Yunli planted one foot on the stool. "Try taking out something like that again."
"..."
"Weren't you the one who wanted a weapon?"
Yan Huan pointed at his brick and rifle. "These are my weapons."
"Could it be that only a good sword counts as a weapon, while bricks and the like don't?"
"On some remote planets, people even use hoes, hammers, and spatulas as weapons."
"..." After hearing Yan Huan say that, Yunli silently sat down.
"That actually makes some sense."
"In that case, I'll give it a try."
"So why do you want my weapon?"
Under Yan Huan's gaze, Yunli took the red brick, closed her eyes, and tossed it lightly in her palm.
"Hmm..."
As she kept tossing it, she failed to catch it properly. It smashed into Yan Huan's knee, rolled to the floor, then struck his foot.
"...?"
Yan Huan silently bent down and picked up the brick. "You put on such a mystical act just to hit me?"
"No, no, no... I was only communicating with your weapon."
Yunli opened her eyes, seemingly having received an answer.
"Guess what that brick just said."
"What could it say? It fell on the floor."
"It said... it didn't want to be used to hit people." Yunli folded her arms and explained with complete seriousness:
"All its brothers and sisters were thrown out by you and smashed into tiny pieces."
"Five years ago, they were all together. They made up an old house."
"But that old house was demolished, and the original site was going to be turned into shops. That was why they were piled by the roadside, where you picked them up."
"Its wish is to become part of a house again, to reunite with its brothers and sisters."
After listening to Yunli's story, Yan