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Ahri wrapped his cloak around his nine tails and fiddled with his twin sunstone tokens in his hands, trying not to pay attention to the strong smell. The two stones tumbled and jumped between her fingers, then pressed together in perfect fit. The individual stones are shaped like flames, but the clever carving allows the sharp spikes to bite into each other to form a perfect orb. The golden stones had been with her for as long as she could remember, but she never knew where they came from.

Although Ahri has arrived in a new and unfamiliar environment, the magic lurking around her is whispering, making her feel at ease. She walked past a stall filled with dozens of baskets filled with all sorts of small items. There are smooth and round pebbles, seashells engraved with nautical legends, dice carved from oracle bones, and other novelties. But none of them resemble the style of the token in Ahri's hand.

"Would you like a piece of a jewel as blue as a clear sky?" asked the gray-bearded merchant. "If you want, a little blue bead will only cost the price of a crow feather, or a jubi seed. I don't pick. ”

Ahri smiled at him, shook his head, and walked on, clutching the pair of Sun Stones in his hands. She passed a variety of stalls and vendors, one bed filled with thorny orange vegetables, a child selling a fruit that changes color according to the weather, and at least three vendors shaking incense tin cans, each claiming to have found the most esoteric method of meditation.

"Fortune Telling" A young woman is selling, her eyes are the color of lavender, and her chin is rounded. "Find your true lover and use burdock root to dispel calamity. Or if you want to leave the future to heaven to decide, I can also answer your questions about the past. However, I would advise you to divinate yourself if you are in danger of being poisoned. ”

In front of the stall stood a tall cat-eared Vastaya, about to put a piece of spicy shortbread in his mouth. Hearing this, he was stunned for a moment, and stared at the soothsayer warily.

"The answer is no, you're free this time," she said as she greeted him, then turned to face Ahri. "Oh, looking at your face, there must be a dark and mysterious past. Or at least some wonderful saga too. Is there any pressing question you would like to ask me, miss?"

Through the heavy scent of smoke, Ahri smelled a smell of wet fluff and strong leather from the woman's neck, and she stopped talking. Baidu search literature network, more good free reading.

"Thanks, no need," she replied. "I'll go shopping again."

"I'm afraid I won't find a second pair of Imero stones in this market," the woman said, nodding her head at the Sunstone in Ahri's hand. "The only pair is in your hands."

The back of Ahri's neck shuddered, and he couldn't help but take a few steps closer. She was secretly vigilant in her heart that she could not be carried away by the excitement. "You know this thing, where they come from"

The woman glanced at Ahri.

"I think it's the Emero Stone," she said. "I've never seen it with my own eyes. The amount he did in his life was minimal, and most of them were broken up during the war. A peerless rarity, no doubt about it. ”

Every word she said brought Ahri one step closer.

"I'm Xi Yan, I'm glad to meet." The woman said.

"Do you know where to find this craftsman?" asked Ahri.

Xiyan laughed. "I don't know. But if you're willing to come in and talk about it, I'd like to know everything. ”

Wrapping her cloak around her shoulders, Ahri excitedly followed the soothsayer around the stall and into a caravan with four walls decorated with animal skins.

"Tea," said Hiyan. "It was just made this morning."

She poured two cups of tea, the color of plum wine, and began to sip one herself. Her tea has a bitter oak bark flavor and is wrapped in a heavy honey flavor. Xiyan stretched out a hand to take the Sunstone, but Ahri still held on tightly.

"It seems that they have a special meaning for you," she said with a pouting smile. "Don't worry, I don't want to sell stolen Sunstones. It's detrimental to the reputation of the girl's family."

"Can you tell me where they came from," Ahri asked, carefully handing over the stones.

Hi held the stone up to the light and looked at it.

"It's beautiful." She said. "I didn't expect them to fit together so perfectly. It's like no other. ”

Ahri didn't say a word. Curious, she stopped where she was, staring intently at the woman.

"Legend has it that there was a sculptor named Imero who specialized in collecting fossilized lizard eggs that had been in the dust for thousands of years and carving them into intricate shapes. In those ancient times when lizards lived, the Sea of the Ghetto had not yet turned into a desert. Today, the lizards are all fossilized and dusty. ”

Hi Yan coughed, and Ahri noticed that her breath was mixed with a sour tone, as if she had just drunk strong vinegar.

"Imero stones are small parts that can be embedded in larger statues," she continued.

The woman placed two golden stones in front of Ahri and shook them.

"Just as your past has left you with mysterious clues, these two stones may also have other parts that can be combined to form another shape. No one knows what will turn out of your search for your roots. If you can find the rest of the parts, you might have a surprise. ”

"It's all pretty words." Ahri whispered, eyes still fixed on the woman.

After a moment of silence, Xiyan chuckled. "A hint of authenticity, a hint of self-creation. The solution woven by the diviner must be seamless. ”

The woman pulled out a hunting knife from the cupboard.

"And I've woven just enough answers to keep you interested and stay here," she said. "Wait for the medicinal effects of the tea to numb your muscles."

Ahri let out a low growl between her lips. She was going to tear this woman to shreds. She tried to pounce, but her limbs wouldn't listen. She was imprisoned in place.

"Oh, it doesn't have to be that way, miss. I just want a tail. Many potion recipes are available and invaluable. I guess so. I've never seen Vastaya with a fox's tail. That cup of tea will relieve the pain and will also stop you from moving. ”

Hi Yan wraps a bandage around one of Ahri's tails. Ahri tried to resist, but she couldn't move.

"You're going to wake up tomorrow and feel like nothing happened." The woman said. "Well, you'll have one less tail. But do you really need to use all nine?"

Ahri closed her eyes and began to touch the magical energy field around her body. There was a lot of mature magic that could be harnessed in the environment, but she couldn't absorb it due to the effects of that cup of tea. So she turned to Xi Yan's mind, because it was easier to cast here, and then she took advantage of the situation.

Ahri opened his eyes and met the four eyes of Xiyan. Hija's lavender-colored eyes were now dim violet.

"Hey," she said. "Come closer. I want to see what the person who teased me looks like. ”

"Yes, Miss," replied Siyan stupidly. Her voice was empty and weak, as if it came from a deep well.

She leaned forward, her face just inches away from Ahri. Ahri began to inhale, pumping the woman's vital spirit out of her breath.

Xi Yan was a little girl, hungry and afraid, hiding under the market stalls. The sound of two men arguing came from above. She returned empty-handed, and today's mission was not completed

Ahri continues to absorb Xiyan's life, savoring the memories of the most primitive emotions. These memories felt plump and full in Ahri's mouth, and the taste of each emotion made her linger for a long time.

He gave fortune to a veiled witch doctor and was rewarded with a copper coin. She bought a loaf of bread with copper money and devoured it

In a dilapidated tavern, a group of people are playing cards loudly. A man with eyebrows like a butterfly stakes a golden Imero stone, and Hiyan silently watches everything in the dark

Hiyan's eyes followed Ahri in the market. A fox tail peeks out from under the cloak. She then led the Vastaya into the caravan

That's enough.

Ahri paused, her mind swirling with a newfound amount of energy. Every memory she stole from Xiyan's mind was accompanied by energy infused into her weak muscles, dissolving the toxicity.

Ahri regained her strength, shaking her limbs and stretching her tail in a shudder. Each tail is as numb as if it had been pricked by countless needles.

Xi Yan stood in place, his eyes wide open, confused, but alive and well. Now, it was her turn to wake up early tomorrow morning and feel like nothing had happened but a few inconsequential memories were missing.

After learning about the woman's life, Ahri's anger subsided. She stroked the soothsayer's cheek with her hand, then wrapped her cloak around her shoulders and stepped out of the caravan back to the sun-drenched market.

Xiyan will not remember her, nor will she remember this encounter. But Ahri learned a name from this transaction, Imero, and a man's face with eyebrows like butterfly wings, which was deeply imprinted in her mind. WeChat, talk about life, find a confidant