The four of them began to browse with joy, at first they were very careful not to choose the tome, but later, they found that the tome is also divided into many chapters, but they are revised together, many stories, from one world to another, it is very interesting to read, but Ling Xingyue doesn't think so, he quickly flips through it, and generally reads a few, just change a new book, the more he reads, the more serious his face becomes, it is said that these are all literary works, That is to say, the things in it are all unreal, all kinds of things, most of them are things that the author has imagined, and all kinds of scenes, worlds, are completely untrustworthy but I don't know why, the more Ling Xingyue reads, the more serious she becomes, the faster she reads, and now she is about to change a book in a short time, and this kind of reading speed is also shocking to the people who read the book on the side.

Felena is illiterate, she and Zhao Jinlong read the same book, and the two of them talked in a low voice, and it could be seen that Felena was picking the book and Mulong was helping to interpret it. Zhang Yishan was very aggressive, picked up a book and read it, put the frame aside, sat cross-legged on the ground directly, and turned the pages while chopping.

Ling Xingyue had already walked away, continuing to walk towards the inner passage, as if she wanted to know if there was an end to this passage and if there was an end to these books. Seeing that there was no one around, Ling Xingyue suddenly unfolded her speed, one phantom after another, flickering, carefully along the bookcase, thinking of the invisible end, and rushed over.

The three people who were reading the book didn't notice Ling Xingyue's dynamics, after all, what else could there be in a bookstore, the three of them were very relaxed now, and their attention was also on their own books, you know, this is not something that can be touched if you want to, such a bookstore has never been seen. can only grasp this opportunity and take a good look at the book,

The book that Zhang Yishan found was obviously very interesting, the eldest brother sat on the ground, kept flipping through it, and forgot about going to the reading area, anyway, for him, there was not much difference, but there were chairs and tables in one place, and one place was only on the ground, and it was impossible to read books comfortably, for Zhang Yishan, who was born in the army, there was no problem at all.

Felena also found a book she liked, picked two with Zhang Yishan, and had already arrived at the reading area, the two of them had a chair and a table, their heads resting on their heads, listening to the whispered reading of the wooden dragon, and they already had some feelings of a couple.

There are very few people in the literature area, most of them are some very young teenagers, reading books here, obviously they are also some of them are qualified, obviously not fully adult, so Ling Xingyue's movements were not noticed at all, just for a moment, Ling Xingyue was already far away from this area with people, and quickly moved towards the corridor of the library behind.

With Ling Xingyue's speed, if the firepower is fully opened, these ups and downs have already gone far away, and behind him, the people and things in the reading area are completely invisible, but at this speed, the passage in front of him is still endless, and the lighting on the head is very bright, but such a space already makes people feel a little creepy, as the library deepens, the sound is getting less and less, and the silence is already very frightening, Ling Xingyue can already hear his heartbeat, like playing a drum, Each time it shook the surrounding space, resonating with books and corridors, lamps and lights, and even invisible things, and this resonance reflected back and pressed on Ling Xingyue's body, making him feel an indescribable pressure.

But Ling Xingyue didn't care about this pressure, he vaguely felt something that he hadn't thought of, that is, the books here seemed to be constantly generated, and this seemingly meaningless literary book was actually the generation and transformation of a new world, everything in the book was very likely to be true, and this area of this library was just a projection of the outside world, and the so-called illusory here may be real.

What made Ling Xingyue think like this was the basic books he read, all of which were traversals, and then he began a lot of very nonsensical stories, all kinds of kings and hegemons in different worlds, or cultivating immortals and becoming enlightened, or billionaires, or so on, these stories that seemed nonsense to others, these hangings that appeared everywhere, these so-called true immortal demons, hell nightmares. But it made Ling Xingyue, the more he looked at it, the more frightened he became, what if these things were true? ? Ling Xingyue knew that it was not impossible, he was a traverser, what if the other traversers were also true and pure? So what will the world be like"? So Ling Xingyue wanted to see the bottom of this library here. I want to see if there is an end to all this, if there is, then it is certain that these are just some books, some stories told by storytellers, good and bad are all fictional, if this passage of this library has no end, that is to say, this is just a microcosm of the billions of worlds, a projection, then the whole world will be different, at least the rules of space and time, you have to think from another angle, and what you know is completely different.

Ling Xingyue also knew that it was very dangerous for her to act like this now, but she couldn't help but want to verify it, this was always a contradictory mood, and even it was difficult for herself to understand why, she wanted to explore the ultimate of this world, and wanted to see what this world was like behind this layer of the surface. Maybe it's like in a book, "The only function of your own eyes is to blind yourself, and what you see is what someone wants you to see, not the reality of the world." With such a contradictory mood, Ling Xingyue sped up again,

But just as he was speeding up again, this bookstore seemed to feel something? The rules of the corridor space have changed imperceptibly.

Ling Xingyue, who rushed forward again, suddenly found that at the end of the corridor of the library that appeared in front of her, a wall appeared, obviously, this is already the last row of bookcases, Ling Xingyue finally breathed a sigh of relief, it seems that although this corridor is long, there is still an end, that is to say, this world is true, these books are just some fictional stories, but I don't know who can write so much here, I actually wrote so much, Ling Xingyue shook her head, and laughed at herself for her own suspicion, Eyes swept casually, and saw a yellow cover color book, which read "Return to the Ming Dynasty and Fall in Love with Me" Ling Xingyue smiled, it seems that all kinds of people with big brains are everywhere, and there is actually such a title.