"Why can't it be absorbed?"
After a while, the boy opened his eyes and raised the spiritual plant in his hand in confusion.
The tender leaves of the spiritual plant in his hand turned yellow.
While the boy was stunned, it turned into powder.
"No, no more?"
The boy stuttered and rubbed his fingers in disbelief.
How come it's gone?
Could it be that the way he absorbed it was wrong?
The boy opened another cage and found other spiritual plants.
Sit back and absorb it.
The result is the same.
The spiritual plant turned into powder again.
The boy's rosy cheeks quickly turned white.
"These, these treasures, are all fake?"
His speech became faster, his eyes bloodshot, and he refused to believe it.
He frantically ripped open the other cages and gathered a bunch of treasures together.
"No, it's me who can't absorb it. It can't be fake."
"I'll keep trying!"
The boy forced a smile impatiently.
"I am a lucky darling. Heaven and earth will bless me."
The words fell.
All the treasures in his hands turned into powder.
The boy's face turned completely pale.
Fake.
The energy fluctuations are fake. These treasures are not even as good as a blade of grass.
The boy seemed to have thought of something and stood up hurriedly.
He ran to the central area and walked around anxiously, "It's gone, how could it be gone?"
"Such a bright beam of light, how come it disappeared?"
"Ahhh, I want to get out of here, I want to leave!"
This is a trap.
It's a trap.
He should have left with the main force.
Why is he staying here?
Waking up from a dream happens in an instant.
The boy now only wants to leave.
As he searched for the beam, he noticed that the treasures looked familiar.
"No, that's not right. Why are they so close to me? Shouldn't they be far away?"
The boy pulled himself together and finally found it.
The space where he was was shrinking infinitely.
in other words.
Death was approaching him.
He broke down.
"No, you can't do this to me."
"Su Yuening, ah ah ah, Sister Yuening, please open the passage quickly. I was wrong, I was wrong."
He roared helplessly.
pity.
No one paid any attention to him.
In despair, he was squeezed into nothingness.
…
Somewhere in the palace.
There was a mocking sound.
"Heh, if these treasures were real, would it still be your turn?"
"Fun."
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