"Why don't you get some invisible slaves? I always feel that you don't have the pride you deserve for your bloodline..."
Keshia held a portrait of an elderly gentleman who looked a bit demented in his mouth, then flapped his wings and tried to hang it on the wall.
After he expertly hung it up, Keshia couldn't help but look at Ai Ma, who was using a specially purchased spiritual energy infusion ritual to inject the spirit into the portrait below, and complained.
Then, Emma picked up a piece of construction debris on the ground and threw it without looking back!
"Ouch..."
The construction debris accurately hit Keshia, and after wailing, Kshia continued the work assigned to it by Emma, ​​but it still couldn't help but mutter:
"You are a warlock. There is no need to train throwing skills that have nothing to do with your bloodline just to teach an innocent little dragon a lesson..."
"Shut up, if you don't want to continue to get beaten..."
Emma didn't look back, but Keshia felt a hint of suppressed irritability in her voice.
This instantly turned him into a good baby. After all, this is not a world with abundant resources.
In this plane of the dead magic network, it didn't think it would be well treated without Emma.
Especially after watching comics online for so long, he has a clearer understanding of this.
"Humanity's useless thoughts...why don't you get rid of them?"
"I remember that in my inherited memory there is a ritual on how to transform from a dragon vein into a real dragon..."
"You see you have put a lot of energy and time into this, and your treasury is already ugly, and even now it doesn't make you feel happy... Can you tell me, your... wonderful
Any ideas?”
But there is no doubt that if Keshia could restrain her death-seeking nature, Emma's throwing might not be so accurate.
But this time, Emma was rare and did not get lost. Instead, she stopped, then rubbed her somewhat messy fiery red hair, turned her head and stared at the somewhat hairy Keshia and said:
"Because I am sure that completing it is a very interesting job. Although the process is not so smooth, the result is beyond doubt..."
Emma looked at the messy construction waste on the ground and the corridor that still looked empty - as long as you have enough network disaster coins, it is not difficult to build a pure material castle in a short time.
The real problem lies in the construction of those magical scenes.
Emma has given up on completely following the project volume recorded in the book - that is not realistic, neither for her ability nor for the comprehensive network disaster coins.
She could only restore it as much as possible, and which ones could be accomplished at a relatively low cost, and which ones seemed simple but impractical, Emma needed to pick them out one by one.
This made her feel irritated as she had gradually become dependent on the violent flames of her bloodline, but this seemed like a kind of washing out.
Her will, her thoughts and her magical abilities were all tempered in this arduous and complicated magic castle construction project.
She felt that a restless will began to slowly dissipate, and she began to gradually become calmer, but it was not that she lost her temperature, but that she was accumulating the fire in her heart in a more stable and suppressed form.
When it needs to erupt, it is like a roaring volcano, erupting in an instant with destructive power that changes the color of the world.
Emma paused, then she continued to look at Keshia and said:
"Also, do you think that for me, a human body or a dragon body will determine my thoughts?"
"Baby, you have to remember - you should be the one who decides your thoughts, not the blood in your body!"
Keshia blinked, then tilted his head and looked at her and said:
"Really, but when I look at your previous videos on YouTube, it doesn't seem like your current personality. You..."
"Ouch..."
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"This is?"
Xin An looked at the large and thick classics that Yi Qiu threw to him, and then said with some confusion.
He glanced at the cover of the book, which seemed to be a portrait of four creatures intertwined together.
Xin An felt a little familiar, and behind him, the ghost girl Shan Wei also came to look at him with curiosity.
""Pandaria's Cooking - Master Level" is enough for you to learn for a long time - provided you can learn it."
"I'll see if I can get formal vocational training methods related to cooking later. Now you can hone your skills first."
Yi Qiu looked at him and said, after upgrading the evil wind yesterday, Yi Qiu felt that his accumulation at this stage was enough, and he decided to hit a wave of professional levels.
At this time, there is still almost a month before the official start of the Canyon Competition, which is enough for Yi Qiu to complete this small stage of retreat.
But before that, he needs to arrange the subsequent development of Xin An and Yin Zhong.
The "Culinary Science of Pandaria - Master Level" was something he went to Qinglong Temple on a Zen pilgrimage to read and copy from the classics yesterday. For him, these things are also quite beneficial.
However, there is less pure meat, and most of them are fish. This may be related to the fact that Yi Qiu copied it from Qinglong Temple.
Although the Monkey's special professional ability allows Yi Qiu to have a more advanced teaching method, for now, neither Xin'an nor Yin Zhong has reached the corresponding lower limit of teaching.
This is the inheritance of extraordinary abilities, which means that at least the corresponding recipient needs to be a life in the extraordinary stage to be able to accept it.
After all, in terms of pure measurement, in terms of life level, a creature with a life level of level 10 means an extraordinary life.
But for creatures that have no life level or cannot be calculated based on life level, it becomes more complicated.
Yi Qiu didn't know the specific values ​​of Xin An and Yin Zhong's current life levels, because it was too microscopic for him.
It's not that this level of observation is microscopic, but that the energy field at this stage of life is difficult for Yi Qiu to distinguish.
Because in Yi Qiu's view, they are all so weak and dim.
The life field is not like other things that can be accurately quantified. It is an ideal manifestation based on the living body and will.
That is to say, Yi Qiu can observe the light it displays, but more specific manifestations require corresponding knowledge or experience to judge. This has no direct relationship with whether his observation ability is deep enough.
As for Yin Zhong's words, Yi Qiu touched his bald head.
It is not strange to advance from a monk to a sword master. Although it is not the best choice, its compatibility is not too low.
Compared with auxiliary skills such as cooking, it is unlikely that a formal profession can be completely obtained from books.
Because it is not just a few skills, but a relatively three-dimensional and comprehensive thing.
After thinking about it, Yi Qiu looked at the top of Yin Zhongguang's head and felt that now that the matter was over, let him practice as a monk step by step.
By the time he had the ability to advance to become a Sword Master, I guess he was already a little aware of it.
Thinking of this, Yi Qiu suddenly felt enlightened.
Chapter completed!