The hustle and bustle of the room was curtained, but the magic lights that lit it were kept shining through. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

If you can open the door of his room, you will find that the ordinary room inside this hotel has become a dreamlike existence.

Dozens of minions are sweating profusely with red ropes tied to their foreheads, and then biting the tip of the pen and writing hard, countless typewriters are floating in the air, and no one automatically presses the buttons, typing out the words with ink.

Long drafts slowly spit out from the typewriter with a graceful curve, they hung to the ground, and then slowly rolled into a pile, and soon a busy house-elf came over and began to cut and sort them out.

The house-elves snapped their fingers and used their unique magic to organize the messy manuscripts in the room into a book, and then handed them to Yi Huan, who was sitting in the center of the room.

Here, Yi Huan reviews the manuscripts and stories written by the Minions.

After thinking of the whereabouts of the three magic slabs, Yi Huan pushed most of the things to the back.

As he said to Brian, Yi Huan has to summon the magic lamp, open up the sub-world coordinates left behind by the Dorne Pavilion when he escaped, and finally resurrect Vandal Savage.

But none of these things are as important as the three slates, and Yi Huan's top priority is to use the power of the silver hand and the silver heart to manifest the slate.

To be exact, this has nothing to do with the power of the Silver Heart, because Yi Huan didn't find it useful at all, and relied more on the Silver Hand.

It's just that if you want a story to be real, you don't just need to follow certain rules, you need to be reasonable.

If you can get the three stone slabs to gather together and appear in front of Yi Huan, it will be a problem.

So because of this, Yi Huan once again fell into some kind of crazy code word realm, but this time he was not alone, he pulled the idle Minions who stayed in Neverland.

Minions possess no less intelligence than their masters, and it can even be said that the stronger the owners they identify, the more intelligent they are.

Yi Huan can write things, and they can do it, of course, the story is still very lacking.

But Yi Huan didn't intend to use it directly, he just borrowed the good stories and rewrote them himself.

It's a pity that after a morning's time, dozens of stories have been turned over by him, and either they don't seem to be logical, or they can't be realized when they are written, and there is no progress at all.

"Let's go to lunch." Looking at the Minions and house-elves who had been tired all morning, Yi Huan sighed and said to them.

This group of guys suddenly seemed to be amnesty, if it weren't for Yi Huan next to him, I'm afraid they couldn't help but cheer, house-elves are better, after all, they are usually diligent and used to it, the Minions are very lazy on weekdays, and today is all brain-working, they can be tired in the morning.

Almost as soon as they slipped, they ran into a shadow in the corner and disappeared into the house.

The tick-tock typewriters also stopped, no one wrote the manuscript, and these typewriters naturally did not work on their own, even if there was a magic quill pen that could write non-stop, but that was to know what the master wanted to write in his head in order to write something.

A quill with its own mind, called a Horcrux.

Yi Huan couldn't help but sigh again, if there was the ability of the silver tongue, this morning would not have been in vain.

Silver Tongue can directly read the things in the book, it has nothing to do with the logic of the story, and there is no need to abide by any rules, maybe some things that are too powerful even Silver Tongue can't read them, but Yi Huan suspects that this limit is very small.

Because even Folchat could read things that he couldn't control, it was clear that his own wizard, who was much stronger than him, had a higher advantage.

It's just that.. Silvertongue's abilities are in Meggie, and she seems to be the only one who can read herself back.

She was the only one who had read the book, and although it was incomplete, she at least knew what it was about when she summoned herself, and she could continue to complete it according to those contents, and then send herself back.

Silvertongue can sometimes be a guest writer, but it needs to be contextualized.

So for this reason, Yi Huan has never wanted to take any risks. I don't want to take it, it's really because the power of this world is too important and numerous, and Yi Huan is reluctant to give up.

But now, it seems that the fastest way to find the slate is only the power of Meggie's Silvertongue, and Silvertongue is also related to the idea of magic in the more important part of Yi Huan.

Yi Huan frowned, the old wand appeared in his hand silently, trembled slightly, and the scattered floating typewriters in the room were all lowered, and the wand shook again, and the room was instantly renewed, the useless things were removed, and the messy manuscripts were returned to their places.

Pulling open the curtains, Yi Huan instantly saw that there was a farce in the garden not far below the hotel.

A young couple was singing and dancing all the way through the garden, and their cheerful singing and dancing seemed to be so contagious that everyone shook along and hummed softly, and soon this romantic dance spread everywhere.

Within minutes, the dance had taken over the park, making everyone dance along, and the cheerful singing was getting louder and louder, whether it was pedestrians on their way to work, balloons and ice cream vendors in the park, or even the guards who kept the park going.

The song even reached the floor where Yi Huan was.

Yi Huan was stunned for a moment, and closed the curtains with a blank face, "It's really crazy." He said, Yi Huan felt that there must be something wrong with the way he opened it.

Otherwise, there was something wrong with this world, and he took a special look, and neither of them looked like Indians.

It's the woman in it. It seems to be a little familiar, as if I have seen it not long ago.

After closing the curtains, Yi Huan cast a soundproof magic for the room, ignoring the crazy world outside, he decided to take advantage of the daytime to get the power of the silver tongue first, at this time, I am afraid it will not work without taking some risks.

When he opened the door, Yi Huan immediately saw Larry and Meggie, who were bored leaning on the sofa watching TV.

Hearing the sound of the door opening, the two turned around, and Larry showed a flattering smile, and then asked, "Boss, are you going to have lunch?" ”

But he was answered by a light directed at Meggie, accompanied by a low murmur.

"Out of body."

。。。

Robert also felt crazy because he had never encountered such a crazy thing in half his life, there were two huge explosions in New York last night, and there was a ball of lightning that was surrounding the Statue of Liberty at this time and did not disappear.

Both explosions were luckily very far away from him, so it wasn't a Robert thing.

But the important thing is that he picked up a woman last night.

That's right, I picked it up.

A mad woman, he suspects that this woman is a madman, she not only thinks that she is Gisel, the princess of the kingdom of Andalasia, but also thinks that she has been tricked by an evil witch to find her own prince.

Her behavior is also like those cartoon princesses, exaggerated and absurd.

But she didn't notice that her style of painting was not at all the same as that of cartoon characters.

Robert thought at first that she might have bad intentions, and then that she was a madman, and that he had thought of all the questions he could think of anyway, and he must not believe that this woman came from some fairy tale world, but his youngest daughter did.

In the end, I don't know what to think, Robert actually let this unknown woman stay.

And her name really seems to be Giselle.

Robert had intended to keep her for one night, but it was only after that night that she had caused him a very ridiculous trouble in the morning.

This guy doesn't know what ability he has to attract animals, no. It's better to use the word biology.

Not only rats and pigeons, but even cockroaches crawled into his house in droves to wash his dishes, and oh my God, you must be kidding, are these bunches of things coming out of the sewers sure to take a bath.

Immediately after Giselle saw the curtains and made a dress for himself, this is nothing, just a bunch of curtains, Robert felt that he could still afford it, but the bigger misunderstanding was there, Giselle came out of the bathroom and slipped on him, and his ex-wife opened the door and came in.

Robert never felt fit to be an actor, but now he feels like he was born to be an actor.

Because his life is like a farce.

What could be more coincidental, Robert didn't believe in any magic, fairy tales and other lies, but at this moment, he really felt that some kind of magic was manipulating him, which made it all happen.

Because his situation at this time looks exactly like a scene that should be seen so often in movies.

Is this fate, sure enough, life is more dramatic than movies.

The next thing is even worse, after explaining to his ex-wife that there is no hope, Robert comes to the company, Gisel somehow follows him, she quickly messes things up here, Robert really wonders how she grew so big.

He dragged Giselle to the park downstairs of the company, but he didn't know if she really had magical powers or some special powers, her singing and dancing were very contagious, and she could even infect everyone around her to vent her feelings happily.

The peddler in the park, the student sketching, the old man playing chess, the sewer worker, all jumped along with her, and this scene seemed so ridiculous to Robert.

But he had to admit that the song seemed to be really infectious, and even he wanted to join the crowd and vent his heart together.

Oh.. It's really getting a mess.

Robert had never felt that life was so bad, but he seemed to feel that it was all on the bright side.

Uh, wait, who was that guy running from afar, dressed in a funny theatrical royal dress, and how did he look excited, and seemed to know Gissell.

。。。

Mike stood in front of the dressing mirror and licked the corners of his mouth, when he heard the news of Brian's disappearance, he had just rushed to the New York headquarters, and he rushed over without stopping before he had time to hurriedly explain the information.

The FBI has also suffered heavy losses, especially the high-level command staff, there are few left in New York, and now Bryan is missing, Zas is frozen in the suburbs by that guy, although medical personnel have been sent to ambulance, but I am afraid that he will not be able to come back for a while.

I'm afraid the only one who is most familiar with the situation here.,Oh.。。 And Ike, Mike glanced at the guy next to him who wasn't in shape.

Like himself, he was Brian's overseer and bodyguard at the beginning, and he was shot to save himself while protecting NZT, and ended up soaking up Brian's sister.

So he stayed in the city near New York, while he was sent to another country.

He was definitely not jealous of this, Mike told himself.

But the top priority now is to find Brian, and seriously, all of these people are added together, and Brian is not alone in the top.

"Do you see something?" Ike asked next to him, Mike had been staring at the mirror for five minutes, and he was already a little impatient, "Why don't we smash this mirror?" He proposed.

Mike shook his head, "This is probably the only entry for Brian's return, and he's sure it's here that he's gone." ”

"This?" Ike pointed to the mirror, his face full of incredulity and disbelief.

"I know it's hard to believe, but trust me, you'll get used to it after you stay here a little longer." Mike said to him.

Ike had just arrived from another city, he was the closest, and he had fewer things in his hands and was quicker to deal with.

"Well, actually, I've believed most of it for a long time, you won't lie to me, and..." Ike pointed to the Statue of Liberty outside, "That thing is still hanging there, you can't believe it or not." ”

Ike wiped his nose, he seemed to have a cold, and then said to Mike, "I'm going to buy a coffee, you either." ”

Seeing Mike shake his head and refuse, Ike quickly ran to a nearby café to ask for a cup of hot coffee, Mike shook his head again, Ike is becoming more and more like Brian, even with the same problem of greedy mouth.

But then, Mike was stunned for a moment, because he realized that he had thought of something, something very important.

"Give me this mirror. Go find me a mirror again, the bigger the better, the bigger the person can hold it. Mike said to one of the agents next to him.

The efficiency of the FBI was very fast, and an agent soon walked over with a huge mirror more than half a person high, which was of course much smaller than the dressing mirror, and could be moved by one person, but it was still a little larger than the bust.

Mike took the mirror, immediately pointed the mirror at himself, and then began to slowly look around the surroundings, carefully examining it step by step, not letting go of any corner.

Ike happened to come over after finishing his coffee, and after looking at it for a while, he couldn't help but say, "I said Mike, I have to remind you, you are facing yourself in the mirror, and you see that everything is yourself." ”

In order to get around Ike, Mike panned a few steps towards the open-air restaurant next to him, and he was about to retort, but he was suddenly stunned, then he put the mirror down, and then pointed to the mirror and said, "Not necessarily, look." ”

Seeing this, Ike curiously gathered around, and then looked into the mirror, and suddenly saw an incredible scene, the three figures were reflected in the mirror, in addition to Ike and Mike, there was another person who was Brian.

He was sleeping soundly in a bed, but Ike looked back to find that there was nothing behind them, nothing but a few tables and chairs. (To be continued.) )