Shi'er's house is very scarce, and it's deadly empty.

But this doesn't mean that you can't find a box if you want to find it, in fact, there are really a lot of boxes in Shi'er's Qiankun bag, and it's not an ordinary box.

He took a jade box and gave it to Qiuqiu.

The box is particularly exquisite, and there is a protective magic circle on it - the elixir that is particularly expensive and difficult to store will not deteriorate if you put it inside, and it is of course more than enough to put a pen.

Qiuqiu thinks that this box must be safe to put pens, but the visual effect is not so matched. The box is carved from white jade, and the pattern on it is inlaid with gold wire.

The use of gold wire is not to show off wealth, but the quality of gold wire is stable, which is more suitable as a material for inlay formation.

Of course, the final visuals are also very impressive.

When she picked up the pen to put it in the box, there were still a few drops of water on the tip of the pen.

I'll have to wipe it down and dry it before putting it back on.

Qiuqiu took the pen in his hand and shook it a few times.

But she forgot.

She thought she was throwing water, but the droplets of water from the tip of the pen fell on the walls and the ground, revealing ink stains.

Qiuqiu screamed in her heart: Oh no.

The ink dots on the snow-white walls are really obvious.

It seems that the ink cream is also inconvenient! Didn't the previous Shang seniors really get their hands covered in ink?

She was thinking about how to get rid of the ink cleanly and effectively, when she noticed a change.

The inkblots are slowly spreading – more accurately, they are moving on their own as if they were alive.

Qiuqiu looked at it in a daze, and she pulled the robe she picked up: "Hey, look." ”

Shi'er turned his head.

The ink splatters on the white walls had spread into a light gray that looked like smoke and cotton wool.

The gray mist continued to spread, enveloping both of them in it.

Qiuqiu looked left and right in surprise.

Shi'er took her hand and whispered, "Don't be afraid, there's no danger here." ”

"I'm not afraid."

She just thought it was too unusual for her to do so.

The fog makes up different images.

Rolling mountains, meandering rivers, growing plants, clouds drifting in the sky, falling rain, flying birds, swimming fish, blooming flowers......

It's all so real and alive, even if it's all gray mist, only for a moment.

Qiuqiu couldn't help but wonder, are these scenes real, have they ever happened? It was once observed by a pair of discerning eyes, and recorded by this pen called Ink Frost.

And now, all of a sudden, the elephant is compressing to a tipping point, and all of a sudden it's all erupting.

Because the scene made of smoke has changed.

Became human.

Many people.

Some sat there quietly, with only the occasional blinking of their eyes. Some are bending down in a bow, some are laughing, some are angry. Their faces are clear, their expressions are vivid, and even the details of their clothes and crowns are meticulous.

Shi'er's fingers moved slightly.

Qiuqiu turned her head to look at him.

Shi'er said: "I have seen the portrait of that person just now, it is a palm peak of the second peak in the past. ”

This shows that the image formed by these smoke is indeed not imaginary.

I don't know how much time passed, the smoke condensed in the middle, turning into the appearance of a spirit crane, this crane was more elegant and handsome than the spirit birds Qiuqiu had seen before. It raised its head and let out a clear whistle, breaking through the sky and passing through the clouds, quickly turning into a small black dot on its vision.

Qiuqiu rubbed her eyes.

Ah, all the gray mist was gone, and all that was left in front of them was the ink spot on the wall.

Qiuqiu smiled in surprise.

She felt that the experience just now was extremely magical, just like the shadow puppet show she watched when she was a child, a small white screen on which she could perform the joys and sorrows of a person's life in a short period of time.

She looked down at the pen in her hand again, and this time she felt that the pen looked different in her eyes.

Although it is still painted and bald, it is really not a good look.

Qiuqiu gently stroked it with an almost cherished motion.

Ink cream is really good.

She could probably think of why that senior Shang would give her this pen.

Probably...... It's not just a pen she usually uses.

This is also her expectation, expecting her juniors, hoping that the ninth peak can continue and continue to prosper.

It's a legacy.

Qiuqiu changed her mind.

She didn't want to put it in a box that didn't see the light of day.

In many cases, what is nominally treasured is actually forgotten.

She tied a tassel to the pen and tied it around her waist.

After tying it, Qiuqiu stood up and turned around in front of Shi'er: "How is it?" Isn't it a bit temperamental? ”

Shi'er replied sincerely: "Sort of." ”

Qiuqiu blinked.

Shi'er's answer must have been complimenting her - but why did it sound so awkward?

The two sat down to discuss the matter of the seventh peak, and the only person who was present was the rabbit Dabai, who was unable to communicate with them.

"I heard that if the master dies, the relationship with the spirit pet will be naturally dissolved, why can Dabai still find me?" Seeing Da Bai sitting there motionless, Qiuqiu felt that their discussion might be too boring for it.

But then, Da Bai used his two front paws to pull open the Qiankun bag around his neck, and took out a cabbage from it to gnaw-

Well, you really shouldn't have a rosy imagination for foodies.

Shi'er said: "Although the subordinate relationship between the spirit pet and the master can be dissolved, the relationship between the two will not die with it, it remembers you and can feel your ......."

Big White: "Click, Click, Click......"

Qiuqiu said: "If it wasn't for it just now, maybe I wouldn't have been able to find the seventh peak." Can Dabai freely shuttle between the outside world and the barrier between the seventh peak? ”

Big White: "Click, Click, Click......"

Qiuqiu felt that the background music was slightly noisy. Dabai's food is too fragrant, so she always wants to follow it.

Before she gets angry, Dabai gnaws the cabbage up.

Qiuqiu breathed a sigh of relief.

Shi'er said: "There should be telepathic ...... between Da Bai and you"

The sound of a rattle sounded, and Da Bai actually took out a thick and straight carrot from the Qiankun bag!

Qiuqiu really didn't want to admit that there was any induction between herself and this foodie.

Feel a fart, this idiot with long ears and short tail will only have a sense of cabbage and carrots!

I heard that these two rabbit spirit pets were still picked up and asked her to accept them.

What did Shi'er think, and let her accept two rabbits as spiritual pets? Isn't that really mocking her?

She couldn't bear it anymore and grabbed Da Bai's neck and lifted it up.

This thing is really heavy, and the fur on the neck is fat, soft and thick, and you can't touch the flesh at all.

Qiuqiu directly opened the window, threw the rabbit and carrot out of the window, and closed the window with a snap.

The world is finally quiet.

She sat down again and talked to Shi'er: "Although I have found the seventh peak again, my memory shows no signs of recovery, and I don't know anything more......

Thinking of this, Qiuqiu was inevitably depressed.

"Don't rush, take your time." Shi'er comforted her: "Didn't you get the inheritance of your predecessors?" ”

Also.

Qiuqiu's hand stroked the barrel of Ink Frost's pen.

But she always felt empty-hearted.

I always feel that this inheritance gift was not specially prepared for her, but she picked it up, borrowed it, and will return it one day.

When I think about it this way, how can I feel so sure-footed?

Maybe one day someone will run out and tell her that she made a mistake, that this thing was not for her, that she had made the wrong person, and that she was going to take it back.

Different people have different attitudes towards borrowed things.

Some people think that what they borrowed is not in vain, so why not use it again? If you don't use it hard, you feel like you're losing. But there are also Qiuqiu like this, who are always afraid that the borrowed things will be used old, used badly, and used less, and they are cautious and eager to supply the borrowed things.

Well, she's adding to this problem now, and she has to touch the ink cream for a while to make sure it's still there, and then she has to touch it again to see if she has crushed the barrel of the pen.

She's almost obsessive-compulsive, and she can't even stand it.

When Qiuqiu touched the pen for the fourteenth time, Shi'er took her hand.

As soon as Qiuqiu looked up, she saw Shi'er's face suddenly appear in front of her, so close that she was startled, and instinctively shrank back.

Sitting against the wall, even if you shrink, you can't shrink anywhere.

Her back had been pressed against the wall, and there was nowhere to retreat.

But Shi'er's face is still close, close to ......

It was so close that she couldn't see his features clearly, and she felt that the tip of his nose was about to touch her eyes.

Qiuqiu closed her eyes very boldly.

The scent of Shi'er spread over her lips, warm.

Qiuqiu felt that her skin suddenly became sensitive, tense and tight, and the countless rich and subtle peripheral nerves on the surface of her skin were highly excited, and her heartstrings trembled with Shi'er's breathing rate, and her heart beat faster and faster.

It feels like we're about to touch each other.

But I still didn't touch it.

This feeling of what is going to happen is even more nervous and anticipatory than it is actually happening.

She felt her whole body tense and tightened.

His lips suddenly sank slightly.

Qiuqiu's whole body was like a full bow that suddenly broke the string, and the whole person was almost completely paralyzed.

Shi'er's lips touched slightly, stepped back a little, and whispered something.

Qiuqiu didn't hear clearly, she asked, "What did you say?" ”

But her voice was muffled and soft, and it was only in her mouth and rolling on the tip of her tongue, and she didn't ask clearly at all.

But it doesn't matter if you ask or not.

Qiuqiu's back was against the wall, and in front of her was the approaching pickup.

It gives her a feeling of being trapped, being captured.

But the feeling is dangerous and intoxicating, like a poison wrapped in honey, which makes people unable to extricate themselves.

Shi'er's lips pressed heavily on her lips, sucking, rolling, he held Qiuqiu's face with one hand, and tightly strangled her waist with the other. Qiuqiu let out a faint, soft moan in her throat,

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