"Concentrate."

In Tyrion's mind, a black dot appeared on the white plain, and then a second one. They were suspended in the air, constantly jumping up and down, like the woman's ** of Dorn (South Area of ​​Westeros).

Sure enough, a black-haired Dornese woman appeared on the plain, her waist swaying towards him, and the two black dots were still shaking. Tyrion opened his arms and was about to welcome a warm and sweet hug, but he saw that Dornese woman turned into a blonde woman from the West, with his sister's face. Queen Cersei shook her, used her sharp nails to tear her skin open, pulled out her internal organs, stuffed it into her mouth and ate it all.

"Ahhhhh!" Tyrion screamed suddenly.

"Failed again? I told you to concentrate and drink some water." Zhao Mai closed a thick book with a red cover, which was full of the most sinister and terrifying supernatural skills of the Witch King, which were far from something Tyrion could contact at the beginner stage. He took everyone back to Tyrion City, waiting for the "deep water base" to form a scale before building the vibrating gold water diversion project. After running in the desert for a long time, he also needed to combine work and rest.

The dwarf sat up, holding his head in his hands, shaking it. "I know I have too many distracting thoughts and can think of many things at once, but I have never hated my ability as much as I am today." He picked up the water bag beside him, pulled out the plug and smelled it, and looked disgusted. "It's really water? Why, are you so poor that you can't afford to buy wine?"

"You have to take care of your body. Long-term alcoholism and indulgence reduce your height and destroy your health. These physical problems will react in your spiritual world. Maybe this is why you haven't learned the supernatural powers yet."

"Give me wine and women, I promise to learn the supernatural powers for you."

"It doesn't matter whether you can learn the supernatural powers of your mind or not." Zhao Mai felt that Tyrion has been a little lazy in recent days. It is very likely that he has left his familiar hometown and arrived in this completely unfamiliar world. Perhaps the sense of urgency can restore him to normal. "All I need is your flexible mind and keen observation, and this does not require you to have any magical powers, or even you are alive. This book records how to use supernatural powers to extract souls and create spiritual crystals. Although the success rate is a bit low, but... But this multiverse is not only Westeros, nor is it only you and Tyrion."

"I just want wine and women, you're going to replace me? I don't know who is more cruel, you or my father." The little devil took two sips of water and then made an exaggerated dry retching expression. "This is too hard to drink!"

"That's pure water, what's so bad?" Zhao Mai shook his head and said, "Tyrion, this is not the Westeros continent. No one knows the reputation of the Lannister family. Even in Westeros, so what about it? Your brother was cut off from his sword's hand? Most of the people here have psychic abilities, and the environment of this world is particularly suitable for generating and practicing psychic abilities. If you can't learn it, then you will easily encounter danger."

"Didn't you give me a set of invisible armor?"

"Area Denier Armor, that's its name." Zhao Mai shook his head: "That thing can prevent accidents, but it cannot fully protect your safety. No matter how good the armor is, it is just armor. It will not stop you from drinking poisonous wine, nor will it prevent you from being buried and suffocating to death. Even if it is hypnosis of the mind, there are many ways to avoid causing the armor's reaction, let alone I can punch through the armor."

Tyrion drank a sip of water and said, "It seems that my good days are indeed over."

"You have to get through the beginning stage." Zhao Mai said to Tyrion: "What did I do when I was on my first trip? Even the language had to be translated slowly by dictionary and practiced from pronunciation. Not to mention the supernatural powers, I couldn't even finish cooking by ignition. Don't look at me now, you just haven't seen me in bad luck. You haven't been sold as a slave or forced to jump into a volcano, right?"

"Ah, that's not true. If something like that happens, don't forget to ask me to see it." Tyrion put down his water bag. "Forget it, say something interesting. Have you noticed that the relationship between Dogian and Satiri suddenly became very good? Are you all three together for nights?"

"Yes, do you want to learn some skills?" Zhao Mai said with a smile: "Actually, it's all small things, such as staying healthy, drinking more water, exercising more physically and learning supernatural powers, and you'll have everything. Tyrion, do you know what the most beautiful woman in the world looks like?"

"Oh, I like this topic!" Tyrion dragged the small stool and ran to sit opposite Zhao Mai.

"When you practice your spiritual superpowers to a high level, you can create it. Only your own heart knows what you like best." Zhao Mai said with a smile: "What you see in the concept of spiritual superpowers is all your inner needs. It's just that you have to understand the profound meaning under the appearance, and you also have a way to control your own heart. Wild superpowers are not small, but most users eventually become madmen, and the best ones are mental abnormalities and cognitive impairments. I don't think you want to have any impact on your aesthetic standards, right?"

"Give me aside, don't say that what you think in your heart is a real need! Can you see your sister's ** in your mind's supernatural powers have something more terrifying than this?"

"Didn't your brother come over the horror?" Zhao Mai joked.

"Even people in other worlds know the relationship between them? This is another kind of famous!" Tyrion looked at Zhao Mai and finally asked, "How do you make sure you are real, not the character in other people's books?"

"I'm not sure. If possible, I will try to unravel this mystery, but the greater possibility is that I will always have this question for the rest of my life. In fact, I'm more worried than you," Zhao Mai said: "At least your fate is different from Tyrion Lannister in the book. You have different experiences, different presents and certain futures. So what else can you be picky about? Isn't the so-called freedom exactly like this? Isn't I still sure whether I am free or continue to move forward along the trajectory drawn by some will."

"Yes, I still have the chance to meet the author of the book. You don't even know whether the author exists." Tyrion grinned and made a giggle, "If you met the author, what would you ask for?"

"It was probably caught and kept in captivity, and let him keep writing books. If he didn't obey, he would kill him, take out his brain and soul, and study how he knew about me. After all, I have a field and it is difficult for the outside world to detect." Zhao Mai shrugged: "Where are you?"

“I would throw books about me on his face and laugh at him, and celebrate freedom in this way,” Tyrion said. “I have a feeling that the man who wrote me was a fat man in glasses.”
Chapter completed!