Chapter 1974: Dead friend

With this fire here, she can still feel the living things in this space, as well as the subtle sound of the flames. If even this fire goes out, the space will be quiet Her own breathing was left ...
She went to the bookshelf again to draw a book. This time she had a big head, and it looked as thick as the Daxinhua Dictionary, which was enough for a while.
She pointed her finger towards the book—
Alas, instead of flying out, the book shrank to the depths of the bookshelf ...
Do n’t you feel hungry?
Emperor Yu never gave up, and pointed at him again. That book just shrank to the inside. Not to mention, two books were squeezed out and fell to the ground ...
That book is perfect?
Emperor Yuyu simply went to the bookshelf to see what was weird in that book.
The book was now close to the stone wall, with other books in front of it, almost completely covering it.
Emperor Yuyu reached out and grabbed it. His fingertips just touched its page. It actually shook, slammed forward, crackled, and knocked down a book--
This book is perfect!
Emperor Yuyu was a little bored and bored. She hadn't put a book in her eyes. A beautiful little catcher held the book in her hand.
The book shook like an electric shock, the pages of the book rang, and a rather old voice sounded: "Let go! Let go! Let go of my old man!"
The book was struggling in her hands, as if trying to fly out.
Emperor Di Yu finally found a living thing, naturally he didn't want to let go of it, but grabbed it tighter.
"Prodigal chick! How can you do such a barbarous act of burning a book? It's a disgrace to Sven, a disgrace to Sven!" That book's unpopular tone.
Emperor Yu's dumb hole was spotted and he couldn't speak, only holding it and walking two steps towards the fire.
The book immediately struggled in her hands: "Don't burn my elderly, don't burn my elderly, so many books, burn others first!"
In the spirit of "Dead friend, don't die dead poor", this book neatly sells similar products.
Emperor Yu smiled with a sigh, and sighed secretly in her heart, if she could speak now, at least she could chat with this book and pass the hard time.
The book looks very old, with yellow pages and three big letters on the cover: the fairy tree.
Is it the genealogy of the immortals recorded above? Emperor Yuyu had this question in his mind.
"It's not just immortals, it's all kinds of demons. Don't just look at the literal meaning of the little girl." That book made a profit.
"Hey, Fairy Spectrum, it turns out that you can understand what I'm thinking, good, great." Di Yuyu's original dim eyes blinked.
The book froze, and suddenly it was motionless, pretending to be dead.
Emperor Yu shuddered, and still communicated with him in heart: "Speak."
That book is still pretending to be dead.
Emperor Yu's eyes turned slightly, and he sighed inwardly: "I didn't understand my heart, then I can't communicate, what am I keeping you doing? Just burn it and become fine Books will probably burn longer. "