Me and my fantasy world

Inside a crowded library.

Lingyi was flipping through a tattered book on the desk, his eyes slightly drooped, as if he was a little sleepy, but he still supported his cheek with his right hand, rubbed his eyes when he felt sleepy, and refused to let himself fall asleep no matter what.

"Xiaoyi! Go play!" Long'er, who had transformed into a silver dragon, rushed in from outside the door. He was not polite to Lingyi at all. After entering the room, he immediately wrapped his slender body around Lingyi's neck, wrapping him tightly with three layers inside and outside.

However, the strange thing was that Lingyi did not react much. He was as calm as if it was a joke between good friends, and he didn't even feel suffocated.

The hand that was resting on his cheek loosened slightly and pulled out from under Long'er's coiled body. He shook his head helplessly: "Long'er, now is a critical period. I just need to find a few materials. I will be able to make it soon. How can I have the mind to play at this time?"

Long'er, who had transformed into a silver dragon, raised his head and glanced at the books on Lingyi's desk. Strangely, Long'er did not continue to act like a spoiled child, but obediently let go of Lingyi, transformed into a human form, and sat down next to Lingyi without any hesitation, peeking at the contents of the book with his face turned sideways.

Lingyi saw that Long Er seemed to be curious about the ancient book in front of him, so he did not hesitate to put the book between the two of them. The book was written with complicated handwriting and abstract graphics, arranged in a chaotic manner, and it could only be vaguely recognized that the painting might be an animal.

Long Er was puzzled and scratched his head in confusion: "What is this painting about? It looks like neither a human nor a ghost. Can Xiao Yi understand it?"

Lingyi sneered: "Of course... I don't understand it. This is Uncle Yan's casting record. If I can understand it in a moment, it would be weird."

Hearing Lingyi's "affirmative" answer, Long Er lost interest and leaned on Lingyi's shoulder: "What? If Xiaoyi can't understand it, how can you tell me a story?"

"You're such an adult, yet you still need to tell stories!" Lingyi couldn't help but complain.

Long Er poked Ling Yi's ribs in annoyance and said angrily, "No! You have to speak when I ask you to. It's your blessing, and you're not happy about it."

Lingyi shook his head and smiled helplessly: "Yes, yes, I am very lucky. I am very lucky."

As he spoke, Lingyi's consciousness was once again taken away by the book in front of him. Even though the content was disorganized, he was not unable to read it. Lingyi scanned the book at a glance, anxious, worried, but a little tired as he looked at the ancient book in front of him. Every time he turned a page, he would sigh softly, probably because he did not find the material he expected.

After a long time, Lingyi's gaze suddenly stopped on a page, and he murmured the characters in the book softly.

"The Prayer Beast is a beast of good fortune and evil since ancient times. It symbolizes both nobility and integrity as well as greed and plunder."

"The Prayer Beast is different from other creatures in that it has no entity, and its existence cannot be sensed in reality. It can only be judged by the one it is attached to."

"The life possessed by the Wish Beast will awaken a very special and unique ability: Wish. This ability will fulfill the wishes of the possessed life form at a certain price. The greater the wish, the greater the price, and the possessed life form can be either human or other species."

"But I am opposed to the evaluation of the wishing beast, because every attached life form I have come into contact with has chosen the dark side of their heart without exception. The reason is that almost no one can refuse their own wishes. When faced with a dream that is within reach, they only need to pay a certain price to get it. Even if the price is to sacrifice their life, there will be people who devoutly dedicate themselves to them."

"Yes, in a sense, the Wishmon can indeed do things that no one else can do, and can fulfill everyone's dreams and wishes, but its biggest flaw is this unique power. That is..."

When reading this, Lingyi's eyes were slightly shocked, and then turned to loss.

He shook his head regretfully again: "What? I thought it was Doraemon, who could do anything. If he is like this, why should I rely on him to fulfill my dream? It's a fantasy." Lingyi complained, closed the book, rubbed his eyes, and somehow felt unusually heavy on his thighs.

When he looked down, Long Er was already lying on Ling Yi's thighs, his cheek buried in Ling Yi's abdomen, his hands tightly grasping Ling Yi's clothes, his breathing was calm, as if he had fallen asleep.

Lingyi felt his thighs seemed a little numb and wanted to get up and exercise, but when he looked at the sleeping Long'er, he gave up the idea. He quietly admired Long'er's sleeping face, awkwardly tidied the hair by Long'er's ears, and a slight blush appeared on his cheeks.

When he looked up at the closed casting record on the desk again, Lingyi once again recalled the description of the "Wish Beast" just now and frowned slightly.

"Wishbone, Wishbone... Why use the single-person radical "he"? Is it a typo by Uncle Yan? And, does "they" refer to...Wishbone?"

……

Long Er's thoughts were pulled back to reality.

"Hahaha! You are dead, Zero One! Do you think the magic I just performed was just a trick? That was my technique of summoning my clone. Just wait to be crushed to the ground by us, hahaha!" The Diamond Man laughed loudly towards the sky, mocking Zero One.

But Lingyi looked at the man with the square in silence and couldn't help but complain: "Didn't you just tell it all yourself? You gathered the other clones. Is it necessary to emphasize it again?"

"What! You, you can actually see through my mind and understand my heart." The square man roared in shock.

Lingyi couldn't help but pat his head and ignored the square man: "Sorry, it's my fault for being so serious with you."

Lingyi's left hand slowly rose up and pointed at his head. Long Er's voice gradually sounded from Lingyi's mouth: "Xiaoyi, is there something wrong with him?"

Lingyi stretched out his right hand, pressed down the left hand that was pointing at his head, and shook his head: "Long'er, you can't play with fools, or you will become stupid."

But the man with the square card seemed to have heard this clearly, and he shouted at Lingyi: "How dare you! How dare you disrespect me, one of the four worshippers of the gods? Do you know what the consequences of disrespecting me will be!"

"Um, sorry, I really don't know." Lingyi complained out of habit, but as soon as he finished speaking, he immediately slapped his mouth, "That's it, I'm done, I'm done talking again."

Afraid that someone would continue the conversation, Lingyi immediately turned around, activated the "Eye of the Dragon God" and scanned the surroundings vigilantly.

Seeing that Lingyi had his back to him, the square man became excited again: "Ant, you ant, just wait, my army of clones will arrive here immediately, so it won't hurt to let you be proud of yourself at this time."

The method of turning his back to the square man was somewhat useful. At least Zero One no longer paid attention to the square man's shouting.

"Hey! Are you deaf? How dare you ignore me!" the square man roared again.

"Shut up." Lingyi shouted at the man with the square in angrily, his eyes still scanning the surroundings, "Sixteen, seventeen... nineteen, 193 clones?"

"Although their cultivation base is not very high, they are as annoying as flies." Long Er controlled Lingyi's body and waved his hand in disgust.

Lingyi bit his lip lightly and thought: "But I would like to make some big noise. It would be best if I could attract his real body and distract him."

When Long Er heard that Ling Yi wanted to make some big noise, he immediately rubbed his hands restlessly and said, "That's not the easiest thing. Xiao Yi, give your body to me, and I promise to turn this place upside down."

"No, I want to try out my newly completed semi-finished product." Lingyi frowned slightly and looked down at his chest. Lingyi's chest slowly turned red, like the erosion of melted lava. Gradually, a hilt of a sword slowly pushed out of Lingyi's chest. Lingyi grabbed the hilt of the sword and pulled it out of his chest.

The scarlet red lotus sword turned the area within three meters to the side into a sea of ​​fire the moment it was pulled out, and the grass was instantly burned to a charred black, but Lingyi shook his left hand, and a scarlet red scabbard appeared in his hand. It seemed that Lingyi did not pull out the red lotus to fight, because after taking out the scabbard, Lingyi put the red lotus directly into the scabbard and pinned it to his waist.

When Long Er heard Ling Yi not to "do whatever he wants", he started to complain again: "Ah? Why? These guys don't need Xiao Yi to help them, or do you not recognize my strength?"

"What nonsense are you talking about!" Lingyi said angrily, "Just like you said, I also think these guys don't need my wife to help. And if I have to solve it myself, I might as well test the semi-finished product of my new work."

Long Er wanted to make things difficult for Ling Yi, but Ling Yi seemed to have found Long Er's weakness and just casually said "My dear wife" and made Long Er obedient: "Well, I'll let Xiao Yi have the chance this time, but you have to let me have a good time next time."

"Yes, yes, yes." Lingyi shook his head helplessly, patted the red lotus sword at his waist, took a deep breath, and slowly stepped forward.

The square man behind Lingyi looked at Lingyi in surprise, not because Lingyi could burn the ground with just the effort of pulling out the Red Lotus Sword, but because Lingyi was talking to himself, as if he had a split personality.

"This guy, is there something wrong with his brain?" The square man complained in shock.

"It's not your turn to say okay!" Lingyi couldn't help it after all, and turned around and retorted to the man with the square.

Facing the grassland again, Lingyi closed his eyes and took a deep breath. The chaotic wind blew the standing grass, making a slight rustling sound, mixed with a little trampling sound caused by running.

When he opened his eyes again, a clone of the man with the square in front of him had appeared in his field of vision.

"That's him! Surround him, go ahead!"

"kill--"

Like a death squad charging into battle, more than a hundred men with squares were like a swarm of locusts, surrounding Zero One in an instant.

Ling Yi remained calm as he scanned the hundreds of square men surrounding him. He roughly counted the number in his mind and found that they were basically the same: "Are all the people here? If not, I can wait a little longer."

"Hmph, you ignorant brat!" The man with the square who had fought with Lingyi at the beginning suddenly came into the encirclement and confronted Lingyi. "Facing my army of a hundred people, how much chance do you have of winning as an adventurer?"

"Hundreds of people? A large army?" Lingyi repeated with a smile on his face, "You are such an interesting guy."

"Humph, now that death is imminent, you must be scared and start talking nonsense." The man with the square still insisted.

Lingyi suddenly raised his right hand and said, "There is no point in talking any more. Come on, I'm waiting for you all here. Do you want to fight one by one or all together?"

This sentence instantly aroused the anger of the square man, and nearly two hundred square men roared in unison: "You dare to despise me when you are about to die. This is too much!" After that, all the square man clones jumped up together, raised their right fists, and prepared to attack Zero One. And these nearly two hundred clones actually made the same movements, as if they were copied and pasted.

Seeing this, Lingyi didn't want to complain anymore. He held the Red Lotus Sword on his waist in his left hand. A heat suddenly surged into the bracelet on Lingyi's left hand. A red ring slowly appeared on the middle finger of Lingyi's left hand. The ring was not fancy, just a simple ring, but there was a relief of a dragon head on the top of the ring.

As the red lotus continued to release heat and was continuously transported to the ring, the dragon eyes of the dragon head relief gradually turned red.

The moment the dragon's eye turned blood red, Zero One's whole body burst out with scorching hot magic power. The huge magical power fluctuations instantly bounced away the clones of the more than a hundred square men who were approaching him, and they fell one after another.

Then the ring gathered magic power in the palm of his left hand, turning it into a red ball of light. Lingyi slowly passed it to his right hand, slightly closing the five fingers of his right hand and opening the palm of his left hand, as if he was going to put equipment on his right hand.