"It's nothing." Xu Xin got up from the ground, his brow slightly furrowed.
That pillow just now, in Xu Xin's hand, was as heavy as a big rock.
Why is that?
And the pen just now too, much heavier than an ordinary pen.
Clearly, it's a plastic-cased pen, yet it feels as heavy as a gold bar.
His current state, it seems...
Is he being restricted from interfering with the things in this world?
Although he can touch them, he can only affect those insignificant things.
For example, the dust on the subway handrail can be wiped off by him, and just now, the plastic ballpoint pen can be tossed up by him.
But that's all.
Anything heavier...
He tried to pick up the water cup on the desk, but he couldn't lift it.
"Bro, you've turned into a weakling in this world, huh?" Xu Ying laughed out loud, "You can't even lift a cup."
As she spoke, she looked at the blanket on her bed, "If I cover you with the blanket, will you be unable to move?"
