Will Mozun know how to multiply today? [Traveling]

"Hug? How to hug? I'm still in the state of a soul."

Jiang Yike crossed his arms, turned his head a little embarrassedly, and kicked the edge of the bed with his gold-patterned black boots: "You might as well hug that one."

After finishing speaking, he pointed to the "Three Little Pigs" on the bedside, and said, "Here, the main body is there, hug it as you like."

What are you talking about? !Jiang Yike regretted it as soon as he opened his mouth,

Even if he possesses himself in this fairy tale book for a while, it is a majestic and murderous fairy tale book, and he cannot touch it.

Why was Chu Nian's pitiful little eyes looking at him twice, and his heart softened all of a sudden?

While he was thinking wildly, Chu Nian walked up to him at some point.

He stretched out a hand, and carefully touched Jiang Yike's cheek with his fingertips.

But, the result is obvious.

The fingertips submerged into the transparent "skin", and a small speck of light spread out.

There is no familiar warm touch, and the fingertips seem to touch the soft light, but in fact they feel nothing, only a little bit of cold air from the air conditioner remains.

Chu Nian curled up his fingers, his eyes darkened.

"Hey, are you a ghost or am I a ghost? Why is there no sound when walking?!"

Jiang Yike was startled, and looked at Chu Nian in horror, "I didn't notice you coming over at all."

Chu Nian had a strange expression on his face.He looked as if he was going to smile softly, but he couldn't smile, and sat on the bed dejectedly.

"One Ke."

His back was hunched, and his whole body was bowed, trembling slightly: "...I can't touch you."

"I'm still in the state of a soul, so naturally I can't touch it." Jiang Yike floated over, although he couldn't touch the entity and couldn't affect the reality, he still imitated "sitting" on the bed, next to Chu Nian.

Chu Nian didn't speak, and kept his head down from the beginning, staring at the ground in silence.The drooping black hair covered his expression and prevented Jiang Yike from seeing the other person's expression clearly.

Jiang Yike pursed his lips, he floated off the bed and stood still in front of Chu Nian.He folded his arms and commanded condescendingly:

"Okay okay, you stand up now."

Chu Nian looked up at him, a little puzzled.But he has always obeyed Jiang Yike's words, so he also stood up slowly at this moment.

Ahhh, that's really annoying.

Jiang Yike stared at Chu Nian, who was tall and handsome, a little taller than him, not to mention how depressed he was.

The original owner is a head shorter than Chu Nian, his soul is the transformation of the original body, why is he still half a head shorter than Chu Nian? ?

Chu Nian stood quietly on the spot, with only dim, faded gray in his eyes.

Then, he saw that familiar soul that was as transparent as moonlight, opening his arms towards him.

The bundled long hair fluttered, and Jiang Yike took a step forward, and flung himself into the opponent's arms like a butterfly.

As if she could really touch him, she hugged him tightly in her arms.Jiang Yike gently rubbed the tip of his nose against his neck, with a smug smile in his voice:

"How is it? I've got you in my arms!"

He will probably never forget this night, when countless silver-white light spots surrounded him, holding him tenderly in his arms.

The moonlight flows along the window sill, winding like a brook, spreading all the way into the softest place in my heart,

Countless silver butterflies fluttered out of the air.

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"Actually, think about it, this is an excellent opportunity to practice."

The light rail above the city was running smoothly, and the carriage shook slightly, making clanking noises.

The mini version of Jiang Yike lay comfortably in Chu Nian's hood with his legs crossed.The folds of the fabric blocked other people's sight, which just provided Jiang Yike with an excellent hiding place.

He rested his arms on his pillow and said triumphantly: "I feel that my transformation technique is becoming more and more proficient, and it is not an instant thing to become bigger and smaller."

Holding the cloth, Chu Nian pulled up the hat a little more, and responded in a low voice: "It's so powerful."

"That's no nonsense, who am I?" Jiang Yike rolled around in the hood, "Father used to say that I was talented every day."

Chu Nian just listened, the corners of his eyes and brows couldn't stop rising.

"We've arrived at the station, you will pay attention to your surroundings later." Chu Nian put his hands in his pockets, got out of the carriage, and blended into the crowd.

Jiang Yike picked up Chu Nian's hood, and poked out half of his head cautiously.

Looking at the bustling streets with endless streams of people, he couldn't help sighing, "So many people?!"

Did he really not expect that modern people are so interested in antiques?What if all the good things are bought by someone?Is it possible to stay in this little book for a lifetime?

No, he will never accept this fact! !

Chu Nian didn't expect that there would be so many people on the street. He frowned slightly, and said in a low voice, "It's not right, the street is usually deserted... What happened?"

Many people obviously came prepared, carrying big bags and small bags, with excited expressions on their faces, discussing something with their companions.

Chu Nian was obviously familiar with this place, he found a hidden antique shop with ease, opened the door and walked in.

"This place is nice." Jiang Yike sighed.

As soon as you enter the door, you will feel a completely different atmosphere from other stores.There is a thin aura lingering in the air, and the antiques on display also exude a long-lasting smell.

Chu Nian took off the schoolbag on his back, unzipped it, and solemnly hugged the fairy tale book "The Three Little Pigs" to his chest.

He bowed his head and said softly: "Money is not a problem, you look for it carefully."

The slightly fatter old version was sitting on the counter. He was humming a little song, and while lowering his head to play with his mobile phone, he greeted perfunctorily, "Look slowly... huh?"

As soon as he looked up, he saw a tall and thin young man standing in front of the antique cabinet, holding a pink and tender book of fairy tales in his hand, and looked at him expressionlessly.

The boss stared at him with wide eyes, then the young man looked away indifferently, and went to the other side with the fairy tale book in his arms.

What is going on with young people today?

What is this called, back to basics?After reading too many literary works, how about watching "The Three Little Pigs" to reminisce about your childhood?

The boss, who felt that he had been abandoned by the times, sat on a chair and rubbed his bald head blankly, and then a more horrifying scene appeared——

The fairy tale book suddenly shone slightly, and then, a clear and clear young voice rang out, crisply shouting: "Chu Nian, that one!"

boss:"???"

What's the matter, the fairy tale book can talk? ! !

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Chu Nian glanced at the boss who was sitting at the counter with a sluggish face, and slapped the short sword in his hand on the glass counter with a "bang", and said in a cold voice, "Check out."

"To tell you the truth, I've been running an antique shop for so many years, and I haven't seen any ghosts like Huayao, Yuling, Helmets." The boss murmured with a dazed expression, "But this is the first time that a fairy tale book has become a fairy tale..."

Jiang Yike laughed "puchi".

The boss looked at Chu Nian with a sincere and sincere attitude: "Mr. Xiao, how did you do it? Can you share it?"

Jiang Yike laughed happily "hahaha" in his ear, Chu Nian pushed the dagger a little forward without changing his face, and repeated: "Check out."

If an expert refuses to share, there is no way.

The boss took the money with a sigh, and he could only watch helplessly as Chu Nian picked up the dagger and put it in his bag, then walked out the door gracefully holding "The Three Little Pigs".

"Hey, it's really interesting." Jiang Yike laughed out of breath, "Although this body is a little childish, it's fun to be scary."

Regardless of the surprised gazes from passers-by, Chu Nian held the book tightly to his chest and asked, "The dagger just now is still too 'thin', let's take a look again."

"Hmm." Jiang Yike agreed, shaking his legs.

Although the antique shop is full of good things, they are not compatible with his soul, and the energy attached to them is not enough to last for a long time.

But Jiang Yike fell in love with the beautifully crafted short sword that was somewhat similar to his previous weapons, and begged Chu Nian to want that sword for himself.

It's not really a "begging".

As soon as he opened his mouth, Chu Nian nodded very naturally, and then faced the boss's high price, he bought the dagger without blinking.

"There are a lot of people on the street," Jiang Yike looked around curiously, "Chu Nian, relax a little, I can't see."

Chu Nian let go of the fairy tale book according to his words, and changed from holding it in both hands to gently holding it with his palms, so that Jiang Yike could read it casually.

It is rare to see a cold and handsome guy crossing the street holding "The Three Little Pigs". Passers-by talked a lot, but Chu Nianquan ignored it.

It's fine if you just watch him, but some people just don't like him.

In the dark alley not far away, Chu Ronghuai slowly closed the empty wallet in his hand and put it back into his pocket.

With a cigarette in his mouth, he raised his eyebrows and raised his eyebrows. Looking at the figures of a few gangsters walking towards Chu Nian, a smile appeared on his lips.

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Seeing a tall figure slamming into him fiercely, Chu Nian frowned, turned sideways, and avoided the opponent's impact.

The man's intention failed, he turned his head, and said viciously: "What are you looking at! Are you blind, can't you see the road!?"

It's clear that he came here deliberately to find fault. There is no reason to treat this kind of person.

Chu Nian ignored him, turned around and left with the book in his arms.

Unexpectedly, the other party was already prepared, and several people surrounded him, tightly trapping him in the middle.

Chu Nian looked displeased, and said in a low voice, "Get out of the way."

"Get out of the way if you say, don't we lose face." A few gangster-looking men hooked their shoulders and laughed out loud.

"Hey, handsome boy, he looks quite white."

"Baby, are you out of your mind? Why are you holding this book of fairy tales, or "The Three Little Pigs"?"

"Why are you silent? Could it be that you can't fall asleep without your mother coming to read fairy tales to you? Hahahaha——"

Laughter raged, Jiang Yike heard those people slandering Chu Nian, and an unknown fire rushed into his heart: "This is bearable?? Come on Chu Nian, beat them up!!"

Unexpectedly, Chu Qingnian stroked the spine of the book, and said: "Just ignore them, there are too many people here, so it's hard to do anything."

He crossed his arms and wanted to go out sideways, but someone next to him suddenly reached out and grabbed a few pages of paper.

Chu Nian panicked all of a sudden, he let go of his hand quickly, for fear of tearing the pages of the book while struggling.

Unexpectedly, the other party had no intention of snatching the book at all. He saved a few pages in his fingers, and before Chu Nian could react, he yanked down:

"呵啦——" a sound.

Several pages of the fairy tale book were torn out, and colorful pieces of paper fell down, spreading a lifeless color on the ground.

The author has something to say: Jiang Yike: My husband was torn up just after hugging her. I want to write a miserable word.