Chapter 2878

Luigi came out of the prism in the sky after playing a piece of Debut Music and floated down.

Luigi's dress was the same as the last time. She was still dressed in grass-green robes, holding a golden harp 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. This time, without the mask, you can see his true face.

Luigi's face is very handsome. If you don't look at his dress and eyes, it's an aggressive face, which is a bit similar to donse's disciple niros. In Jon's words, it's a handsome face like the sun god.

However, the aggressive face is matched with a pair of gentle bents like water, which makes people feel a little contrary to peace.

When Angel looked into Luigi's eyes, Luigi had come to the top of the tree.

"Amazing Riddler, why are you staring at my eyes? Are you going to make my eyes become your puzzle?" Luigi chanted to angel.

Although I don't know why Luigi calls himself "Riddler", the meaning in his words is not difficult to understand.

Angel looked back and whispered, "I just think your eyes are beautiful."

Luigi smiled and said, "thank you for your praise. Although I also want to praise your eyes, it's a pity that what I see is only a fog of hypocrisy."

Angel: "..." he obviously just changed the color of his pupils with magic. Magic is magic. What's the false fog?

At this time, Laplace said, "Luigi, stop gossiping and take out your things."

Luigi picked up the harp, fingered it gently, and the beautiful notes poured out.

When Angel thought Luigi was going to change into a living thing with the sound of the piano, Luigi stopped playing the piano and said, "OK."

Angel: "..." it turns out that fiddling with the strings is just a piece of background music, which is somewhat exaggerated, isn't it?

Just as angel looked suspicious, Luigi's undulating voice appeared again:

"Let's sing for the coming of the holy thing!"

"The dearest, the most beautiful and elegant me, and the Riddler from a distant foreign land, all follow me to praise!"

"This is the fragrance emitted before the ages."

"This is the clothes that emerge after years have washed away."

"This is the light brought by the stars and moon in the night sky."

"This is the glory given by the king of mountains."

"It is the fresh spring that is still fresh after the disaster, and it is also the long gun that many curfews are afraid of."

"It deserves the praise of the mirror of the sky and the supreme glory."

"It..."

Before Luigi finished reciting, Laplace said, "well, that's it. It's time to shut up."

Luigi said wrongfully, "but I just read the first paragraph. This is an eight paragraph epic. You used to let me read at least half of it."

Laplace was not affected by Luigi's tone and still said faintly: "I'll read it again when I have a chance. Now, take out what I want."

Although Luigi looked wronged, he still stopped singing. However, it just stopped singing. The sound of the piano is not over yet. It is still floating in my ears.

At this time, angel heard the voice of Laplace: "wait another minute, Luigi will finish playing this piano song as soon as possible. At this time, his character, he can stop singing, but the sound must have a beginning and an end."

Angel nodded to understand... The pursuit of perfection is not necessarily the patent of obsessive-compulsive patients. It's like someone telling you a story, and it's also a story you're interested in, but half of it suddenly doesn't tell for any reason. Anyone will feel uncomfortable.

However, Angela understands, but what Angela doesn't understand is... How do you feel that Laplace and Luigi are two people now?

Didn't you just say you were him and he was you? Now comforting him is like talking about another person.

Angel couldn't figure out what Laplace's style was. Unlike the black count's separation, he is very clear about his position, and he is an extension of noumenon; Nor is it the epitome of different age groups like the body of younu.

Laplace gives angel the feeling that she has become three people, but she still insists that all three people are herself.

Angel is actually quite interested in "separation", especially the black count promised him before. When things happen here, he will exchange some experience of separation with him.

Before that, angel felt that the separation of count black was a little too strange. Even if he wanted to learn the ability of similar separation in the future, he could not take the road of count black.

But now for comparison... Angel found that the black count's separation looked strange, but at least it was himself.

If you really want to learn the art of separation, maybe you should learn from the black count.

When angel's thoughts were flying all over the sky, Luigi's piano still had no end.

With the sound of the piano, angel couldn't help recalling the poem Luigi had just read. This poem is actually not very good with angel's appreciation ability.

Too many hard words.

Only the third rate bards can make hard words, and the first-class bards can sing the heaviest hymns even in the simplest language.

However, because Luigi likes to make up some words too much, angel also figured out why Luigi would call himself a "Riddler".

It is estimated that he solved the puzzle in the mural, so he was given the title of Riddler.

What can angel say... At least he doesn't recognize the derogatory meaning, so he can only recognize it.

In other words, even though Luigi made a lot of words, the poem he sang actually revealed a lot of information.

Aside from those "empty" words, the most practical words are "clothes" and "long gun".

If, according to Engel, we want a powerful means of attack and logging, the long gun is the most likely.

However, according to the context, "long gun" is probably just a pronoun, a pronoun of "weapon", not necessarily a real long gun.

It's OK to replace the long gun in the poem with a short gun, but it doesn't rhyme.

Therefore, aside from the long gun, angel's personal preference is that what Luigi brings should be "clothes".

If it was "clothes"... Angel glanced at Laplace's heavy Chinese clothes.

Could it be Laplace's clothes? Luigi is still in the aria. The first sentence mentioned "this is the fragrance emitted before eternity", so it is the phantom of clothes? A dress that has never been changed?

Angel thought of this and looked a little strange.

When angel was thinking, Luigi's plucking finally came to the last stroke, and the long ending rhymed with endless regret.

When the sound stopped, Luigi sighed and reached out and touched the prismatic gem under the harp.

Followed by a cloud of smoke.

As the smoke dissipated, a transparent bottle appeared in mid air.

The bottle was not big. With a gentle wave from Laplace, the bottle flew over and lay flat in the palm of her hand.

"This is what you want." As he spoke to angel, Laplace released a glass cover and covered the bottle again.

Angel subconsciously wanted to use his mental power to explore, but the new glass cover directly blocked his mental power out.

Obviously, Laplace doesn't want angel to study it in depth.

According to the agreement between Angel and Laplace, he really doesn't need in-depth research. Just pull it directly into his dream with dream conch.

Although Laplace did not mean to let Angel study, he did not prevent angel from observing.

Angel had speculated that Luigi might bring a "dress", but now it seems that it is different from what he imagined.

In the palm of Laplace's hand is a glass bottle, to be exact, a glass bottle containing things.

It is somewhat similar to the "ship in the bottle", but the ship in the bottle is a complete ship in the bottle, but in this glass bottle, it is not a ship, but a creature composed of countless silver scales.

The creature is very large and occupies 80% of the space inside the bottle.

At first glance, it looks like a whale with silver scales. Its body is wide in front and long in back, with a round head and flat tail, and a silver streamer. If it is a whale, it may be a whale of the genus beluga.

It has to be said that the whale in this bottle has a dreamy beauty.

It makes people reluctant to look away.

"This is..." angel raised his head and looked at the cold Laplace: "this is your body?"

Laplace murmured his lips and seemed unwilling to say, but after a moment of hesitation, he said, "it's just the shape of the body, the interior is empty."

Is it really noumenon?! Angel was surprised, but on the surface he remained calm.

Angel once thought about the noumenon form of Laplace, but he didn't expect it to be like this... Fairy tales and dreams.

Although the race is different, this does not hinder angel's aesthetic ability.

Angel said after a moment of silence, "this is... Scaling?"

Laplace did not deny it, nodded and said, "yes."

Angel's face showed the color of enlightenment. No wonder Luigi would say that this is "the clothes emerging from the washing of years". For some scale creatures, scaling is common, just like molting, changing their protective layer. It is also consistent to compare scaling to clothes.

Moreover, scaling is also in line with what angel said "what has always been around Laplace".

But, generally speaking, scaling should have a greater protective effect? Does it really have an attack?

Facing angel's doubts, Laplace said faintly: "this is the first scaling of my noumenon, blessed by the will of the world, which makes it have good attack power."

Laplace said very restrained, and did not specifically say what the attack means and the degree of attack intensity, but since it is the blessing of the world's will, angel believes that the attack power will never be low.

Angel looked deeply at the scale in the bottle, then raised his head and said to Laplace, "since it has come, my research should be started. Does Ms. Laplace have any questions?"

Laplace: in addition to using dream conch to pull my scale into the dream world, do you need my cooperation

Angel: "maybe there will be. In the specific situation, we should see the effect first."

In fact, Laplace still didn't understand what Angel called "effect", but she didn't ask. She just threw the "whale" in the bottle into the air.

Then Laplace turned his head and looked at Luigi curiously: "go back to me first."

Louis gibbon came and looked around. He immediately stopped. The beautiful Jian Tong revealed his grievances: "the mountain rain washed down the palace, the storm rolled up broken tiles, and the lightning lit up. It seems ruthless, but at least the mountain rain has a warning, the storm is cleaning up the dirt, and even the lightning has a flash of brilliance... And all these are more affectionate than you."

Laplace: "if you go on, I'll ban you for ten years. Just ban your feet here. Don't want to go anywhere."

Luigi's lines, which he had already thought of, were swallowed back by him in an instant.

"OK, OK, I'll go back, I'll go back."

As he spoke, Luigi held her mouth in grievance, played a sad piano song and went with the wind.

Looking at Luigi's back, angel couldn't bear to say, "in fact, it doesn't matter to leave him here?"

Laplace: "are you not afraid that he will disturb your research? When a wise man studies here, he is also the only one who is forbidden to come in."

Angel thought again and again, but he couldn't help but say, "isn't he you? Just let him stop talking?"

Laplace gave Laplace a strange look: "he is me, but he also has his own character. Why should I let him not speak?"

Angel: "..." has his own character, and you?

Angel doesn't understand.

Angel wanted to continue to ask about Laplace's time and body strategy, but Laplace had turned around and walked aside, leaving the "research site" to angel.

Angel thought about it and didn't ask any more. Now he'd better try first. It's more important to build a new "dream wilderness" here.

Angel closed his eyes and slowly excluded irrelevant thoughts.

When his mood gradually calmed down, he opened his eyes and took out the dream conch from the bracelet.

Laplace also saw the dream conch in the distance. She seemed to be very interested in this "legendary mysterious thing" and looked at it carefully.

Angel did not care about the external situation at this time. He slowly raised his hand, held his breath and activated the dream conch.

With the activation of dream conch, a large number of mysterious smells emerge.

The mysterious atmosphere was like a torrent, controlled by angel, aimed at the whale in the bottle in mid air.

Soon, the mystery wrapped the whale in the bottle.

In about a second, the mystery disappeared again. At the same time, the dream conch was put into the bracelet again by angel.

The whole process, without any waves.

Laplace was puzzled and wanted to ask what had happened to angel, but he saw that angel in the distance had closed his eyes at some time.