The history information was on the last few shelves in the reading room, and the further back she went, the fewer people came, and by the time she stood down and found what she wanted to see, there was no one around her. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

She took out the Sombra VIP card from the space ring and swiped it into the sensor slot.

Tick -

With a crisp and pleasant sound, the heartbeat rate of the innocent was faster.

She glanced at the VIP card, and with just a swipe, her crystal energy was suddenly adjusted from the tens of millions level to single digits.

Immortal: "......"

What a night back to before liberation.

The rich have not enjoyed enough of their lives, and they are going back to the miserable life of being poor and dogs.

As long as you can investigate things clearly, no matter how poor you are, you will admit it.

Pressing the thunderous heart, he waited with bated breath, and the hands on his chest were as white as jade, but he trembled slightly unconsciously.

The bookshelves here are also full of the sense of ancient vicissitudes of age, and there is a slight swaying, making a creaking sound, as if it will break at any time.

Before she could see clearly, a soft white light automatically floated in front of her eyes, and the speed of the drift was also unusually slow, which was equivalent to moving in front of her eyes little by little.

When the white light completely stopped in front of her eyes, she calmed down after this period of buffering.

Is this the answer she was looking for?

Wuxian hesitated for a moment, but finally reached out and caught the soft white light.

The white light fluttered lightly, holding it in the palm of your hand, like a soft cloud.

The white light touched her hand, and it didn't last long before it dissipated, leaving in the palm of her hand a sheepskin scroll.

Wuwu's heart beat violently, and he even experienced a feeling of palpitations.

Fearing that the parchment would slip away, she deftly flipped her wrist over, clasped it with her backhand, and then raised her eyes to look around her.

There are several tables next to the bookshelves, which are supposed to be for mercenaries to read and rest here.

At this time, the mercenaries were all leaning on the bookshelves, concentrating on the information, and no one sat here.

Wuxian thought for a moment, grabbed the sheepskin and rolled over, and sat down in a secluded corner.

Before it was opened, a long-sealed ancient aura came to my face.

History, often thick.

Innocent carefully opened the parchment scroll.

Her first impression was that the scroll seemed to have been soaked in water, crumpled, and blank for the most part, and the handwriting was so blurry that she couldn't read a word.

Spread out a huge parchment scroll, the content in front of the stunned is not a word can be read, the middle part only counted out some words, but it is also jumpy, the middle is not coherent, it looks very difficult.

Wuxian basically looks at the past word by word, for fear of missing an important piece of information.

This feeling is like returning to the scene of childhood literacy.

Thankfully, the words on the parchment were the lingua franca of the Quartet, and she could read them. If you encounter a word you don't know again, it will be embarrassing.

With the in-depth and laborious reading, the dense and delicate moth frowned, and a pair of clear black eyes opened wide, like two pieces of clear and flawless black jade.

She vaguely extracted a piece of information, three thousand years ago, there was indeed an unprecedented melee between the upper plane and the lower plane, and many races were actively or passively involved.