Yan Qiushan usually leads a very rough life. Apart from going to work and training and buying vegetables and cooking, his understanding of the word "leisure" means lying down watching TV or fighting landlords on his mobile phone, and going to bars in the middle of the night is a bit confusing. The light in the bar was dim, like a coiled silk hole, and the deck design was quite "twisty and bizarre". After asking for a long time on WeChat, he still couldn't figure it out. In the end, he found out where Xuan Ji was by relying on a miniature energy sensor. Nervous, but nervous on the one hand, causing the heater to sweat hotly. However, the environment of the bar is much quieter than he imagined. Just playing a little jazz, the guests chat in small groups, and the voices of chatting are not loud. It is a gifted "drunk", otherwise this "drunk" may not be able to afford it.
Maybe because of the night, Yan Qiushan felt that Xuan Ji felt a little more distant for no reason.
His eyes were scattered, as if he had fallen into a very distant time and space, frozen, and the light-colored eyeballs were made of glass by the small lamp on the table, cold and hard. Xuanji's eyes rolled slightly until he was alarmed by the approaching movement of Yan Qiushan, and the brilliance flowed again. He smiled and greeted him, and he was a very kind and cheerful person in the world.
"I'm sorry, Director Xuan, to bother you at such a late hour."
"It's okay." Xuan Ji waved his hand at him, and ordered him a soft drink, "Sit down, I was just looking for a chance to chat with you."
Yan Qiushan sat down in front of him somewhat restrainedly: "You told Director Xiao that you need a spirit to help you run errands and do some chores..."
"Ordinary people worry too much, not to mention birth, old age, sickness and death, and the medical conditions in the past were not good. Sometimes it is not convenient to follow me, so I used to use Qi Ling for things." Xuan Ji said, "You know, I was also Qi Ling at that time. , live longer, and the materials are more advanced, so it is more efficient to communicate with low-level weapon spirits, and you are not afraid of backlash."
Yan Qiushan nodded, Xuan Ji spoke in a more tactful way, but he understood the meaning - the spirit of a weapon is different from a person, according to the political correctness, "everyone is equal", even if everyone is not so equal in real life, but people are different from each other. There is no qualitative difference between them, and everyone is made up of that bit of flesh and blood and organs.
In comparison, the "level" in Qi Ling is much stricter. There is an absolute suppressive relationship between high-level utensils and low-grade mortal utensils. The peerless device soaked out can almost suppress and command all device spirits.
"The weapon spirits I use are all collected, some are defective, and some have been sealed against the master's weapon, and I haven't refined it myself." Xuan Ji paused, "Because of the refining thing, from an ethical point of view, it is not as good as Killing and dismembering corpses is similar. Although everyone likes to have spiritual weapons, no one is willing to do this kind of thing in person except for the people from Gaoshan who everyone despises. Do you understand? Team Yan, I talked too much to Lao Xiao that day. I don’t think you should go this way unless you have to. Zhichun’s baby body is really inconvenient. We can actually try to ask for help from modern technology. I think some robots are already very human-like. Let’s do a simulation The body should not be a problem. I will find a way to strengthen the macaroni inside, and it should be fine for decades."
Yan Qiushan shook his head: "Macaroni is just a piece of wood. It will always break. When I die, I won't know anything. I will leave him alone, without even a body. What should he do? Director Xuan, what are you doing?" I know the kind of…”
The feeling of being isolated from the whole world.
Yan Qiushan is a kind person, and when the words came to his lips, he felt that he had poked Xuan Ji's sadness, so he swallowed it back.
After murmuring for a moment, he said, "I did it voluntarily. I begged you for help. You don't have to feel ethically guilty."
Xuan Ji was silent for a while: "Captain Yan, let me tell you a story."
Yan Qiushan was taken aback.
"It has something to do with the remains of the Nightmare Array we cleaned up today," Xuan Ji said, "You should have heard that that Nightmare Array is the ancient battlefield where I was ambushed by Nightmare Beasts when I returned from Beiyuan with His Majesty when I was young. We were trapped in the The first three days…”
Although Xuan Ji was short-sighted and had limited imagination when he was a child, he was not really a mentally handicapped child. Of course he knew that Sheng Lingyuan's "harem" was an absurd illusion, and felt that he was despised.
Ever since I was a child, I heard something about "the nightmare formation, there is no exit", Dan Li also said that no number of heroes can pass the heart demon pass, and I don't know why his "heart devil pass" has become a bunch of women's costumes Sheng Lingyuan.
What do these ugly ghosts and nightmare beasts think of him
Is this teasing him
"The most powerful nightmare array can not only block the eyes, but also invade the sea of consciousness. I remember Dan Li said that people are trapped in it... what should they do when they are trapped in it?"
Although the sword spirit was not confused by the illusion when he was young, he couldn't sense Sheng Lingyuan anyway. He hated less when the book was in use, and the more he couldn't remember what the teacher had taught him, he tried to call Sheng Lingyuan, but his voice sank into the sea of consciousness, like a handful of fine sand rolling into the abyss, without even a splash, instead It was because of his heart fluctuating that the phantom around him became more and more demonic.
"I beg you, move away!" The sword spirit split open the poor palace in the illusion, intending to kill all directions, but there are still a bunch of "yingyingyanyan" in the palace, facing Sheng Lingyuan's face, he is He couldn't laugh or cry, but he still couldn't let go, and when he cut halfway, he often had to stiffly hold back the sword.
I saw that group of "concubines and concubines", just like the demon concubine in the story, entangled the emperor in the illusion, showing him a mocking and showing off smile, laughing so that the sword spirit was angry, and couldn't help but blush. The red silk fell on his face, making the corners of his eyes twitch, and he secretly thought: "Lingyuan looks good in red... Hey! What a mess!"
In the illusion, the sword spirit cut down trees when he met a tree, pushed the wall when he met a wall, and finally set the hall on fire. He was out of breath, and finally heard Sheng Lingyuan's distant and vague voice from the depths of the sea of consciousness.
Jian Ling quickly followed the sound and responded: "Lingyuan, where are you?"
Sheng Lingyuan's voice was not very clear, intermittent, as if coming through a wall, his voice was a little hoarse, and his tone was not very good: "Hold on to Yuanyi, don't think about it... have you eaten everything I taught you before? "
This impatient and blunt tone is the familiar tone.
Jian Ling retorted: "What nonsense is 'holding on to Yuan Yi'? You might as well let me 'calm my mind and cool down naturally'. I said, Your Majesty, do you have something you can't give up? If you have a way, you can break the formation! I want to chop Chop up that ugly ghost and nightmare beast!"
"You..." Sheng Lingyuan might want to reprimand him a few words, but the occasion was really wrong, so he forced himself to go back, and briefly ordered, "Mentally recite the formula of clearing the heart! Don't move around, wait!"
The sword spirit knew that he was a weight, and even the leader of the nightmare formation didn't take him seriously, so he didn't help at all. He silently recited the Qingxin formula on the spot, and listened carefully to the intermittent movements in the sea of consciousness. After a while, He found that Sheng Lingyuan was using the witchman curse to break the formation. At the same time, he vaguely heard the sound of the Wuren clan's leaf flute from outside the formation, which echoed the spell used by Sheng Lingyuan, and he knew that the reinforcements of the witch clan had arrived.
"By the way," Sword Spirit remembered, "Lingyuan seems to have contacted Aluojin, and that kid came quite quickly."
In the Witchman Curse, there is a branch specifically targeting illusions, which can be said to be the nemesis of nightmare beasts. This time, it seems to be stable. The sword spirit calmed down a little impatiently, so the group of demons dancing around him gradually faded away. The surrounding illusion is cleared. Sword Spirit, who was about to be suffocated by the powder, was finally able to catch his breath, he was slightly relieved, and waited for his companions to break through.
But I don't know if this nightmare formation is particularly difficult to deal with. After waiting for a long time, the sword spirit almost fell asleep, and the formation is still impenetrable. He couldn't help, he was doing nothing under the "buzzing" witch spell, and gradually, a burst of unreasonable distraction emerged.
He thought of Dongchuan in the sound of the witch man's incantation.
Who can not love Dongchuan
Dongchuan is a paradise that blocks all killing and blood. Sheng Lingyuan regards it as his hometown. Of course, Jianling also loves the small wooden house of the Great Sage, and loves the good days of climbing trees and stealing pears. But he didn't know whether it was the influence of the nightmare formation or the headache caused by those endless witches and mantras. He thought of Dongchuan at this time, and at the same time, he missed it affectionately, but at the same time, he felt a little uncomfortable.
The Qingxin Jue brought the young Sword Spirit into the depths of his own consciousness, and he was more sensitive to his emotions than ever before—Jian Spirit suddenly realized what it felt like to feel that little discomfort.
"Yes," he suddenly realized, "it's boring."
Just like this time, everyone seemed to be very busy, but he couldn't get involved, he could only watch from the side, bored, as if he didn't exist.
When fleeing, he and Sheng Lingyuan depended on each other, like two cubs struggling to support their nest in a storm, huddled together, soul and dream were entangled in constant trembling, Lingyuan was only him at that time, from the nightmare Waking up, his name was blurted out.
But what about Dongchuan
Dongchuan is so beautiful. There, Lingyuan's world began to become vast and soothing. Teenagers were exactly the age when boys began to become less talkative. Lingyuan spent most of his time thinking about things that had nothing to do with him.
After the wind and rain passed, his little companion got out of the cold and damp lair and didn't come back all day long. Only he stayed here in astonishment. And the meat did not grow together.
These subtle and small thoughts are usually ignored by him, but this time they are like burrs, taking root in his heart, causing him a dull pain in his heart. And at this moment, as if affected by his heart fluctuations, those disappeared palaces and concubines started singing and dancing around him again, making his temples ache from the noise.
Jian Ling suddenly felt hostility in his heart: "Enough!"
Hearing the sound of "呲啦" like a crack, the eyes of the sword spirit brightened up, a somewhat embarrassed Sheng Lingyuan rushed in, grasped the sword of the demon, and the formation broke, and the sea of consciousness between the two was opened again, but the illusion of the sword spirit did not have time hidden.
"Little..." Sheng Lingyuan's cry stuck in his own throat, as if he was stunned by the "rich" imagination of Sword Spirit.
Xuanji "huh" swept away the remaining environment in the sea of consciousness, and said angrily, "What are you looking at!"
With foreign aid from the Wuren tribe, they finally broke through the nightmare formation and slaughtered the formation master.
But for the next few days, Sheng Lingyuan couldn't help laughing every time he thought of what he saw in the nightmare, and he hoped that this joke would last a lifetime. Xuan Ji kept him cold for a few days, and was bullied to the point of being unbearable, and started a cold war.
He made up his mind to never talk to Sheng Lingyuan again, and let the man talk all he wanted, coaxing him from dawn to dusk... Until bedtime, Sheng Lingyuan held the Heavenly Demon Sword in his arms.
Sheng Lingyuan has been a light sleeper and alert since childhood, sitting and lying in a regular manner, does not turn over and over, and has no habit of sleeping with things in his arms. At night, he usually puts the blade of the sword on the arm of his pillow, instead of tucking it up in the quilt, so as not to have to search for the sword all over the bed when he is attacked in the middle of the night. Since the birth of the Heavenly Demon Sword, he has never been so intimate and crooked. The temperature of the young man's chest leaks out along the thin underwear, wrapping around the sword body. The underwear is as thin as garlic skin, and cannot cover the heartbeat and blood flow at all. Voice…
If the Heavenly Demon Sword had hairs, it must have exploded.
"Still angry." Sheng Lingyuan smiled a little, exhaling thinly close at hand, passing the sword body from time to time, giving people the illusion of being rubbed together, "Isn't it okay if I stop laughing?"
The sword spirit in the Heavenly Demon Sword was buzzing in his mind, and he couldn't hear what he was saying clearly.
Sheng Lingyuan didn't get a response, so he tightened the body of the Heavenly Demon Sword into his arms, gently rubbed his face against it, and said with a hoarse sleepiness: "Stop thinking about it, chick... Brother Lingyuan is not so lucky. You are enough."
The sword spirit obviously didn't share his feelings with him, but suddenly felt the parched mouth that only humans have. For a moment, something was ready to come out, and he blurted out, "But you always want to marry a wife and raise a queen."
Sheng Lingyuan opened his eyes in the darkness, staring at him quietly. There was water in his eyes, and Jian Ling thought of that moist naked back for no reason.
Jian Ling's heart was astringent, but he still tried to be serious and said: "Your marriage is a major event in the family and the country. What does it have to do with luck? It's not the youngest son of the Orion family asking for a wife."
Sheng Lingyuan buried his face in the sword and smiled softly.
"Did you eat the wrong thing? How is this funny? Sheng..." Just when the sword spirit was about to become angry again, suddenly, a strange feeling flowed through the sword body. The sword froze.
It's the lips.
Sheng Lingyuan's lips brushed against the sword of Tianmo.
The sword spirit felt that all his senses were filled with the gentle touch of the lips, and for a moment he seemed to forget how to say it.
Ling Yuan kissed him... No—Jian Ling quickly denied his absurd idea—what was he thinking, that guy must have laughed too unreasonably, accidentally touched him, and got along day and night, it's inevitable...
Just when he was trying to be frank, Sheng Lingyuan suddenly let go of his sword, rolled half a person's width to the side almost stiffly, and cleared his throat uncomfortably, pretending that nothing happened just now, and interpreted what he said in a standard way. It is "to conceal the truth".
Sword Spirit: "..."
The quiet night was silent, the two of them were silent at the same time, the heart-wrenching embarrassment covered the bed.
After a while, it seemed that even the lamp couldn't bear it anymore, the flame jumped a few times in a panic, and the lantern flower "cracked", which shocked the youth's feelings.
"you… "
"you… "
The two of them spoke and shut up at the same time, Xuan Ji could almost hear Sheng Lingyuan's heart beating wildly, the atmosphere finally reached the peak of embarrassment, Sheng Lingyuan laughed at himself first, and said with a little sigh: "Forget it, you don't Understand… "
Xuan Ji interrupted him: "Who says I don't understand?"
Sheng Lingyuan turned his head slightly, his long hair was neatly tied, his brows were already parted, but there was still a childish look on his cheeks, his sword-shaped eyebrows couldn't suppress the emotion in his eyes, showing signs of flickering.
The sword spirit couldn't help but crawled out from the Tianmo sword, leaned over little by little, lay on Sheng Lingyuan's body, stared at the man's eyes quietly, and then slowly lowered his head... He knew that Sheng Lingyuan couldn't see him, but he could I deduced his movements through the vision of empathy, and a tsunami of fear and anticipation surged in my heart.
What if he gets it wrong
Could it be that Lingyuan didn't mean that? He can always mishear Lingyuan's words.
Even if you heard me right... is he serious or joking
Trembling like this, but without hesitation, as if gambling his life, he touched the tip of Sheng Lingyuan's nose and lips tremblingly.
But Sheng Lingyuan didn't hide, and even slightly closed his eyes when his lips fell.
At that moment, Jian Ling heard the trembling of the soul, almost felt that he was alive, detached from this iron shell, he had flesh and blood.
He had never been so thrilling in his life.
Yan Qiushan could hear it, and sat there blankly, not knowing which memory was brought up, he couldn't help asking: "And then?"
Xuan Ji glanced at him: "Then I became a cultivator, working hard like I was preparing for the college entrance examination, every night I dreamed that I would be able to cultivate my real body the next day, and I wanted to touch him with my own hands." .”
Xuan Ji said, put the wine glass aside, Yan Qiushan woke up like a dream, came back, and asked: "Mr. aspect… "
Xuan Ji raised her head and smiled at him, Yan Qiushan was slightly taken aback.
He didn't have much contact with Xuan Ji. Apart from knowing that this director Xuan came from an extraordinary background, he always felt that this person was similar to Wang Ze, outgoing, easy to get along with, knowing what to do, he likes to follow the trend of nothing, and he can take jokes. , should belong to the kind of young people who are the most popular among colleagues. But when he smiled, the strange little moles at the corners of his eyes flew up, and the undulating outline between his brows was blessed by the dim light in the bar, revealing the gloomy past with twists and turns.
It's a little bit intimidating.
"Captain Yan," Xuan Ji said lazily, "Don't you hear something wrong in this passage?"
Yan Qiushan: "What?"
"This section is also an illusion. The empathy between me and His Majesty was forged by the fire of the Great Sacrifice. The Chiyuan is constantly burning, but the illusion of the patriarch of the nightmare beast can invade the sea of consciousness. What kind of skill is that? How can it be so simple and casual?" Let the two of us break apart?" Xuan Ji's fingertips twirled around the rim of the cup, "Besides, do you think I'm a scumbag in my body, like the kind of person who can work hard if he says hard work?"
Yan Qiushan: "..."
It's unbearable to say so honestly.
"But that illusion—the illusion of the nightmare beast, isn't it all things that make people see fear?"
The leader of the battle is dead, and there is only an empty shell left, which can save the world's classic horror movies, scaring all the field workers to cry their parents and mothers, how did it come to this Suzaku patriarch, is it not a sitcom or "The Little Thing of First Love"
Is it the special treatment for the same monster clan
"I didn't mention it—I have never been a top student since I was a child, so I didn't feel anything wrong. In that illusion, I didn't have procrastination, and I didn't have a period of burnout. I studied hard and improved every day, and my cultivation was of course After three years of the college entrance examination, I can already talk to people other than His Majesty. After five years of simulation, I have a sword spirit entity that can run and jump. Ten years later, I killed the Demon King with my own hands. Seal me as a general."
"But the good times don't last long. The war is over, and your majesty is almost thirty. At that time, you know, it's hard to say whether the average life expectancy is thirty. People of the same generation have grandchildren no matter how old they are. Before fighting, he fought in various ethnic groups Playing balance between them, leaving the post vacant can be said to be a strategy. Later, when the world was unified, he no longer had an excuse to procrastinate. There are those who are earnest, and there are those who secretly engage in petty tricks. Your Majesty, although he has a gentle and well-mannered attitude, he is actually quite a jerk, and he doesn't take hard things. Now, how can I stand being forced like this, I must fight."
"Fighting with ministers in the outer court made Danli see it. Danli said that I was a magic sword, deceiving people's minds and wanted to get rid of me, so he broke with Danli. Queen Mother Danli used filial piety to suppress him. Just imprison the Queen Mother. Anyway, in the end, everyone who forced him will be liquidated one by one. The more people he kills, the more extreme and moody he will become."
Yan Qiushan was a little terrified when he heard this. All the people in the Alien Control Bureau who knew Sheng Lingyuan's real identity went back to secretly make up for history lessons, so he heard it right away. The events in this illusion were actually a bit different, but they were highly consistent with the historical facts by accident. The order is almost the same.
Although Xuan Ji was a little naive compared to monsters like Sheng Lingyuan when he was a child, maybe it was because of the tacit understanding connected with care, maybe because of his sensitivity as a sword spirit, he had a strangely accurate intuition.
Yan Qiushan opened his mouth, wanting to ask something, but swallowed it back.
"You want to ask me what role I played in it?" Xuan Ji didn't raise her eyes, "I didn't do anything, just watched from the side. Until he betrayed his relatives..."
His voice became softer and softer: "I am very happy."
Yan Qiushan suddenly felt a chill run up his back.
"Qi Ling has cultivated an entity, but it is not a human after all." The music played in the bar happened to be between two intervals, and the surroundings fell silent, Xuan Ji's voice seemed to be lower than breathing, "Captain Yan, you are a human, you are not I understand that feeling. People have joys, sorrows, sorrows, hopes, and hopes, but spirits don’t. We are many times slower than ordinary people to external stimuli. When we are imprisoned in the body, we are doomed to have something to attach to Mirror, sometimes I feel that the image inside is an incarnation. I can only feel that I exist in Sheng Lingyuan's eyes. I can't help but attach to him and suck his vitality. The more he suffers for me, the more I will The more realistic it is. I feel like I have caught him when he betrays his relatives. This is the pathological nature of Qi Ling, like a cat eating fish and dogs eating meat. Team Yan, you don’t care about your own life, so you want to treat Zhichun like this in the future? "
The most horrifying thing that the innocent sword spirit saw in the nightmare beast's fantasy was not the horror story of claws and claws, nor was it that Sheng Lingyuan abandoned him for others, but his quality as a weapon spirit.
He was spoiled by Sheng Lingyuan since he was a child. Before that, except that it was sometimes inconvenient to eat, drink and have fun, he didn't think Qi Ling was inferior to anyone else until that day.
He realizes that Ling Yuan is the Emperor of Man...
And he himself is just an ominous magic sword.
"But you... neither you nor Zhichun..."
"Zhichun and I never really lived before we became spirits, and neither of us experienced the step of death. According to folklore, once a person turns into a ghost, he will be different from his life, although those ghosts are ordinary people. It’s imaginary, but it makes sense.” Xuan Ji sighed, “Besides, my sword body was destroyed when I was less than twenty years old, and I guarded Chiyuan after that, and it was formatted more than thirty times before and after. They all died before they could go crazy. As for Zhichun, he should have a naturally good personality, but even if he was poisoned by the sea poison in the South China Sea, didn’t you see what happened to him?”
Yan Qiushan wanted to say something more, but Xuan Ji interrupted him: "I just said that I have driven many spirits before, don't you wonder where they all went?"
Yan Qiushan's hand holding the cup tightened, remembering that Zhichun asked him to ask Xuanji what would happen to the spirit of the weapon after his body was damaged, so he knew that this result should not be a peaceful retirement.
"It's all melted by me." Xuan Ji said, "They give me part-time jobs, and they don't need wages or five social insurances and one housing fund. They just work for a while and have a good death."
"why?"
"Because the body of the weapon will be rusted and damaged. Once this happens, the spirit of the weapon will be crippled along with the body, but where it is left depends on fate. Some spirits will be missing an arm and leg, which is considered lucky. Yes, some will be blind, some will be deaf, and some will lose sleep, lose intelligence, and lose all kinds of things you can't imagine. No hospital can treat you, if you can't use the ancient method of destroying the alpine people These weapon spirits can only wait for the body to be completely rotten in the long torture, and finally they have to become a lunatic without any dignity. Captain Yan, you are a metal type, you know how easy a sword is to damage, right? "
Yan Qiushan was speechless.
Xuan Ji asked the waiter to pay the bill: "Today I invite—it's not about you giving up a human ID card, you still..."
"I can." Before he could press the QR code for payment, Yan Qiushan interrupted him.
Xuan Ji frowned slightly.
"I can, Director Xuan," Yan Qiushan said in a low voice, "I thought about it before I came here. If it turns out to be what you said, or if the body is damaged, you can give me a routine treatment and let me 'gloriously retire' All right."
Xuan Ji said that she had spent hundreds of dollars in drinks, and felt that she was talking in vain, and she was a little heartbroken: "Captain Yan, we have no grievances and no enmity, you want me to be a murderer for you twice? All right, my heart Big, leave me alone, what about Zhichun? Zhichun is very similar to me, similar to an "innate" weapon spirit, not too restricted by the body, and has a much longer lifespan than ordinary weapon spirits. When you are gone, what do you want him to do? manage?"
Yan Qiushan said: "I know this is too much to ask, Director Xuan, I just want to ask you to lend me the information on 'Fusheng Refining Tool', and I won't trouble you to do it yourself. As for Zhichun..."
He smiled: "Didn't you just say that you have been 'formatted'? Can I ask you to do me a favor?"
Xuan Ji: "..."
He suddenly thought of Sheng Lingyuan's plan to impose the demon body on him, and then wash his memory, and instantly substituted Zhichun. If he hadn't drank the drink cleanly, he almost wanted to pick it up and splash the opposite person in the face.
"I don't do this kind of thing," Xuan Ji's voice suddenly turned cold, "You should go to Sheng Lingyuan to pay for this matter, that handsome guy, it's been a long time, I said why are you so inactive in collecting money, coveting my beauty What do you want me to do for free?"
The waiter with two lip rings swayed over, not only did not take the money, but also put two glasses of mint and cucumber juice in front of them: "Others have bought it, beauty, let me serve you another glass of smoldering water!" .It's the one over there...huh?"
The waiter glanced in the direction of his finger and found that the table in the corner was empty: "Where is the person?"
He turned to Xuan Ji again with a blank face: "It's obvious that just now... what the hell, isn't it?"
Xuan Ji, who was still with him just a second ago, also disappeared out of thin air under his nose, leaving only an empty chair with traces of someone sitting on it.
The waiter was stunned for a while, then shivered suddenly, did not dare to answer Yan Qiushan who stayed where he was, and politely said "You take it easy", and ran away.
Yan Qiushan was facing two glasses of drinks, and the miniature energy sensor in his hand suddenly shook. He froze for a moment, then turned the glass around with the sensor, and finally found a transparent "scale" sticking to it from the glass wall. Yan Qiushan carefully picked out the small thing that looked like a scale, and it fell on the glass. In the palm of his hand, the texture was like a drop of water, trembling, as if it could still flow, when he touched it lightly, the transparent "scales" spread out, "flowing" in his hand, and almost slipped out.
Yan Qiushan caught it in a hurry. The thing was stuck on the cup, only the size of a fingernail, but when it was unfolded, it was slightly larger than an A3 paper. There was faint silver-like light flashing across it. From another angle, I found that it was actually a map full of words—