Chapter 2877: Scales

  Chapter 2877 Shedding Scales
  After playing a piece of debut music, Luigi walked out of the prism in the sky and fell down.
  Luigi's dress is the same as last time, still wearing a grass green robe, holding a golden harp in his hand, and wearing an elegant flat hat.
  The only difference is that the last time he wore a mask made of old stone, he couldn't see his face clearly. And this time, without the mask, he can see his true face.
  Luigi’s face is very handsome, and if you don’t look at his dress and eyes, this is an aggressive face, a bit similar to Dongsai’s disciple Nereus. In Jon's words, it was a handsome face like a sun god.
   However, the aggressive face is paired with a pair of gentle and watery pupils, which makes people feel a little offensive.
   When Angel stared at Luigi’s eyes, Luigi had already descended to the top of the tree.
   "Amazing riddler, why are you staring at my eyes? Are you planning to make my eyes a barrier for you?" Luigi chanted to Angel.
  Although I don’t know why Luigi calls himself a "riddler", the meaning in his words is not difficult to understand.
  Angel retracted his gaze and said softly, "I just think your eyes are beautiful."
  Luigi smiled and said, "Thank you for the compliment. Although I would like to compliment your eyes, it is a pity that what I see is just a mist of hypocrisy."
  Angel: "..." He obviously only changed the color of the pupils with illusion. Illusion is illusion, what is the hypocritical fog?
  At this time, Laplace on the side opened his mouth and said: "Luigi, stop talking, take things out."
  Luigi held up the harp, and with a light flick of his fingers, the beautiful notes poured out.
  When Angel thought Luigi was going to use the sound of the piano to make a living thing, Luigi stopped playing the piano: "Okay."
  Angel: "..." It turns out that flicking the strings is just a piece of background music. Isn't this a bit exaggerated?
  Just as Angel's face was suspicious, Luigi's undulating voice appeared again:
   "Let us sing, sing praises for the coming of the holy thing!"
   "The dearest, most beautiful and most elegant other me, and this riddler from a distant and foreign land, follow me and praise!"
  "This is the incense that emanated from the ages ago."
  "This is a dress that has emerged after the years have been washed away."
  "This is the light brought by the stars and moon in the night sky."
  "This is the glory bestowed by the King of the Mountains."
  "It is a clear spring that is still fresh after the tribulations, and it is also a long spear that has been discouraged by countless Xiaoxiao."
  "It should be praised by the mirror of the sky, and it should enjoy the supreme glory."
"it…"
  Before Luigi finished reciting, Laplace said: "Okay, that's it, it's time to shut up."
   Luigi said a bit aggrieved: "But I only read the first paragraph. This is an eight-stage epic. You used to let me read at least half of it."
  Unaffected by Luigi’s tone, Laplace still said faintly:
I have a chance to read it again in the future. Now, take out what I want.

  Luigi looked wronged, but stopped singing. However, it just stopped singing, the sound of the piano was not over yet, it still floated melodiously in my ears.
At this time, Angel heard Laplace’s voice transmission: "Wait another minute, Luigi will finish this piece of music as soon as possible. At this time, his character, he can stop chanting, but the sound of the piano must have a beginning and an end. ."
Angel nodded, expressing understanding... The pursuit of perfection is not necessarily the patent of obsessive-compulsive disorder patients. Just like someone tells a story to you, it is also a story that interests you, but halfway through it, suddenly there is no reason for not telling it. Now, everyone will feel uncomfortable.
   However, Anger's understanding is understanding, but what Anger doesn't understand is...how do you feel that Laplace and Luigi are two people now?
  Didn’t you just say that you are him, he is you, now the comfort to him is like talking about another person.
  Angel really can’t figure out what Laplace’s body is and what style he walks in. Neither is like the avatar of Earl Black, who is very clear about his position, he is an extension of his body; nor is he the epitome of different age groups like Younu's time body.
   Laplace gave Angel the feeling that she had turned herself into three people, but she also insisted that all three people were herself.
  Angel is actually quite interested in the "clone", especially since Earl Black agreed to him before, and when the matter is over, he will exchange some thoughts about the clone.
  Before this, Angel felt that Black Earl's clone was a bit too weird, even if he wanted to learn the ability similar to the clone in the future, he couldn't take the path of Black Earl.
  But now for comparison...Angel found that Earl Black's clone looked strange, but at least he was himself.
  If you really want to learn the art of clone, perhaps you still have to learn knowledge from Earl Black.
  While Angel's thoughts were flying through the sky, Luigi's piano still had no end.
  Along with the sound of the piano, Angel couldn't help recalling the poem Luigi had just read. This poem was actually not very good based on Angel’s ability to appreciate it.
  Too many hard-made words.
  Only third-rate bards can make hard words, and first-rate bards can chant the heaviest hymns even in the simplest language.
   However, because Luigi likes to make up some rhetoric too much, Angel can be considered to understand why Luigi calls himself a "riddler".
  It is estimated that he had solved the riddle in the mural, so he was awarded the title of Riddler abruptly.
  What can Angell say...at least he didn’t hear the derogatory meaning, so he could only admit it.
  Speaking of which, even though Luigi made up a lot of words, judging from the poem he sang, it actually revealed a lot of information.
   Aside from the "virtual" words, there are two most practical words: "shang" and "long spear".
  If you want an item with a powerful means of attack according to Angel's words, then the spear is the most likely.
  However, depending on the context, "spear" is likely to be just a pronoun, a synonym for "weapon", not necessarily a real spear.
  Replace the long guns in the poems with short guns. Actually, it works, but it doesn’t rhyme anymore.
  So, putting aside the spear, Angel's personal preference is that what Luigi brought should be "clothes."
  If it's "Shang"...Angel Yu Guang glanced at Laplace's heavy Chinese clothes.
Will    be Laplace’s clothes? Luigi was still in the aria, and the first sentence mentioned "this is the fragrance that emanated from before the ages", so it is the Phantom of Clothes? A piece of clothing that hasn't been changed forever?
  Angel thought of this with a slightly strange expression.
  While Anger was thinking about it, Luigi’s plucking finally came to the last stroke, with a long tail with an aftertaste of regret.
  Wait until the sound of the piano ceased, Luigi sighed and reached out and touched the prismatic gem under the harp.
   followed by a puff of smoke.
  When the smoke dissipated, a transparent bottle appeared in midair.
  The bottle is not big, Laplace waved gently, and the bottle flew over and lay flat in her palm.
   "This is what you want." While Laplace said to Angel, he released a glass cover and covered the bottle with another layer.
  Angel originally wanted to use spiritual power to explore subconsciously, but the newly appeared glass cover directly blocked his spiritual power.
  Obviously, Laplace didn't want Anger to study it in depth.
  According to the agreement between Ingres and Laplace, he does not need to study in depth, just use Dream Conch to pull it directly into the dream.
  Although Laplace did not intend to let Anger study, it did not stop Anger from observing.
  Angel previously speculated that Luigi might have brought a "clothes", but now it seems that it is not the same as he imagined.
  The palm of Laplace is a glass bottle, to be precise, a glass bottle with things in it.
  It is a bit similar to a "boat in a bottle", except that a ship in a bottle is a complete ship in a bottle, but in this glass bottle, it is not a ship, but a creature made up of countless silver scales.
  This creature is very large, occupying 80% of the space inside the bottle.
  At first glance, it looks a bit like a whale with silver scales. And its body is wide in the front and long in the back, with a round head and a flat tail, plus a silver streamer. If it is really a whale, it may be a whale of the genus Beluga.
  I have to say that the "whale" in this bottle has a kind of dreamy beauty.
   makes people reluctant to look away.
   "This is..." Angel raised his head and looked at the cold Laplace in front of him: "This is your body?"
   Laplace's lips twitched, as if he didn't want to say it, but after hesitating for a moment, he still said, "It's just the appearance of the body, and the inside is empty."
Is    really the body? ! Anger was astonished for a while, but on the surface he remained calm.
  Angel once thought about Laplace's ontological form, but he didn't expect it to be like this... fairy tales and dreams.
  Even though the races are different, this does not hinder Angel's aesthetic ability.
  Angel said after a moment of silence: "This is... shedding scales?"
   Laplace did not deny it, nodded and said: "That's it."
Anger’s face showed a look of enlightenment. It’s no wonder Luigi would say that this is "the clothes that emerged from the washing of the years." For some scaly creatures, shedding scales is common, just like shedding her skin, to replace oneself. The protective layer. The comparison of sloughing scales to clothes is also consistent.
  Furthermore, the sloughing is also in line with what Angel said as "something that has always been around Laplace."
  It’s just that, generally speaking, scales should be more protective, right? Does it really have a means of attack?
   Facing Angel’s doubts, Laplace said lightly:
This is the first time my body has shed scales. I have been blessed by the will of the world, which gives it a good offensive power.

  Laplace said that he was restrained, and he did not specifically say what the attack method is and how strong the attack is, but since it is the blessing of the will of the world, Angel believes that the attack power will never be low.
Angel took a deep look at the sloughing scales in the bottle, then raised his head and said to Laplace: "Since it has come, then my research should be able to start, what else does Ms. Laplace have? Questions?"
  Laplace: "In addition to using the dream conch to pull my scales into the dream world, do you have anything to cooperate with me?"
  Angel: "Maybe there will be specific situations. We have to look at the effect first."
  In fact, Laplace still didn't understand what Angel's so-called "effect" was, but she didn't ask, just tossed gently, and threw the "whale" in the bottle into the air.
   Then Laplace turned his head and looked at Luigi who was looking curiously: "You go back first, and come to my body."
Luigi's head, which was still looking around, immediately stopped, and the beautiful eyes revealed grievances: "Mountain rain collapsed the palace, the storm rolled up the shattered tiles, and the lightning ignited the remnants. It seems ruthless, but at least the mountain rain belt With the warning, the storm is clearing away the filth, and even lightning has a glorious moment... and all of this is more sentimental than you."
  Laplace: "If you go on, I will keep you banned for ten years, just ban your feet here, and don't even think about going anywhere."
  Luigi had already thought of the lines, but he swallowed it back instantly.
   "Okay, I'll go back, I'll go back."
  While speaking, Luigi suffocated his mouth in grievance, played the sad music, and went with the wind.
  Looking at the back of Luigi's departure, Angel couldn't bear to say: "Actually, it doesn't matter if he stays here, right?"
  Laplace: "Aren't you afraid that he will interrupt your research? When the wise man is studying here, he is also the only time I was forbidden to come in."
  Angel thought over and over again, but couldn’t help but said,
Isn’t he the same as you, can’t you just let him not speak?

  Laplace gave Laplace a strange look: "He is me, but he also has his own personality, why should I let him not speak?"
  Angel: "..." He has his own personality, so he said it was you?
  Angel did not understand.
  Angel originally wanted to continue to inquire about Laplace's time-body strategy, but Laplace has already turned around, walked aside, and left the "research field" to Angel.
  Angel thought for a while and didn't ask any more. Now let's try it first. It is more important to build a new "wildness of dreams" here.
  Angel closed his eyes and slowly eliminated irrelevant thoughts.
  He opened his eyes and took out the dream conch from the bracelet when his mood gradually returned to calm.
  In the distance, Laplace also saw the dream conch. She seemed to be very interested in this
legendary mystery
and looked carefully.
  Angel did not care about the external situation anymore, slowly raised his hand, held his breath, and activated Dream Conch.
  As the Dream Conch was activated, a lot of mysterious aura emerged.
  The mysterious breath is like a torrent, controlled by Angel, aiming at the whale in the bottle in mid-air.
   Soon, the mysterious aura enveloped the whale in the bottle.
  In less than a second, the mysterious aura disappeared without a trace. At the same time, the dream conch was also put into the bracelet by Angel again.
  The whole process, there were no waves.
  Laplace was looking puzzled, and wanted to ask Anger what happened, but he saw that Anger in the distance didn't know when, and he had closed his eyes.
  (End of this chapter)