Inside the wine glass, a dark red mist that was so thick that it was almost liquefied was flowing.

The fog of the abyss is the first trait I acquired.

After studying it for a few seconds, Fu Qian suddenly made a crazy move - he tilted the wine glass, letting the red mist slowly pour into the palm of his hand.

What is surprising is that the moment the red mist touches the palm, it begins to undergo incomprehensible changes.

Not only did it lose its color instantly, it also dissipated quickly, leaving behind something indescribable in the palm of my hand, similar to a solid shadow.

In the shadows, you can see little stars flickering, as if time and space are isolated.

Is it really true! Wasn’t what I saw just now an illusion?

He thought about it before paying, and took out another sparkling drop-shaped gemstone.

This is another trait lie that I have acquired.

With a little force, the extremely pure gem will decay into slag layer by layer.

At the same time, a solid shadow similar to the one before flowed out from it with a little starlight.

it is as expected!

Paying attention to this miraculous change.

There was a reason for this crazy move. When he was looking around with the prism ripple just now, he discovered something unusual - from two completely different qualities, he actually saw almost the same illusory image, which is what he saw in front of him.

Shadows of twinkling stars.

At this time, there was already a ball the size of a walnut in the palm of Fu Qian's left hand.

What is this, trait residue?

Apart from destroying two more items, there seems to be no other meaning?

He thought for a moment before paying, and then took another gold cup.

There is a hole punched out with a gun on one side of the cup.

This is the golden cup that had the hidden effect last time.

After being damaged by his own gun, under the influence of the warehouse, the contents inside should not have leaked out.

With too much force on the hand, the cup quickly began to deform and decay.

The rippling transparent droplets slowly dripped from the cup, and the moment they came into contact with the palm of his hand, they also turned into a solid shadow, causing the latter to expand a little more.

[Type: Trait]

And just when the golden cup was about to be completely shattered, it seemed to have reached a certain critical point, and a new prompt appeared.
Chapter completed!