Looking at the two extra black dots on his arm, Qian Jing felt slightly unreal. He pinched a small piece of flesh with the tip of his fingernail and twisted it.

"Uh...... Hiss...... It hurts!"

It hurts enough to pinch like this, and it's enough to prove that it's not a dream. Although I don't know what is going on between the black cement and the current black origin, and I can't be sure whether this change is good or bad, Qian Jing always cares about those mysterious events, and of course he has been looking forward to having such an opportunity to become different.

At this moment, everything is telling him: you have seized the opportunity, and something must be different.

No one has ever counted how many people have changed for the better and how many have fallen into the abyss of misery after being exposed to "mysterious events". Therefore, Qian Jing is now in his heart, and part of his emotions are naturally afraid. After all, this kind of "adventure" does not come from someone you trust. His surname is Qian, and this is a strange store, belonging to the She family, who has nothing to do with him and is strange. In fairy tales, when some people enter strange huts, they basically become captives, stockpilers, and experiments of evil wizards?

On the other hand, of course, the mood is excited, excited, and welcoming. That boy has no dreams in his heart, who doesn't expect to be able to attain extraordinary powers? If there is a method in front of him that can obtain unbelievable abilities, between using and not using them, I am afraid that nine out of ten people will choose the former.

"So far so far everything seems to be going well, at least not in a bad direction. Qian Jing took a few deep breaths, put aside the fear and excitement for the time being, took out a curious, calm and cautious attitude, and began to study the small black spot he had obtained. He had hoped that there would be further prompts on the computer screen, or that it would be good for Mr. She to explain. But it backfired, and the computer seemed to be in a state of death again, with no response to any action.

The dots look a lot like ordinary moles, but they're a little shiny and shiny, with a bit of car metallic paint. Qian Jing moved his arms and did a few push-ups to confirm that his physical fitness had not improved in any way, and it seemed that it would not be in this regard.

"Maybe it's some kind of implanted system?" he pressed the dot with his finger, and nothing popped up like a display, a dialog box, or anything like that. In addition to pressing, pinching, twisting, pulling, rubbing, squeezing, all kinds of actions are useless, and the same is true for holding two black dots together. Then Qian Jing also experimented with "voice control", such as "display attributes, display functions, open and sesame open doors". The two little black dots remained motionless on their arms, like two natural moles.

"Hell, what is this?"

If you are excited for a long time, only to get two black dots, it is ridiculous. Qian Jing sat down at the computer desk, held his chin in his palm and began to think. What else can he learn from the works he has read and seen, and who can be related to superpowers?

It's actually a good idea. However, natural phenomena, what one person can create, will never be wider than the imagination of all people, and it will definitely be connected. Qian Jing racked his brains, thinking that his hands were a little numb, so he shook his hands and changed his posture.

That's when the mutation happened. As he flicked his wrist, a black line shot out of the black dot, just under the skin, in the direction of the metacarpals, towards the tip of the index finger. As soon as he stopped, the black line immediately "swished" and retracted back into the black dot. Whether it is launched or retracted, there is nothing special about the Qian Mirror.

"Shoot out the line with a flick of your wrist? Is it similar to Spider-Man's ability?" Qian Jing kept flicking his wrist, and both arms tried, and the black line spread. Maybe when the black line reaches the fingertips, it can really shoot out and turn into black spider silk, but the money mirror can't know for the time being. The range of movement of his wrist is limited, no matter how hard he pushes, even if the wrist bone is thrown with a click, the black line reaches the middle of the index finger at most.

Using his upper arms, shoulders, and waist, Qian Jing also tried to start exerting force from his ankles, but he couldn't make a difference in the situation. The black line stopped in the center of the index finger as if it were dead, but it didn't take a step forward.

"No, I don't believe in this evil, there must be a way!" Qian Jing sorted out this matter from the beginning, thinking about what else was wrong. This kind of black spot ability was left by Boss She to his family, is it related to genetics? This possibility does exist.

Qian Jing thought about it for a while, and felt that the possibility would not be too great. If there is a way to determine the genetic relationship, Boss She should use it at the moment when the computer is turned on, in front of the message played, so that in addition to ensuring that the gift is given to the right person, it can also prevent his message from leaking out.

But...... According to what happened in the message, Mr. She wanted to give this thing to his family, but he accidentally got it. Listening to Old Man She, he has great expectations for his juniors, and this pair of black dots - no matter what it is - is used to help him grow and help him achieve his expectations.

It's just that now, this expectation is impossible to meet, after all, Qian Jing is not surnamed She. "Wait a minute, since this black dot has entered my body, it can't work, is it more likely an external cause or an internal cause?"

Qian Jing has a conjecture. I have gained the ability, and the mood is snickering rather than euphoria, precisely because I know that this opportunity was not my own, I will be a little sorry, and it may be this emotion that hinders the normal operation of the black spot. "On the one hand, I didn't keep this thing for me, but on the other hand, I didn't steal it, I didn't rob it, I got it by accident. I don't know how to hand it over, and I certainly don't want to hand it over – whatever it is. I promise to do my best to help the descendants of the She family and help Raisa run the shop well. In this way, I will be able to have complete peace of mind. ”

After thinking about this, Qian Jing's last psychological obstacle was gone. When he flicked his wrist again, the black line reached his fingertips and stopped steadily. The burning sensation came from the fingertips, like a cigarette butt burning. Fortunately, the burning pain was only instantaneous, and it quickly cooled down, and finally became only slightly higher than body temperature. The black lines also began to fade and became almost invisible. However, Qian Jing has one more feeling: he doesn't need to use the naked eye to know the state of the black line. With a single thought, the black dot can be connected to or disconnected from the tip of the index finger.

Still no threads are ejaculating, but it's clear that this ability has more to do with emotions, mind, and mind than with the body. What can fingertips do, and it is also related to black? Qian Jing was the first to experiment with writing on the desktop.

His fingers turned into pen tips, and black lines appeared along the trajectory, thickness, shade, including every change in the stroke of the pen, all perfectly presented what Qian Jing had in mind. At this moment, Old Man She's words came from the computer: "Congratulations, you deserve to be my most optimistic grandson." ”

Hey, mention your grandson again, and I won't give your beauty a good job!