These words look familiar, but there is something missing from what I use on a daily basis, and it seems to have become simpler.

The main question is, how can this slate give light? This light is far better than the light emitted by the candle flame on the table at this moment, which does not make people feel like they are piercing, and it seems that the bright light shines farther away.

The slate lay quietly in the palm of Sikong Xiao's hand, the light rushed straight up, and under the light, Sikong Xiao couldn't help but squint, just when he wanted to take a closer look at the picture behind the words on the slate, the light suddenly flashed and dimmed, and then disappeared into the room.

The sudden disappearance of the light on the slate made Sikong Xiao stunned again, and threw the slate in his hand directly on the table, and the slate collided with the wooden tabletop, making a 'pop' sound, which didn't sound crisp.

Sikong Xiao sat at the table and squinted after throwing away the slate, staring at the slate lying flat on the table, and waited for a while, seeing that the slate did not light up again, he stabbed the slate with the scabbard in his hand, and there was still no more light coming out.

Confirming that the slate would no longer light up, Sikong Xiao put down his sword and took the slate again, and found the small protruding points on the slate according to the memories just now and continued to poke and poke a little bit, and when he poked one of the bumps, sure enough, the slate lit up again.

This time, Sikong Xiao carefully observed the picture behind these wonderful words on the luminous surface of the slate, and painted an extremely delicate portrait, the person on the portrait seemed to be Xia Huamian, and there was something different, the person in the painting was draped with golden hair, smiling quietly in a field of flowers.

Sikong Xiao hesitated and carefully touched the portrait with his fingers, wanting to touch it, but the words on the slate suddenly changed, "...... Wrong... Mistake...", Sikong Xiao struggled to identify, what mistake? The meaning of this slate is that he picked it up without telling Xia Huamian again, and now it is a mistake to take it out again?

Just as he was thinking in a daze, the light of the slate dimmed again, and this time he immediately clicked on the bump to keep the slate on, and the smiling face in the portrait on the glowing slate had never been seen in his memory, and he couldn't think of what kind of situation it was drawn, but at the moment he didn't want the painting to disappear as the light dimmed, and for some reason he wanted to continue to see her portrait.

Who is she? Such a mysterious prop has never been seen even in the palace, and the fact that a stone slab can shine is simply unheard of, as if it is not something that this world can have.

Although there were all kinds of doubts in his heart, his hand still unconsciously poked it when the slate was dark.

This night, Sikong Xiao himself can't remember how many times he poked the dots, until a small red square lit up on the slate, and then each time he touched the bump to make the slate light up, the flashing of the red dots became more and more dense.

Towards dawn, the words on the slate suddenly changed," ...... Consume... Exhaust... Self... Guan...", before Sikong Xiao could make out the new words on the slate, the slate slowly darkened.

This time, despite Sikong Xiao's exhaustion of all methods, whether it was poking or caressing, the slate never lit up again.

Sikong Xiao panicked, this kind of helplessness has never been encountered, what's going on?