Chapter 1303

The clouds are steaming and the clouds are shining.

Fulington was the first time to fly in the sky. The beauty below was magnificent and moving, but he didn't have the mind to watch it. Not just because of the vicious man behind him who doesn't know his purpose; More importantly, his whole body was shaking. He really couldn't bear such a low cold.

He didn't wear much clothes. When he was at home, he had a fireplace to keep warm, but he was taken away. He was still flying high without protection. He just felt that his blood was gradually freezing.

The cold is not the most terrible. The thin air at high altitude keeps pouring into fulington's nasal cavity during high-speed flight.

Let his complexion change from pale to cyanosis.

Just when fulington had begun to have the illusion of low temperature, trembling to take off their clothes and roam completely in the "false warmth", they finally arrived at their destination - fear mountain waterfall.

Flinton was thrown into the snow. While he was still in a trance, a gentle energy poured into his body.

With the invasion of this energy, fulington felt all the discomfort of his body disappear. Even chaotic thinking has become much clearer.

Not only did I not feel cold, my body was like a warm summer.

Fulington looked at Hughes in surprise. Only extraordinary people can do this. Thinking that he had recovered, flinton stood up from the thick snow.

However, in angel's eyes, fulington's appearance has not improved at all, his skin is still pale and purple, obvious frostbite, and becomes more and more serious with time; But his eyes were bright, and he didn't seem to notice anything strange about his body.

It seems that the energy that Hughes previously input into flinton's body is more like paralysis than real effect.

"Come on, where did you bury the box?" Hughes said coldly.

"When I first came, it didn't start to snow. Let me think about it." Flinton looked around. Now the fear mountain waterfall has stopped flowing, and only a few places that have not frozen are still gurgling. Snow covers the mountains, and the snow and dust blown by the mountains are flying. No matter near or far away, it is vast, and it is difficult for ordinary people to distinguish the direction.

However, after all, flinton is a sailor who lives on the sea. He has a natural sense of direction and has a better grasp of space distance than ordinary people.

When he determined a landmark as the starting point, he soon found the direction.

"It should be buried there!" Flinton said, pointing to a distant highland.

When they looked, they found that the highland was actually far away from their location. Although it was still within the scope of fear mountain waterfall, it was actually close to the edge. If they passed further, it was Gelu town.

Fulington was picked up by Hughes again, and in a twinkling of an eye, he reached the highland.

The highland is flat and empty. There is only a lonely tree standing for a long time.

Looking back on this highland, you can see the style of Gelu town at a glance.

"Several times in his words, the man suggested that I should be buried near Gelu Town, but I didn't know what it was. I was worried about whether it would be poison gas, so I didn't dare to bury him in Gelu Town, so I buried him here." Flinton said as he walked to the only big tree covered with snow: "the box is under this tree."

When flinton had finished, he stood aside.

Hughes looked at the tree carefully. In fact, he had felt something under the tree, but it was just a very ordinary box. If there was energy escape, it would have been discovered by the alchemy puppet before, but this box obviously didn't.

Xiuys stood in place without action. He saw a ripple in the air behind him, and a huge magic hand appeared near the tree.

The magic hand went directly into the ground, and a suitcase was carried up after a burst of earth overturning.

As Hughes had perceived before, it was an ordinary suitcase, brown leather, cross checked, copper paint like nail buckle, and a black zipper.

It looks ordinary, but the only strange thing is that I can't feel what's inside the box.

The white bear whispered, "be careful. Fate has given me a hunch that the box is most likely Roland's thing."

Involving Rolando, even if he is not here, there may be traps in it.

After a pause, the white bear said again, "what will be in the box?"

"There are more things in the box of the extraordinary. Even if there is a world, it is possible." It was Hughes who answered.

There is nothing wrong with saying so. If someone refines the witchcraft garden into a suitcase, it may indeed open into a world, but as far as they know, King Guman has no witchcraft garden, and even if there is, it can't be buried here so hastily.

But even if it's not the so-called "world", such a small space doesn't mean it's so small. Maybe there's something unknown and terrible in it?

Hughes held out his hand more carefully, ready to open the box and have a look.

Even if there is really a big terror in it, your Excellency the phantom is here, there should be no problem.

However, just as Hughes was about to open the zipper, angel suddenly said, "wait a minute!"

Hugh Easton stopped. He looked back at Angel suspiciously.

"Do you think the thread under the nail buckle is a little familiar?" Angel pointed to a place on the suitcase, and there was a line under the nail buckle. This line looked like a suture, which was completely integrated with the cross pattern around it.

Hughes and the white bear didn't see anything wrong. Sanders was silent for a moment and said in a hesitant voice, "bearing horn?"

Angel nodded: "it's like a disguised socket."

Bearing angle is a kind of knowledge of magic pattern. Each magic pattern actually has its own meaning, or elements or concepts, which are presented one by one according to the corresponding effect of the magic pattern. The bearing angle is the most common magic pattern, because it means the largest edge of a magic pattern.

In fact, it has no special meaning. If you really want to say it, it is probably similar to "limitation" or "framework".

In other words, the magic pattern is generally limited to the bearing angle range.

But it seems that the restrictions are too strict. In fact, the expressiveness of magic patterns is still very broad and free. Therefore, the concept of bearing angle is more of a medium to undertake other magic patterns.

"Socket?" Hughes also knew what the socket was, but the pattern made by the suture didn't look like a socket. It is also far fetched to say that it is a disguised bearing angle.

However, xiuis is an outsider to the magic pattern, and angel is an alchemist who is proficient in enchanting. Since he says that he is like a supporting horn, xiuis can't refute it.

If it's really a socket, does it mean that there are magic patterns on this box... Or, magic energy array?

Hughes looked carefully, but there was no familiar magic pattern on the suitcase.

In the end, Hughes can only be judged by angel.

The magic hand held the suitcase in front of angel and let Angel observe it.

When viewed from a close distance, you can have a panoramic view of the appearance of the suitcase. This is one-piece. The leather is very flat, and the cross check is printed and dyed with some kind of paint. The only concave convex is the seam under the nail buckle.

But this suture, when carefully observed, is more like an ordinary suture sewn on a nail buckle.

After a while, angel's eyebrows wrinkled, and he didn't find any magic lines, but the pattern sewn by the suture was really like a socket

"Are you wrong?" Seeing that angel had never spoken, the white bear frowned and asked in a low voice.

Angel thought for a long time, but he still didn't feel the existence of the magic pattern. Did he really read it wrong, as white bear said? That suture is just designed in that pattern?

Hughes also began to doubt angel in his eyes at this time.

He didn't doubt angel's ability, but thought in his heart that angel might be too careless. He knew that there might be a mistake in this judgment, and he was ashamed to admit it.

"In fact, it's a good result without magic patterns. Even if there are really any magic patterns, you should be able to cope with them?" The white bear whispered.

"I want to touch the suitcase directly." Angel suddenly said.

Because they were worried that there was a trap in the suitcase, they didn't touch it before, but carried it with their magic hands.

Now Angel proposed to have zero distance contact. In Hughes's view, he was actually embarrassed, and some began to play tricks. The naked eye can almost read it, and there are no concave convex marks on the suitcase, and touch is meaningless.

But the discovery of the suitcase, angel's credit is undoubtedly the greatest, so he put forward this request, xiuis can't stop it, but his face sank a little.

Angel looked back at Sanders. Sanders had no distrust in his eyes, but asked calmly, "do you really think it's a magic pattern?"

"I don't know, but you can't detect the inside of this box, which itself shows what the problem is. I have an idea that needs to be confirmed."

Sanders nodded. "Then do what you want."

Angel stretched out his hand and slowly touched the surface of the suitcase. A cold feeling seeped into his body with his fingertips.

Angel touched the "socket" he had suspected before, then pressed it gently, and his fingers slid slowly down the socket. Close your eyes and quietly feel the touch on your finger abdomen.

As time goes by, the air is still.

Hughes's eyes were impatient, but at this time, the phantom Lord was on his side, and he couldn't say anything.

The white bear took out his walking stick and made a detection and prediction... However, fate seemed to abandon him again, and he didn't get any news.

Just when xiuis couldn't help asking, angel suddenly said, "my judgment is right. It's really a magic pattern."

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