Thinking of the last time he took a mirror, Ding Xiaoyi was a little angry. His big health care... bah... a big sword, in the end, he got a mirror that could only tell the names of dishes.

It can only be used three times a day, which feels like a waste no matter how you think about it.

Thinking of this, Ding Xiaoyi took two steps forward, but he only stopped within the fence. The distance between the two was neither close nor far.

"Uncle, is the mirror you gave me last time broken? I can only use it three times a day. If I'm not doing anything, I'll give you the recipe. I'm not a cook. I always follow the recipe!"

Listening to Ding Xiaoyi's complaints and complaints, the old man's mouth twitched a few times, and he said with a smile: "If people's hearts are not enough, snakes swallow elephants, and you still think you are at a disadvantage!"

"I don't dare. How dare I say it's a loss? I just... think... it's a bit insufficient. How about you keep an eye on it and give me something else?"

Faced with Ding Xiaoyi's shameless side, the old man couldn't help but roll his eyes at Ding Xiaoyi.

"Humph, you really dare to say that!"

The old man smashed his cigarette holder and blew out a puff of green smoke.

"That mirror was originally called the Listening Mirror, but it's a great treasure. It's just that I used to be with the cook, so I got into the habit of telling the names of dishes. If you think three times a day is too little, just put your index finger on it.

Bite it open and feed it with blood!"

Having said this, the old man smiled, and that smile always made me feel that this old guy had evil intentions.

I'm afraid it's not that simple. There must be other requirements.

Sure enough, the old man continued:

"As long as you feed it blood, it will wake up. As long as the blood stains are not dry, it will be no problem if you use it several times. But when the time comes, he wants you to do something, and you must agree to it, no matter how many requests it makes.

It’s outrageous, you have to do it!”

“Everything has to be done??”

He was looking forward to it at first, but after hearing this, he felt that there seemed to be a bit of a trick in it.

"Yes, it must be done. If you don't do it, he will rush out of the mirror and eat you!"

What a trap!

If this were anything else, it would be easy to talk about. I'm afraid you don't know what this mirror wants you to do. What if it makes you kill people and set fire to it?

Thinking about it, he felt that if it was not necessary in the future, it would be better not to feed blood to the mirror. Three times a day was a little less, but at least it was safe.
Chapter completed!