At a critical moment, the torn clothes that Cheng Ningxiang had originally worn on her body suddenly fell from her shoulders. At the same time, two booklets of special materials were also falling, one with bronze color, with the four big words "Alien Spiritual Lion" written on the cover.
Another book shining with golden light, the cover has no words, and it has a sound on the ground. I don’t know what material it is. With a "clang" sound, the echo is lingering, which makes Wuming’s passion gradually disappear without a trace!
"It's a bargain, hum!" Finally, Wuming let out a sigh of relief, got off Cheng Ningxiang, and picked up the two books. Thinking of the experiences experienced at the bottom of the Pearl River, on the banks of the Time River, and in the adjacent black demon cave, I missed Butterfly Dance and Lingyan even more.
Cheng Ningxiang gave him a blank look and sighed quietly, feeling a little disappointed and a little thankful. All kinds of tastes came to her heart, making her unable to calm down for a long time.
Wuming thought in a daze, touched the two books and ignored her. He survived several disasters, but he didn't expect that these two strange "school books" that he couldn't understand were still by his side, and things changed, but Die Wu died, and Lingqi probably died, so why isn't it heartbreaking?
Thinking of it, two lines of sad tears finally shed. He didn't want to cry, especially in front of Cheng Ningxiang; but he was too sad and had no way of doing things. When he felt sad, he was completely presented on his face. This is the real him.
Cheng Ningxiang said a little confused: "Why are you... crying?"
Wuming shook his head, turned stubbornly, and wiped away the tears. When he turned around, he had already returned with a cold look.
Cheng Ningxiang looked at him and did not dare to ask why she cried. She turned to him, "What are you holding in your hand?"
"I can't understand the two books." Wuming shook his head and opened the book "Alien Spiritual Void". It was densely covered with tadpole language, which was completely different from the four Chinese characters on the cover. Not to mention understanding, even if you stare at it, you will feel one head and two big.
Cheng Ningxiang took it over and read it. She felt a slutty ball, and didn't know what the text was. Maybe it was because she didn't understand it that she felt messy, so she threw the book back to him and took another one. She found that in addition to the tadpole text, there were also some ghost-like figures. After looking closely, she felt that it turned black in front of her and almost fainted.
Cheng Ningxiang quickly threw the book back to him and said repeatedly: "Evil! This book has evil spirit!"
Wuming sneered, "If you can't understand, don't read it, don't say that evil spirits are good?"
"If you don't believe me, please look at it yourself!" Cheng Ningxiang said angrily, "Especially this golden book, I felt depressed and dizzy after only looking at it for a while. If I didn't throw it away quickly, maybe I could die if I fell to the ground and died!"
Wuming saw that she was solemnly speaking, unlike her falsehood, and couldn't help but believe it. But he still said, "No, I have some flipped it." While saying that, he looked through the strange book with golden light, and he didn't feel uncomfortable.
The golden book is not thick, only a dozen thin pages. Although I can't understand the words, the graphics make Wuming feel it. It seems like a sword-shaped phantom, or it seems not an illusion. It seems that the swords in the graphics are real existences, each with its own posture, each with its charm, and endless charm, which makes people want to continue reading, feeling like they can't stop.
At the same time, the strange warm current in Wuming's body actually induced the strange current. The original conflicting stream could flow with the sword-shaped shadow in the book, which was very comfortable.
Before this, although the two books were hidden on Wuming, he had never opened them carefully. It was because Diewu and Lingqi left, because they were afraid of gambling and thought about others, and they were even more reluctant to touch these two books easily. Another reason was that they could not understand the words and had no intention of opening them to think about them carefully.
Now it is different. Cheng Ningxiang reminded him that he could faint and wanted to confirm it by not believing it. This time he saw it, and he couldn't take back his eyes for a long time.
"Hey, what's wrong with you? Are you being possessed by evil spirits?" Cheng Ningxiang was anxious, shook his body, snatched the golden book, threw it away, and shouted: "Stop reading, you're possessed by evil spirits!"
"You are crazy! Why are you throwing my things?" Wuming was furious and ran over to pick up the book, glaring at Cheng Ningxiang, "This book is my treasure. I feel that there is an indescribable world inside. It is very empty and comfortable, making me full of strength. You don't understand it at all!"
"Hmph, you are really possessed! If you lose it, you will die!" Cheng Ningxiang was so anxious that he cried. In this lonely space that was as dead as he was, he could not be without Wuming. If she was the only one left, he might go crazy immediately.
"I'm not crazy, don't worry about my business!" Wuming gave the order, so decisive, "From now on, let's not leave, just five years of lonely space, let's spend it. I want to study this strange book carefully, it's so comfortable to read!" As he said, an intoxicated expression appeared on his face.
"Crazy, crazy, Wuming, you are crazy!" Cheng Ningxiang's face turned pale and she murmured, "I'm going crazy too! God, why is this happening? Why!"
Unfortunately, Wuming had long been buried in his world - the world belonging to him and that strange book.
Cheng Ningxiang couldn't help but become even more depressed. Apart from the dead silence, all that is left in this space is empty. An empty heart and an empty person are not as good as the fireworks of the world, but they are not hungry. Even the soul seems to be floating, and everything seems so unreal.
From then on, Wuming worked with Qishu all day long, indulged in it, and vaguely discovered a brand new world. He wanted to understand that world, but he wanted to integrate into it, but he could never grasp the method and could never go deeper. However, the more this happened, the more he aroused his desire for victory and desire, and secretly swore that he would understand the floating sword-shaped patterns no matter what. What was going on?
Although the golden strange book is so elusive, Wuming still feels that his body has undergone a strange change. First of all, the strange flow in his body will not run around at any time as before. Occasionally, it can start to run rhythmically with breathing, from limbs to bones, from epidermis to cells, as if it has a tension at any time, a freely controlled tension.
Of course, this is just a "as if possible" stage, and it is not possible to control it as you wish. Just to understand this strange book briefly, it has such an effect. Wuming was even more ecstatic and addicted to it.
But Cheng Ningxiang, once he looked at the book, he would feel dizzy, breathing poorly, and might fall to the ground without waking up at any time. She didn't understand why Wuming could enjoy the process of "reading" so much?
Time passed, and two years passed in a flash. In the lonely space where the sky was dark, Wuming and Cheng Ningxiang could not feel the cycle of day and night. They only knew that time was long, and it seemed that after a long time, they knew nothing about what the outside world looked like.