Chapter 2710 The Story in the Book

Luo Chuan's eyes fell on the girl with red eyes and silver hair.

The latter was squinting, enjoying the Speaker's touch.

like a cat.

Luo Chuan remembered the information he had learned a few days ago, the queen named Bing, and the guardian named Shuang.

Judging from the names and the information currently known, the two should be Frost's mother.

Well, two moms.

...well, let's get down to business.

Anyway, even if not, there is a high probability that there is a deep relationship.

Before they came to this topic, they discussed with Anweiya, and the answers they got were basically the same.

And also know the derived habits of many races.

Lily is justice!

"Well, Anweiya told us before coming here." Luo Chuan nodded, staring at Frost.

However, the protagonist of the incident did not seem to have the slightest sense of it.

"I'm just guessing."

Anweiya coughed lightly, and added quickly when Luo Chuan was about to question, "But it's all justified, I trust my judgment!"

Luo Chuan & Yao Ziyan: "..."

Can the world be more sincere?

"Don't worry, Annweiya is always like this." Shirsa smiled, revealing her friend's past mercilessly.

"Hilsa!"

"Ah, did I say something wrong?"

"...The key is not this!"

Luo Chuan felt that this Miss Bailong might look gentle and elegant on the outside, but it might be black on the inside.

Forget it, it doesn't matter.

The dispute between the two ended soon, and it seemed that they still remembered the environment here.

"Bing and Shuang, is she Bing Shuang's mother?" Luo Chuan was a little curious.

"Mother?"

The speaker's eyebrows seemed to twitch. Obviously, this title made her a little concerned, and her eyes fell on Anweiya, waiting for her explanation.

Anweiya looked a little embarrassed, turned her head, and insisted in a low voice: "Anyway, the meaning is similar..."

The Speaker sighed and decided not to argue too much with her on this issue.

"Actually, to be precise, the two of them are more like Frost... the second creator." The Speaker replied softly.

"Second? Are there other people?" Yao Ziyan was a little curious.

"About this question... Before answering, would you mind listening to a story from me?" The Speaker asked with a smile, "A story from a long time ago."

"Okay." Yao Ziyan nodded and glanced at Luo Chuan. Anyway, we have a lot of time.

"Then, please come with me."

The Speaker turned around and walked towards the side of the room.

Several people followed.

As they approached, the originally flat walls spread out like building blocks to form a wide passage, revealing the scene behind them.

It was a row after row of bookshelves.

It is densely packed and can't see the edge at all, and it is still running slowly under the action of some kind of force, as if the entire building has life.

The Speaker walked towards the depths.

Several people looked around curiously. Luo Chuan saw the names of the books on the bookshelf, "History of K13-la Civilization", "The Evolution Record of Emerson Galaxy", "Excerpts from the Legend of Leander"...

many kinds of.

Luo Chuan looked behind him again, and in just a moment, the road he came from had been replaced by a bookshelf.

Before they knew it, the bookshelves turned into circling towers, and they gradually ascended along the winding stairs.

Possibly down.

Luo Chuan was a little confused, and the space here was obviously different.

Looking down from the handrail of the stairs, there are bookshelves that can't be seen to end, and the same view goes up.

"It's here, it's here."

The speaker stopped, and suddenly he came to an area similar to a reading break, with tables and chairs placed, and the tea was warm.

She took a book from the shelf on one side.

"Let's read a book first."

The speaker held the book in both hands and handed it to Luo Chuan.

Luo Chuan was a little inexplicable about the speaker's behavior, but he still took it over, his arm sank, and he almost didn't hold it.

The weight is a bit heavy.

The cover of the book is pure black, with dots of white light and shadow as embellishments, like stars.

The answer is in the book?

So thick, you have to see when.

Luo Chuan looked at the book with the thickness of a slap, couldn't help muttering in his heart, and opened the cover at will.

He stayed there.

Yao Ziyan curiously stretched out her hand and poked Luo Chuan's arm, but the latter did not respond.

She wanted to read the contents of the book, but was blocked by a layer of fog.

"What happened to Luo Chuan?" Yao Ziyan couldn't help but ask.

"He saw the answer." The Speaker smiled.

Yao Ziyan sighed softly, what can't be simpler, it has to be so mysterious, this is the same as writing a novel out of context at the most critical plot position, which always makes people inexplicably crazy.

She decided to change the subject for now.

Yao Ziyan stood up, patted the skirt lightly, and came to a bookshelf.

"How many books are there in total?"

"A lot," replied the Speaker, "from my mother

From the history written by the first race created, to the autobiography written by an ordinary mortal, every book will be collected here, waiting for later generations to read. "

Yao Ziyan looked back at the Speaker, staring at those golden eyes.

Mother.

She heard the call.

So, he belongs to the watcher?

Yao Ziyan doesn't quite understand. The giant dragon belongs to the monitor. Why does the speaker seem to be different from other dragons?

"I……"

"Why don't you read the books here first? There are all kinds of stories."

The Speaker interrupted Yao Ziyan's words with a smile, and seemed to have anticipated the question she wanted to ask.

"All right."

Yao Ziyan nodded lightly, her eyes wandering on the bookshelf, "What kind of books are there? Hey, why do some books have names and some don't?"

She noticed just now that most of the books on these almost endless shelves are blank and have no names.

"Because the stories of many people cannot be summed up with a simple name." The Speaker replied.

Demon Ziyan was thoughtful.

Shirsa was looking around curiously. She was also here for the first time.

Anweiya seemed to be familiar with the road, obviously relying on her relationship with the Speaker, she had come here I don't know how many times.

"When I have nothing to do, my favorite thing to do is to come and read books. Every story is different and beautiful." Anweiya told her own experience, "A story is a life."

"A story is a life..."

Yao Ziyan whispered softly.

Her eyes wandered on the bookshelf, searching.

What is she looking for?

Yao Ziyan himself didn't know that these unnamed books were different in color, thickness, and size, and they felt very different.

The same fiery red color, some give people a sense of the battlefield of iron and blood, and some are like soft red makeup, blooming the most beautiful moments in life.