Yijun held a sample book thicker than an Oxford dictionary, opened his mouth wide, and looked around in shock. However, the light here is too dark, except for the twinkling stars in a circle on the dome, and nothing can be seen in the darkness around it, only a vague feeling that it is a hemispherical space.

He looked back at the man in front of him again, with a spontaneous sense of superiority, his chin tilted, his eyes arrogant. Yijun searched for the characters in the book in his head to see which one could match the one in front of him, but the book was written for too long, and he couldn't remember many of the characters himself, but it was certain that this was by no means the protagonist or one of the important supporting characters.

The man is about twenty years old, very tall, one meter eight upwards, thin figure, handsome facial features, high nose bridge, two heroic eyebrows lined with deep eyes, very good-looking - but this face is too angular, and it is not immortal enough in the immortal cultivation text.

The man held a night pearl in his hand, motionless and let him look at the assessment, looking at him indifferently.

Yijun really couldn't guess which of the thousands of cannon fodder in the book he was, so he decisively gave up bothering his brain cells for him, and pretended to be profound: "I know how I got here, my identity, I will scare you to death when I say it!" ”

The man didn't mean to respond to him at all, as if Yijun didn't explain his identity simply and clearly, and he was about to do it.

Yijun was a little weak-hearted, after all, Goldfinger didn't know where to drive, and he didn't know what skills he had gained by crossing into the book he wrote, so he had to lower his posture and stabilize him first: "Friend, I'm not a thief, and I haven't stolen anything here, on the contrary, I'm your creator god." He said and patted the sample book of "The Legend of the Demon Hunter" weighing several catties in his arms: "I am the author of this book, and your world is created by me, hahahaha......"

The man seemed to roll his eyes, no longer listening to his nonsense, no longer pressuring his identity, after so much contact, he had judged that the boy in front of him was not a threat. He walked forward holding the Night Pearl, looking around to see his surroundings, but there was really nothing around him except for the patterns on the smooth ground. They walked in the seemingly endless darkness, with only the faint glow of the night pearl beside them, like two ants under the sky.

Yijun chased after him with difficulty holding the heavy book: "Where are you going?" What is your name? ”

The man didn't pay attention to him at all, just walked forward, Yijun trotted behind, and he was tired and out of breath after running for a while. The man finally walked to the wall and stopped, brought the Night Pearl close to the wall, and groped around the wall with his fingers, the light of the Night Pearl was limited, and there were not many places that could illuminate, according to the distance he had just run, this space area was estimated to be larger than the Bird's Nest.

Yijun learned his hand to touch it, the wall was very smooth, cold to the bone, and he shrank sharply when it was cold. Further on, he touched a place on the wall, and suddenly there was a soft "click" sound, and a small hole the size of a palm turned out of the wall, and the man turned around, took the night pearl and shone it inside, and took out a quaint wooden box from it, and when he opened the box, there was a string of crystal beads.

Yijun: "Ah! ”

Man: "? ”

Yijun: "Could this be...... Could it be ......?"

Before he could finish, the floor suddenly trembled, and then slowly leaned to the side,

Yijun: "The floor seems to have moved. ”