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"Huh?"

He Qing let out a puzzled syllable, with her speed, she was the most agile and accurate, how could she miss so easily? Could it be that she didn't see it accurately?

The tide came and went suddenly, and the lilac rose and fell in the waves, and soon it was carried farther by the tide again.

Seeing this, He Qing didn't think about it, so he hurriedly took two steps forward, stretched out his hand and gently hooked it in the light blue water.

This time, she did touch the smooth surface of the conch, but she saw the lilac conch, about the size of a palm, dripping and turning in a circle in her palm, and it actually retreated with the waves.

"Hey, I don't believe it!"

He Qing stood up straight, seeing that the conch had retreated into the deep water, she carried her long skirt, and hesitated.

The sky is just right, and the sea water is the same color as the sky. She looked around and saw that there was no one there. After thinking about it, I still stepped into the water.

The warm sea water covers the top of the ankles, gentle and soft.

However, when He Qing took the second step, the entire sea seemed to fluctuate, and under the palms of her feet, it seemed to gather into a stable wave.

The white sole of the foot seemed to be splitting the waves, and the sea water on both sides was automatically separated. Although it is not as grand as Moses' division of the sea, it is enough to surprise people at this moment.

The conch was still swirling under the water with the constant surging of the waves, and it did not recede too far. He Qing picked up the hem of her skirt and stepped down, only to see that under her feet, the sea water was like a ghost, automatically lifting up the steps from under her feet, and slowly winding to the depths of the sea. The sea water that separates each other from a faint transparency with a touch of blue, to a deep blue at the end, a deep blue, with a mysterious and unpredictable nature unique to the sea. At this moment, He Qing seemed to be able to hear his heart, which was beating slightly nervously.

At her feet, every step of the stairs snaked into the distance, each section gradually descending in height. On this deserted beach, He Qing seemed to have stepped into the stairs of the sea, and the lilac conch appeared in front of her.

The conch in front of him was smooth and round, and each spiral was full of wonderful arcs, this extraordinary beauty made He Qing unable to even hold the skirt, and directly ignored the surrounding water waves, squatted down and picked up the conch floating in the water. And beneath her, it was Lan Youyou who couldn't see the depths farther away.

When she walked slowly up from the sea and stood up straight, she saw a woman selling pearls pushing a bicycle in front of her.

The woman was wrapped in a headscarf, her whole body was tightly wrapped, her eyes stared at He Qing in a daze, her eyes widened! Her dark face was full of surprise, as if she was about to scream in the next moment.

"Ahh

He Qing sighed in annoyance, and then slowly stretched out his right hand.

At this time, the woman's eyes inexplicably followed her fingers closely, looking into the air, with a snap of her fingers, the woman's expression was in a trance, and she immediately laughed: "Do you want to buy pearls?"

Her accent isn't standard, but she's probably proficient. The Muslims, who push their bicycles and cover their entire bodies, love nothing more than to peddle their pearls and shells on the beach. Although the quality is slightly flawed, the price is very close to the people, and it can even be cheaper, depending on everyone's bargaining ability, and they are not afraid of pit the locals.

After all, on this seaside, they have their own way of identifying whether they are locals or not.

That is, those with white skin must be out of town.

Although He Qing is not beautiful enough, she is now protected by spiritual power, and ultraviolet rays can not easily tan her, so she has been here for two days, and her face is still white and tender, so that when this woman sees it, she immediately knows that she is a tourist from other places.

Seeing that she had successfully forgotten what had just happened, He Qing smiled slightly, and slowly walked to the big basket behind the bicycle.

Hanging on the edge of the basket are pearl necklaces of different colors.

The woman had the intention of soliciting business, and when she saw the conch in her hand, she immediately admired it. However, He Qing didn't understand a word of the local dialect, but the spiritual power could vaguely sense it, and people were surprised by her conch appearance.

- No, she was a little proud: this conch has taken a lot of effort.

Seeing that the woman had received the money and walked away slowly, He Qing carefully looked at the things in his hand.

The shape of this conch is not new and unique, it is no different from other conchs, but somehow, it just looks unusual. She put the screw to her ear, and only heard the sound of waves in her ears, mixed with the whistling of the wind, and interpreted the sound of the waves on the seaside very realistically.

――No wonder everyone says that the sound of the sea can be heard in the conch.

She listened carefully for a moment with satisfaction, and was about to put it down, but she heard a faint sigh from the conch: "Come here, come here......"

He Qing's soles moved slightly, and soon calmed down, frowning.

-- What a powerful temptation!

The moment she heard the voice, she could barely control her steps into the sea. With the strength of his spiritual power now, this is basically impossible.

Her face was cloudy, and she reached out and held the conch firmly in her palm, and she was about to crush it with all her might.

But suddenly, I heard a female voice from the mouth of the snail.

"From now on, I will be your master......"

This voice is relatively loud, even if it is not close to his ears, He Qing can hear it.

She couldn't help but be interested, and muttered: "Strange, I've never encountered this kind of situation, could it be that the conch has become a conch?"

Having said that, her spiritual pupils could clearly "see" that the inside of this conch was empty, and there was no breath of life at all.

…… So what is this voice?

She put the conch to her ear without giving up, but after a moment of silence in the conch, a familiar voice suddenly came: "...... Could it be that the conch has become a conch?"

That's exactly what she just said!

At this moment, He Qing's interest was completely aroused.

She looked at the conch carefully, and kept the mouth of the conch to her ear, listening carefully to the sound inside.

However, this time, there was no longer the unfamiliar sigh and female voice from before, but only his own voice, constantly echoing back and forth inside.

“…… Could it be that the conch has become a conch?"

“…… The conch is fine?"

He Qing touched his nose, thought about it, and said again: "The sea is so beautiful." ”

Then she listened to the voice of the conch again, and sure enough, this time, the voice in the conch became the sentence she had just said, "The sea is so beautiful." ”

Yo, you've found a treasure!

He Qing happily tossed the conch in his hand, dare to love or a recording snail? It seems that this conch is also spiritually ...... before it dies It's a shame.

But after a few moments, she felt a little bored again. Back and forth, I just remember this sentence, it's a bit chicken!

Also, what about the seductive call at the beginning?

Song of Thorns says

Today's three more,This is the second one! Tonight I want to continue to sprint to break 10,000 orders.,I'm still 3,000 short of this chapter.,Come on!