look like children.

They may be quite valuable, but no matter how you look at it now, it looks like a messy and dry specimen of weeds, without any attractiveness.

Lying on a chaise longue by the window was a well-preserved mummy, wearing a bonnet trimmed with fine lace, the body covered by a thick blanket, and a bunch of dried flowers in its withered and blackened fingers.

Her hair was all white, and she could only tell from her clothes that she was once a woman.

"It's really romantic for a beautiful woman to die holding flowers." Ling Xiaotu stuck out her tongue and said.

"What she is holding is not fresh flowers, but dried flowers." Xuanyuan Xuantian took a look.

"I know, I mean the way she was when she just died. The flowers were still fresh then, and she wasn't wrinkled. Believe me, what I call 'beauty' is not to describe her now." Ling Xiaotu answer.

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