Qin Chaoxin said a word, and a spinning top appeared on the table at some point, and with the small black whip of the length of the toothpick in her hand, she whipped it four times, obviously not touching the top.

A small whirlwind formed around the four of them, blowing the clothes of the four people in the room. And inexplicably, almost at the moment when the whirlwind appeared, a few big words and a line of small words appeared in the mind of the ink demon:

【Spinning top】

Description: The whip the size of a toothpick controls the spinning top, and the whirlwind of the spinning wheel acts on up to five targets, causing them to either take damage or simply lose their way. It all depends on the mood of the person using the spinning top, and the time limit is determined according to the user's ability.

Mo Xiaoyou was stunned and looked at the spinning top still spinning on the table, what kind of configuration is this?!

In the last days she watched, she couldn't run out of the range of the five elements at most, what kind of gold, wood, water, fire, and earth, at most a few more variants of wind, thunder and ice, this spinning top was a god and horse?!

It was not only the ink demon who was surprised, but even Hua Luo's eyes, which had always been calm, were full of disbelief, not to mention Chenchen, who had always been babbling, she almost opened her mouth and asked:

"I'll go! Qin Chaoxin! Can you be a little more pediatric?! Your awakening ability can still stay at the level of kindergarten, and your brain circuit is no one! ”

Qin Chaoxin raised her chin arrogantly, obviously not taking Chenchen's ridicule in her eyes, whether it was naïve or not, she just needed to know that now the initiative was in her own hands.

Mo Xiaoyou's eyes squinted and felt the changes in the airflow around his body at this time, this really seemed to be just a simple power of rules brought up by the spinning top, when did the rules of this world become so chaotic?

However, being able to have reborn souls, otherworldly souls that have crossed over, and all kinds of goblins, plus the natives born and raised in this realm, the interface itself is also very confusing.

Nowadays, it doesn't seem so unacceptable to have a small object that can create rules.

"You're not an awakened ability, you should be a prop."

It was not the ink demon who said this, but the flower that had been standing in place.

Seeing Qin Chaoxin on the other side, his face was full of astonishment, obviously admitting Hualuo's speculation from the side. When Chen Chen heard this, he ignored the little whirlwind that was still spinning around him, and laughed:

"Haha! Qin Chaoxin, I thought you were awakened by something, but it turned out to be just a prop! It's just a magic weapon at best, right? Which little Taoist priest snatched it from?

I said, you are such a big person, do you have a bottom line to deceive other people's children and teenagers? ”

Qin Chaoxin heard that the color change on his face was even more colorful, and he almost couldn't bear to stab the little demon again, but what should be said, she should still say, after all, having a pig teammate or something is much more terrifying than a god opponent.

"Chaoxin, this object is indeed a good object. But if your own strength is not reached, it is easy to be taken away by others, such as ...... Such. ”

The last word fell, and the ink demon had already disappeared in place, and when he reappeared, what he was holding in his hand was the small black leather whip of the length of a toothpick that Qin Chaoxin was holding just now.

And Qin Chaoxin didn't seem to have reacted yet, she looked at her already empty fingers in a daze, completely unaware of what happened in the moment just now, shouldn't Qin Zhanmo have been controlled by her little whirlwind?!