God Zun's favor is a little sweet

Chapter 372 Compare

Back at the inn, Si Chenran put the brocade box on the table and opened it.

After she sat down, Ye Liuguang appeared and sat down beside her.

Si Chenran took out the paper from the box, and there was only one piece of paper inside.

The paper is slightly yellow, but it feels good to the touch.

"This paper is soft, firm and smooth..." Si Chenran touched the paper back and forth, "It's really slippery, senior, if you touch it, it feels smoother than my hand."

Ye Liuguang raised his hand, and a finger landed on the back of Si Chenran's hand, and with a light swipe, he quickly moved his hand away.

Although his movements were light and fast, Si Chenran was so shocked that he couldn't react for a while.

She said, "Liu...Senior Liu Guang, I asked you to touch the paper..."

"Did it scare you?" Ye Liuguang's voice was warm and mellow, "I just want to compare."

After that, he raised his hand and stroked the paper.

"No...no! Not at all!" Si Chenran waved her hands again and again, she wasn't made of ceramics, and she wouldn't be able to do anything with just a light touch.

"This paper is far less smooth than Xiaoran's skin."

Si Chenran looked up at Ye Liuguang, his expression was very serious, it seemed that he was just stating the result of the comparison, without any other meaning.

Seeing Senior Liu Guang's ascetic face, Si Chenran didn't think too far.

"However, this is the best paper I've ever touched." Si Chenran said.

Ye Liuguang lowered his eyes, and glanced lightly at Si Chenran's hand.

Si Chenran shrank her hands and asked, "Senior, do you think this is paper from the paper clan?"

"You write a word, try it."

"But if I write directly on it..." Si Chenran frowned, "Will it destroy this piece of paper?"

It was just such a picture, and she felt sad when she saw it.

Ye Liuguang said: "If it's true, Xiaoran can't leave any traces on it now."

Si Chenran felt her face was a little hot, it was because she was thinking too much.

High-end things in the world always have their own temper.

If you are not a good luthier, you can play a harp without strings.

The same is true for this paper. If the writing is not good, there is no way to leave traces on the paper.

"When Xiaoran writes, she can use her spiritual power." Si Chenran said, "The spiritual power flows into the barrel of the pen with the hand, and from the tip of the pen, it falls on the paper like mercury."

"Oh, I'll give it a try." Si Chenran took out his usual pen.

"Just try it, don't think too much."

Si Chenran nodded, then picked up a pen and began to write.

She didn't think much about what character she should write, so she wrote the character "人".

The spiritual power was poured into the pen, and as the ink fell, it flowed in the ink, and the ink color became more beautiful.

When the word was finished, she put down the pen.

The handwriting is fluent and fluent, like a human being with muscles and bones, jumping up on the paper.

"It seems to be fake." Si Chenran was a little disappointed when he saw his own words stuck on it.

Ye Liuguang reminded: "Xiaoran, look carefully..."

Si Chenran took a look, only to realize that the ink color had become dim.

Once the ink color began to fade, the speed of fading accelerated, and soon there was no more ink on the paper.

Si Chenran's mood was complicated.

Regardless of whether the paper is real or fake, it seems a little unhappy.

If it is fake, I will try my best to compare it, and finally get a fake one, and I will feel a little sad.

Now that it is confirmed to be true, she has no way to leave writing on it.

(End of this chapter)