(Well... the usual rolling around and being cute is asking for votes~\(≧▽≦)/~)

"Because there is only the left hand part."

Yiyi's answer made Luo Yuan a little speechless.

Why is there only the left hand part? Because there is only the left hand part... This answer always feels full of complaints, but there is nowhere to complain.

Knowing that even if he was asking, he would not get any effect, Luo Yuan turned around and studied the equipment in his hand again.

The left hand reached into the glove. Before he could reach his finger to his head, the glove automatically absorbed onto his palm, completely fitting with Luo Yuan's left hand without a trace of space.

“Good breathability.”

He waved his left hand wearing gloves in the air and felt the air flow brushing by his fingertips. Luo Yuan exclaimed with satisfaction.

Although I don’t know what the specific material of this thing is, this good performance must be praised.

"Master Silver~" Seeing Wang Ming's look very satisfied, the smart girl on the side also said with a smile: "This is one of the three artifacts collected in the novice gift package, and the full name is - Soul Prison."

"Oh, it turns out to be...what did you say?!"

Almost didn't spray a sip of salt soda.

Although Wang Ming has been clamoring for the novice gift package to open magical tools, he actually doesn't believe in such things.

Novice gift bags, since they are novice gift bags, how could such a horrible thing appear?

To put it another way, even if you give him a magic weapon now, Wang Ming probably won't be able to use it.

But what did he just hear? Three magical tools?

Speaking of this, I have to complain again, don’t the three magical artifacts refer to the Tiancongyun Sword, the Yata Mirror and the Bachi Qiong Gouyu?

"It's three magical tools, Lord Silver, you heard it right."

Yiyi nodded affirmatively again, indicating that nothing just now was Luo Yuan's illusion.

This made Wang Ming drunk.

He actually gave a magic weapon in a novice gift package. Luo Yuan found that he really loved this guy who made game consoles more and more.

How great it is to be a girl, you must definitely push it down.

"...It's just a magical weapon that has lost 99.9999% of its power."

The words of attack came late.

Luo Yuan kept his lewd smile and was so dull.

On the stiff face, the corners of the mouth seemed to be twitching constantly.

"Yiyi."

"What's wrong, Lord Silver?"

“…No, nothing.”

Seeing the girl's innocent smile, she seemed to be unable to say what she wanted to say.

In the end, Wang Ming could only be considered unlucky and was a little too early to be happy.

"Soul Prison...ho."

What awesome~ The name is so timid, but it has lost 99.9999% of its power... Is that still a magical weapon?

Looking at the gloves that completely wrapped around his left hand, for some reason, the pleasure of getting equipment disappeared all of a sudden, and replaced by a faint feeling of depression.

"What's wrong with you, Lord Silver?"

"No, it's really nothing."

What a weird thing!

He shook the gloves in his hand depressedly, and Luo Yuan focused his attention on the other two things.

Since they are three magical artifacts, then the two next ones should be the other two " magical artifacts".

It must be a scam.

This kind of thought came to mind. Wang Ming was about to check it, but suddenly a "rubbing" sound came from his left hand.

The sound was very light and under normal circumstances it was impossible to feel it at all, but Luo Yuan noticed that something seemed to be on the gloves on his left hand.

Looking at it, a black blade appeared in his eyes.

The length is about twenty centimeters, popping out from under the gloves and instantly penetrates a corner of the table next to it.

"Xiu, Xunjian?"

Luo Yuan couldn't understand the scene before him.

The blade popped out from the left hand, no matter how you look at it, seems to be the iconic equipment in Assassin's Creed - Xiujian, right?

Could this glove be a sleeve arrow?

Then why is it called "Soul Prison"? Do you want others to complain about this name?

With a dark face, Wang Ming slashed his sleeve sword towards the corner of the table.

There was no resistance at all, and the dark blade easily cut off the corners of the table, really like cutting tofu, with a kind of magical weapon.

"No. This is originally a magical weapon, but it has lost its power. As a magical weapon, the material that originally constituted the main body will naturally not be much worse."

After understanding this, Wang Ming's depressed mood suddenly became better.

"Master Silver, don't you know the purpose of these things yet?"

Seeing Wang Ming's shocked expression, the intelligent girl on the side looked like she suddenly realized her mind, with a 'so-so-so-so-so-so-so-so-' tone.

This made Luo Yuan's face dark.

"How could I know if you don't tell me?"

"Woooo~~~, it was Yiyi who made a mistake."

The intelligent girl cried out in vain and came to Luo Yuan.

The data connection is formed between Wang Ming and Yiyi, and Luo Yuan felt that there was some more information in his mind in an instant.

"Soul Prison...so what does that mean?"

After murmuring, Luo Yuan looked at the gloves on his left hand.

With a gentle movement of his palm, the dark blade retracted back into the device under the glove.

It popped up again, but this time it was not just a sword blade, but also a black chain extended behind it, and it quickly shot forward under Wang Ming's power.

"Unscientific ejection."

The ejected chain blade instantly penetrated the bookshelf and part of the walls in the room. If Luo Yuan hadn't seen the opportunity quickly, he would probably have been able to shoot it all the way.

There is only such a little space, but there are so many chains inside.

He pulled the chains out of the armor with a dark face, but when the room was covered with chains, the chains in his hand were not at all about to reach the end.

Well, it's worthy of being a magical tool.

Wang Ming can only complain like this.

With a gentle movement of his left hand, the chains that were originally covered with the ground immediately retracted towards the gloves at an extremely fast speed.

The terrifying speed drove the black sword blade at the front of the chain, like a crazy dancing python, and the chain blade was uncontrollably raging in Luo Yuan's room.

"Damn!"

Time passed less than a second, and when Wang Ming reacted again, he saw only a messy room.

I touched my right hand and there was a slight wound on it, which was scratched by the black sword blade that had just been taken back.

The clothes on his body were also cut into several places, just like a beggar's suit, wrapped around his body in a torn manner.

With a black line on his face, Wang Ming looked at the source of everything on his left hand.
Chapter completed!