In a corner of the earth, it was a medieval-style building, the gorgeous and sacred decoration made people awe-inspiring, in the building, Mo Yu flipped through the books in his hand, the yellowed pages made the book look a little old, although it was not new, but there were no traces of worn, and it was obviously very well preserved. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

Immersed in the ocean of knowledge, Mo Yu seems to feel the stories told in the books, in the triumph of blood and fire staged a battle belonging to the heroes, when the bones are pushed into a mountain, blood stains the earth, the survivors chant their faith, proclaiming the name of the person who wrote history.

Unconsciously, the book had been turned to the end, but Mo Yu seemed to be unaware, and it took a long time before he came back to his senses.

"Very good book. Mo Yu sighed sincerely.

Close the book in your hand and put it back where it belongs, which is the place where you can see, and the place that is covered by endless books, the largest library in the world [Athens].

As the administrator of Athens, he has the right to read any book in this library, which is such a happy thing for a person who loves to read.

Mo Yu had forgotten how many books he had read, he only remembered that when he was twenty years old, after he happened to come here, he couldn't extricate himself, and in the past ten years, he had spent the rest of his time reading except for the necessary work and rest of his body.

He has read the myths of his hometown, the immortals who do not eat fireworks are pursuing the true meaning of the Tao, making people think about the meaning of eternal life, reading the era of Western fantasy, human beings embarking on a journey of dragon slaying for wealth, experiencing the blood of fire and the betrayal of ice, reading fairy tales that can always be desirable in small stories, hiding thought-provoking philosophies under the most wonderful fantasies, and reading papers that have not yet been able to be verified will be widely used in the future, making people look forward to the future infinitely.

Perhaps they come from countries of different civilizations, and in different time periods, written in the pen by a flash of inspiration in the author's mind, the only thing they have in common is that the wonderful story can always make people sigh.

Mo Yu looked up and saw that it was dusk outside the window, and there was still room for food, so after thinking about it, he moved his gaze to the rows of bookshelves.

After wandering for a long time, Mo Yu was attracted by a book in the corner.

What attracted Mo Yu was not the name of the book, but the heavy dust in the corners of the book.

Mo Yu frowned slightly, for book lovers, this is an intolerable thing, pulled out the book, waved his hand and patted the dust off the cover.

Flashing from the side, you can recognize that the book is quite old, a hundred years, maybe longer?

The paper is no longer the degree that yellowing can be described, turning it over, Mo Yu seems to be able to smell the passage of time, no one has touched it for a long time, thinking of this, Mo Yu's resentment has dissipated a lot.

If it had been turned over and over often, it would have been dilapidated.

The Chronicles of the Valadei

It's a history book that records the entire year, but the word Valade doesn't seem to appear in history.

Mo Yu became interested, opened the cover, and his fingertips crossed the verge of worn-out paper, touching it in his hand, it was a little thick, different from the thick and smooth of Dongba paper, and the paper was vaguely undulating and undulating, which made people unconsciously think of the glory of the times and the decline of the ancient.

This kind of paper is an excellent choice for writing chronicles, I don't know what kind of paper, Mo Yu

After reading so many books, it was the first time I had seen such a piece of paper.

However, Mo Yu soon focused on the content of the book, and the book that could be written on luxurious paper should be extremely extraordinary.

Moving his gaze to the page of the book, looking at the scene reflected in his eyes, Mo Yu's face was surprised, revealing the vicissitudes of life on the paper, and there was a blank space.

Before Mo Yu could think about it, everything around him suddenly turned into sand with the wind, books, windows, everything was disappearing, darkness was invading the scene in front of him, Mo Yu's feet suddenly fell into the air, as if falling into the abyss, everything changed too fast, Mo Yu didn't even have time to react, but instinctively reached out and grabbed the "Valade Chronicle" not far away before falling.

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