I collect cultural relics in the human world

Chapter 21

"Why can Song Ya enter the Mirror Realm? Why does she become so strong? Is it because of that dress?"

"Because she is not in the Mirror Realm." Fan Yu shook his head, "This is her dream, her body is still in the real world, and we broke in through the Mirror Realm. But she is the master of this world, that is to say, we The person we have to deal with is the Creator here.”

He Si looked at Song Ya again, with a new understanding of the current situation - Song Ya's death here was just a nightmare, but if she died here, she would truly die forever.Moreover, what she was stepping on was the territory that Song Ya could turn over to make clouds and rain at any time - this was unfair, He Si couldn't help but hold the hem of Lao Chaofeng's clothes again.

"Why have you been protecting her?" He Si's move made Song Ya lose her patience, and her sinister voice revealed strong jealousy, "In this case, let's see if you can protect her!"

Song Ya, who was briefly pressed on the pause button, attacked again, but this time, her power was stronger and more evil than the last two times.

The three bone nails cracked in response, murderous intent surged, and the target of all threads became He Si alone.

"Hateful appearance." Lao Chaofeng flipped his left wrist. He Si only heard three "ding ding ding" sounds, and managed to see a few strands of silver wrapped around an ancient coin, which was thrown out by Lao Chaofeng and passed her by. And passed.Song Ya stumbled forward due to this force, and the taut silk net lost control at this moment.

At this moment, He Si's eyes suddenly darkened, and the familiar scent of sandalwood came from her nose. Her mind went blank. She thought she had fallen into an absolutely safe embrace.

And Lao Chaofeng held He Si in his right hand, and with no time left in his left hand, he threw an ancient coin again, passed through the layers of killing nets without missing a beat, and hit Song Ya's left leg and knee. Song Ya, who was already unsteady, Kneel down hard on the stage.

"You all must die!" This scene made Song Ya even more furious. She let out a shrill scream and manipulated the silk thread to slide against the ground in a kneeling position.

Countless threads suddenly rose from the originally safe ground. Qin Jian rushed out with He Si in his arms, spun over the net, jumped onto the long table, and ran out the door.Behind him, the table legs broke silently, and the long tables fell over like waves receding.

"It's a disaster for Chiyu." Fan Yu fled in panic when he saw this, and the dark dagger that had been put away returned to his hand, "Hey, it's broken, it's broken again, it's broken here too, there's nothing I can do, living people are always better than cultural relics Important, right?"

"Want to escape?" Song Ya, who thought she had the upper hand, flew towards the door, obviously trying to prevent them from leaving her territory.

At this moment, He Si suddenly felt as if a foreign object was brushing against her toes very lightly. It was very similar to the feeling when it met her hair that night. The fluorescent light that followed her body also flew towards her feet, and her heart felt... Next cool.

"Don't move." Qin Jian obviously also noticed something unusual. He did not resist the force, but gently lifted He Si up and let her rotate in the direction of the silk thread, trying to untie the tangled thread. silk.But Song Ya obviously wouldn't let He Si go as he wanted. When she saw this, she immediately closed the net, preparing to crush everything caught in the net. The originally tight laces on He Si's sneakers fell apart.

"It's over this time. I don't know if Mr. Qin is still alive." As soon as these words passed through He Si's blank mind, he heard an extremely familiar yet unfamiliar voice coming from her ears. It was extremely cold, like The accumulated anger finally exploded.

"Stubborn."

The shoes were almost shattered, and it was He Si's feet that would suffer in the next second.At the critical moment, a little warmth came from her toes, but there was no pain. Is this the temperature of blood?He Si couldn't help but look down, only to see little stars lingering on her toes.

Is this...my hallucination, or...she remembered the faint firefly transformed by the little monkey in her dream a few days ago. Could it be that the little monkey is helping me?
But she immediately denied her guess. The starlight started from her toes and spread rapidly along the thread, turning into a prairie fire in the blink of an eye.Around her, every thread was dancing with tiny bits of flames. The life of the silver threads passed under the firelight, but it burst out with unprecedented brilliance.He Si's attention was attracted by the luster, and moved from her toes to the roof, and then to the surroundings of the entire auditorium. The fire net was bright and the sparks were scattered. She saw a gorgeous fireworks blooming in the autumn evening.

She remembered that it was that light, that light that almost swallowed up the little monkey's soul, that grand, blazing and bright light, that light that could easily burn everything and swallow up everything but was gentle to her alone.

The killing net was reduced to ashes. Song Ya managed to throw off her clothes in the last few seconds so as not to be burned together by the fire. She knelt on the ground and looked at her hands in disbelief.

"Hey, why did you burn your clothes? Haven't you seen who you really are?" Fan Yu also stopped running away and complained while admiring the rare beauty.

"That's your business."

The clothes that refused to leave her body were completely destroyed, but Song Ya did not become hysterical as she imagined. On the contrary, she became completely quiet, and her eyes looking at the three people became blurred.

"Who are you?" Song Ya's voice was trembling, obviously because she was taboo about Qin Jian's existence.

To Fan Yu, this sentence sounded like Song Ya finally realized Qin Jian's power and wanted to know their identities, but to He Si, it meant something else.Because since the cold voice appeared, she felt the change in the surrounding atmosphere. He Si retracted her eyes from the burning fire and looked at the person holding her again.

His eyes first fell on the man's chest. There were deeper dark lines hidden under the navy blue fabric. There was no change from before, but the feel... seemed much stronger.

He Si silently recited "Color is emptiness and emptiness is color", swallowed her saliva, and slowly raised her head.The man in front of me, with sharp eyebrows and starry eyes, is handsome and unrestrained, like a famous person in a painting, like an orchid in a deep valley, and like a sharp knife like frost, but he is still the dull old court official.

He Si was looking in a daze, and the owner of that face naturally felt the burning gaze. The ice melted, and he lowered his head and raised his eyebrows at her with a smile, which was like the warmth of spring.

"Does it look good?"

"You...you," He Si was so frightened that she quickly pushed away the solid chest that hugged her, took three or four steps back before she recovered, and asked tentatively, "Mr. Qin?"

"Huh?" The man in front of him warmed up quickly, and his arrogant voice rose slightly.

She didn't deny or admit it, but He Si knew in her heart that this was not an illusion, and it couldn't be an illusion every time.In other words, meeting this person so many times is no longer just a hallucination caused by Charles Bonner Syndrome, and the person in front of me is probably not Qin Jian.

But she couldn't figure out who this person was?Where did Qin Jian, who was holding her just now, go?

Or maybe he is the real Qin Jian.

He Si looked at Fan Yu with a blank face and Song Ya with obsessed eyes, and her doubts became even greater. Is Fan Yu the only one who can't see that Qin Jian has changed a lot?
(End of this chapter)