"Have you gotten a prosthetic eye?" Jiang Shu suddenly asked Su Xiaoou.
Su Xiaoou was startled and replied subconsciously, "Not yet, I'm still saving up, I'm thinking..."
"Then forget about getting a prosthetic eye," Jiang Shu interrupted her flatly.
"Huh? But why..." Su Xiaoou frowned. She'd been considering a prosthetic eye for a long time, and it was also the reason she was earning money—so she could install a high-quality prosthetic eye.
It could be said that before she knew Jiang Shu, she was saving money to buy that powerful revolver, but after she got her revenge, she was saving for a quality prosthetic eye.
"A prosthetic eye will affect magic," Jiang Shu told her seriously, "On a small scale, it will affect your hand speed and movements, and even hamper your thinking; on a larger scale, the data transmission of a prosthetic eye will interfere with the magical elements in the air, thereby affecting the success rate of your magic."
"Huh? Really?" Su Xiaoou blinked.
