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Lin Lang sat up straight, her eyes sparkling with excitement. "What a wonderful thing!"
Yan Kongyue rummaged through her small bag and finally pulled out several beautiful silk pouches. "Each of you gets one!"
Lin Qian grabbed the blue one, Lin Lang snatched the red, and Lin Zhuo took the indigo one. The last pink pouch was hesitantly picked up by Huo Jingyu.
"Wow, such beautiful embroidery!" Lin Lang exclaimed, being someone who was always at the forefront of fashion.
"What is this?" Huo Jingyu asked, sniffing it in front of his nose, thinking it might be a scented pouch.
"But it has no scent at all!" Lin Qian said, turning the pouch upside down to empty its contents.
"Why don’t I have one?" Feng Xing looked longingly at the pouches in their hands.
"I said each person gets one!" Yan Kongyue replied.
"Aren't I a person too?" Feng Xing's eyes were filled with grievance, making him look like a wronged wife.
"Didn't your dad give you one?"
"That’s not from my dad; it’s not from you!"
Yan Kongyue gritted her teeth. "Have I ever given you anything less? Go away!"
"Hey, I'm Brother Lin. What’s going on here?"
"This is a Qiankun Bag!"
"Qiankun Bag!" Lin Zhuo also lost his composure.
"That's right! However, it only has a capacity of one thousand square meters. You’ll have to make do with it; it's enough for carrying personal items."
"One thousand square meters is just making do?" Lin Lang looked at his villa and then at the Qiankun Bag in his hand. His villa was only a little over a thousand square meters across three floors.
"Huh? Why can't I fit this in?" Lin Qian held up a sofa cushion and tried to shove it into the Qiankun Bag.
"Try something smaller; there's no way that big cushion will fit into such a small pouch!" Huo Jingyu glanced at his phone, realizing that it did seem rather large.
"You just need to drip your blood on the bag, and then you can use your mind to store things inside!"
Lin Qian's eyes lit up as she opened her mouth and bit her fingertip. "Ouch! Ouch! That hurts!"
"Fourth Brother, do you have a needle?"
"I need to find Auntie!"
"I have it!" Yan Kongyue exclaimed as she pulled out her silver needle from her small bag. Without giving Lin Qian any time to react, she swiftly pricked his hand.
"Hiss! That doesn't hurt!" Lin Qian managed to squeeze out a drop of blood, and fearing it wouldn't be enough, he pressed out two more drops. As the blood dripped onto the Qiankun Bag, it was absorbed completely—so thoroughly that there wasn't even a trace left behind.
"Throw the cushion!" Lin Qian grabbed the cushion again, thinking about putting it inside, and just like that, the cushion vanished.
"Wow!" Huo Jingyu's eyes widened in surprise.
"Take it out!"
The cushion reappeared in Lin Qian's hands, and now there was no need for Yan Kongyue to intervene. Huo Jingyu was the first to grab the silver needle and jabbed it into his own hand with determination.
Soon, the living room became lively. One moment the coffee table disappeared, and the next moment the carpet was gone too, only to reappear one by one.
"This is incredible! In the future, when I go out of town to shoot, I won't need to bring so many things!"
Inside, time stood still; living creatures couldn't be stored, but food could be kept fresh. "You can even stockpile some bottled water in there for convenience."
"But what if you lose it?"
"You can't lose it. If you move more than a foot away from the Qiankun Bag, it will automatically return to you. No one else can take anything from inside."
"Exactly! Such a magical item can't be that easy to lose."
"That's right. Unless you die, no one else can take it."
"Now I feel reassured!" Huo Jingyu remarked, now appreciating the pink color as well.
Lin Qian seemed to suddenly remember something; he paused his movements and glanced at Yan Kongyue's small handbag.
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