The magician in the city

Chapter 348 Temple (5)

The play of light and shadow, like a modernist splashing ink on a canvas, makes Roach dizzy and dizzy.A huge table crashed into Roach, and Roach backed away, almost falling into a metal chair.

Like turning back time and space, and like a movie playing backwards, countless objects from the past filled the space around Roach.A long crystal table stood in front of him, and Roach stood at one end of the table.Nine chairs were placed at the table, four chairs were placed along each long side of the long table, and one chair was placed on the opposite side. Roach happened to have no chair.

At a slightly further distance, more comfortable sofas sprouted all around, mixed with tables, flowers, and floating crystals that shone.The light and shadow of the ink continued to twist, and four walls appeared, restricting this space. The new space was far less than the size of the cave.

Just when Roach panicked and worried that this might be a prison, he was imprisoned.Narrow and tall windows appear on all the walls, bringing in a lot of light.

A wrought-iron glass door suddenly appeared on the wall facing Roach, and when he stretched out his hand to block the sudden bright light, the double door was pushed open with a "bang".

A woman appeared at the door, her dress glowed softly, her appearance was beautiful, although Roach couldn't see clearly at all, he only knew that it was the highest level of female beauty in line with his aesthetics.She walked in with great vigor, just like the curtain of a drama opened, and the spotlights of the whole world were shining on her. She is the heroine of peerless youth.

"You woke me up," she said, standing at the other end of the long table, beside the chair.

"It's not me." Roach said, "If you are the God of Allah Lantern, I am not the one who released you."

The woman seemed to think about it for a while, and then said "Oh" casually.

"Where is he?" Roach asked. "Why didn't I see him?"

"He's too far away from us to meet me," said the woman with a proud look.

"Then who are you? Where are we? In the consciousness space?" Roach asked.Suddenly he noticed that the crown-like ornaments on the woman's head were not worn on her head, and the crystal jewels were floating and turning gently on top of her head.Roach's heart shook, "I know who you are now."

"Who am I?" The woman tilted her head and looked at him. She may still maintain a youthful face and a young and reckless manner, but from Roche's vaguely glimpsed eyes in her eyes, she seems to have dozens of centuries of experience .

"Mage Ancestor." Roach said in a low voice, suppressing his fear and shock.He still remembered the woman he had seen through the alien's eyes in the alien's memory.She only appeared once, and there is no clear record of her in the mage's history books.

"It's such an indefinable name." She laughed. "Before I finally fell asleep, humans were still obsessed with making bronzes. What are they doing now?"

"They're obsessed with drafts and reality TV now," Roach said.

"What does that mean? Are they starting to leave this world?" the woman asked him.

"Come on," Roach said. "If you mean go to the moon, already..."

"That's really long enough, I can indeed be called the ancestor." The woman said.

"You've been here? You're a part of her consciousness, aren't you?" Roach asked. "Is this somewhere in your memory?"

"I am her, and the existence of the soul is the real existence." She seemed to be a little angry suddenly, and said in a stern tone.

"I'm sorry." Roach said, "Then can't you find a body for yourself?"

The woman was amused, Roach's gentle and harmless personality has always been very attractive to women, "I want to find a name for myself first?"

"You exist, but you don't have a name?" Roach asked.

"I've been around for too long, with many names." The woman said with a smile, and she looked at Roach, "You're interested in this, aren't you? You walk in this door with all your thoughts on this, It's like yelling in the conscious world. You want a person to exist."

Luo Qi was said to be on his mind, but he was very calm. The ancestor mage is a god. If such an existence finds out your little thoughts, there is nothing to be embarrassed about.

"If you are really the ancestor mage, can you help me with this?" Roach asked.

"I've made up my mind. I decided to call him Iva." The woman said to herself, and then walked towards him slowly along the table.

"Do you need me to be more sincere?" Roach asked.

"For example, kneel down and beg me?" the woman said, approaching Luo Qi, and put a boneless hand on Luo Qi's shoulder. "But there's no need for that, you're a good boy."

"There is a way to make a person live longer, right?" Roach asked.

"If his soul is not damaged, of course there is a solution." The woman who called herself Iva smiled, and suddenly frowned, "But the reason why he can't survive is the problem of the soul?"

"You're consciousness, aren't you?" Roach asked, turning to stare at the woman.

"But I can help you repair your soul. As long as his self is still there, everything is possible." Iva said eagerly, as if he had noticed the movement of Roach's underlying consciousness.

Roach took a deep breath. At this moment, it was as if the water rippled around, and there was a momentary crack in the world around him.

Luo Qi was originally transparent in front of the powerful consciousness of the ancestor mage, but his consciousness twisted several times to lure him into thinking, and he didn't think about what the ancestor mage wanted him to think about.In several twists and turns of the contest, Roach really felt the coldness and the strange and familiar taste.

"You're not human," Roach said, reaching out and grabbing the woman's arm.

"Ah!" The woman screamed in pain, "It hurts, you hurt me."

The male's desire to protect was only fleeting, and Roach successfully restrained himself and moved himself a space in the direction of the big pig's hoof.

In a real moment, Roach felt the hardness and coldness of his fingers, as well as his somewhat familiar smell, which sometimes lingered on Du Zheng's hand.Du Zhengyi may insist that his weapons have no smell, and metal has no taste.But Roach thought that was bullshit, since he could smell it anyway.

What was in front of him, whatever he saw under powerful psychological intervention, was not real.What he was holding was a metal body, which was condensed from Du Zhengyi's weapon.

Luo Qi didn't know whether he should be afraid, he should pee his pants, but on the other hand, he couldn't help but feel that it was as if Du Zhengyi's knife had become fine.

(End of this chapter)