Do you think the kid is trying to get some treasure out of this broken book? Not really.

She just wanted to wash up the dirty, smelly book.

It's best to wash it, and you can splash it out with the basin of water......

She soaked the book in the basin, soaked it repeatedly, pinched the corner of the page and took it out, thinking that the book would be soft anyway, but it didn't!

It's still the same hand-sewn book that seems to fall apart at any moment.

It looked like it was about to fall apart, but the pages didn't move, and there wasn't even a trace of blistered water stains!

What's going on?

The child squatted on the edge of the basin, using two fingers to flick the broken book lying in the water, dialing it back and forth for a long time, the child was a little out of shape, squinting at the candle flame shaking on the table.

With an idea, he ran to the table with the broken book, lay on the table, and burned a corner of the page with a candle.

I watched the candle flame float up and down through the thin pages, and no matter how much it burned, it couldn't burn.

What the hell is this!

The child was tired of tossing, so he threw the book directly on the table, ran back to the bed and jumped on it, covered his head and fell asleep.

Broken books, rotten iron boxes, I took these two rags on a trip to Tingfeng Pavilion.

Tomorrow the retreat will begin, and the baby will not want to see anyone......

After the child fell asleep on the bed, until late at night, the broken book, which had been thrown on the cold table, suddenly glowed red.

A whole book balloon turned into a cloud of red mist, and suddenly burrowed into the child's bedding.

The child slept soundly, huddled in the futon and curled up with a small body.

The moment the red mist penetrated into her eyebrows, there was a faint tingling.

She opened her eyes suddenly, stared blankly for about half a minute, then lifted her long eyelashes and closed them tiredly.

It wasn't until the next day that the child slept until 10 o'clock in the morning.

When I sat on the bed and looked at the beautiful sunshine outside the window, I was still stunned.

It's weird!

She hadn't slept so late since she had been born again.

I walked around the room and patted the back of my head, feeling as if something was missing in the room.

After washing, the child sat down at the table and poured himself a cup of herbal tea.

The hand holding the teacup suddenly paused, and his eyes fell on the corner of the table, trying to recover the memory of yesterday.

She remembers...... Apparently someone threw the broken book on the table.

Why is the broken book gone? She tilted her little head and looked around under the table, but she didn't see anything.

Frowning, he glanced back and forth, but didn't notice anything unusual.

There was nothing strange left in the room, so it shouldn't have been someone who deliberately ran in and took her broken book......

"Master, master!" said Xiao Shuqiuqiu, who was slightly excited, and the voice sounded in her ears.

"Why did you get out?" glanced at a small tree man tugging at the corner of her skirt.

"Master, are you surprised, are you happy, Qiuqiu can come out for a short time now!" Xiao Shuren shook the hem of Qiao's skirt and said with a smile.

"It's okay to have me by your side!" the quick little machine man jumped off the ground, raised his foot and kicked at the little tree.

Qiuqiu was defenseless for a while, and he was really kicked out by the organiser.

The ball rolled fast, rolled back faster, and suddenly pounced, hanging upside down on the hem of Qiao Mu's clothes, "Master, master, master, who is this strange-looking guy?"