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Chapter 825 Baked Sweet Potatoes

In the vast wilderness, with the stars shining on the ground at night, a group of young people were sitting around a campfire, drinking wine and chatting.

The aroma of roasted sweet potatoes is so fragrant that it makes the mountain god's mouth water.

"Is this a roasted sweet potato?" Ah Man stared straight at the roasted sweet potato and licked his lips.

Yang Huang and Qin Qi were drinking wine, and Qin Li also ordered a drink. After drinking, they all became much more relaxed.

"The stars are so beautiful tonight, and I suddenly miss my mother so much." Qin Li's cheeks were a little red because of drinking, but her eyes were very bright.

"Me too." Qin Qi looked at her sister with a soft smile on her face.

Yang Huang looked at the two brothers and sister, and drank another glass of wine, with a hint of casualness between his brows.

Qin Li brought the roasted sweet potatoes to Yang Huang with a soft smile on her face.

Yang Huang took the roasted sweet potato and took a bite. The hot aroma hit his face.

"Is Aman delicious?" Qin Li looked at Aman who was eating roasted sweet potatoes with a happy smile on his small face.

"It's so delicious!" Ah Man nodded while eating.

Qin Li found that since Aman turned back into a little boy, his attitude towards them seemed to have changed.

Even though he is over 800 years old, his mind is actually that of a little boy.

"Damn leech, are you homesick? I've never heard you mention your family before?" Qin Li drank another glass of wine, a little tipsy, and reached out to pat Yang Huang on the shoulder.

The mountain god on the side looked at Yang Huang while eating roasted sweet potatoes, and said: "This little brother's spiritual power is quite pure, and he is a material that can be made."

"He is just a dead leech, hum!" Although Qin Li said this, there was a hint of joy in her eyes.

Because, in her heart, she very much agreed with what the mountain god said.

A faint smile appeared on the corner of Yang Huang's mouth, he looked at Qin Li and said softly: "I grew up in the mountains since I was a child. My master taught me Taoism and magic."

In fact, he no longer has any memory of his parents. Even if he does, it may only exist in his dreams.

Qin Qi looked at Yang Huang. He was leaning on the stone, looking at the flames of the bonfire with a hint of loss in his eyes.

The evening breeze blew by, and his hair was fluttering gently in the corners of his eyes. At this moment, the girl's heart was like a beating bonfire, dancing with the wind.

"Brother Yang, in fact, I think everyone is suffering, and we are just enjoying ourselves in suffering." Qin Qi took a sip of wine and said in a sincere tone as she was a little tipsy.

Yang Huang nodded, turned to look at Qin Qi, and said: "Actually, this world is quite good. There is wine to drink, sweet potatoes to eat, and... friends like you."

He may also be a little drunk, so he would not say these words normally. Or maybe the starry sky is beautiful today, which reminds him of his life when he was studying in the mountains/

"Brother Yang, me too. It's an honor to meet you." After saying that, Qin Qi raised her wine glass, and others followed suit. Everyone clinked their glasses and drank it down.

Aman and Shanshen on the side did not drink, they were concentrating on eating delicious roasted sweet potatoes, and they were very satisfied.

"Lord Mountain God, why do mortals always say they are happy even though they have a lot of troubles?" Ah Man didn't fully understand the emotions of mortals, so he blinked at the Mountain God and asked.

The mountain god was very satisfied with the piece of sweet potato in his hand. This was the first time he had eaten this kind of food.

"Because the life span of mortals is very short, they have to use a very limited time to experience the many feelings in the world." The mountain god replied while eating sweet potatoes.

Ah Man still didn't quite understand what the mountain god's words meant, but he felt very happy eating sweet potatoes and listening to a few mortals chatting.

After three rounds of drinking, everyone was a little drunk. Qin Qi and Qin Li were already too drunk, so they both leaned on the big stone and fell asleep.

The others were also full of food and wine, lying on the ground casually and falling asleep. The mountain god was lying on his back, snoring loudly now, and Ah Man was lying next to him, feeling like a little kid.

Only Yang Huang still had his eyes slightly open. He looked at the sleeping postures of everyone, and a faint smile couldn't help but appear at the corner of his mouth.

His eyes fell on the face of Qin Li, who was already sleeping soundly. Her eyes moved slightly, and a feeling of warmth filled her heart.

The girl was sleeping soundly at the moment. Her cheeks were red due to drinking, which made her already sweet-looking even more well-behaved and cute.

A gentle smile appeared on Yang Huang's face unconsciously, thinking to himself, this little grasshopper usually looks so unruly, but now he looks really well-behaved.

A gust of evening breeze blew by, and Qin Li seemed to feel a little cold, and she curled up unconsciously.

Yang Huang was slightly startled, and subconsciously reached out to take off his coat and covered Qin Li's body.

He looked at the girl's sleeping face, and for some reason, he felt a sense of satisfaction in his heart.

Yang Huang turned to look at the night sky. The stars were still shining brightly. He suddenly felt as if he was in a dream.

Could it be that when he wakes up, he will still be learning from his master on the mountain?

He sighed slightly, a slightly melancholy smile always hanging on his handsome face.

The next day, the mountain god was in the cave helping Yang Huang reforge the sword.

Ah Man continued to practice his magic power with the spiritual power in the cave. Qin Qi and his sister were also practicing kung fu hard, hoping to help Yang Huang. Lu Liu and Xiao Shi were responsible for cooking and other sundries.

The mountain god picked up the black iron sword from the stream, looked at it carefully, and nodded, "It seems to be effective. After soaking in the stream for a night, the black iron became much more transparent."

Yang Huang looked at the shiny Black Iron Sword with a joyful smile on his lips.

"Mountain God, how long does it take to make a sword?" Yang Huang asked.

"It depends on the individual's spiritual power. If it is you, I estimate that it will take three days at the earliest." The mountain god looked at Yang Huang seriously and warned: "You must not rush too fast, otherwise you will not be able to do it in haste."

Da, you will still lose your vitality greatly."

"Okay, I understand." Yang Guang also nodded seriously.

"Come, come with me." The mountain god called to Yang Huang and followed him towards the cave and inside.

"Hey! Damn leech, where are you going?" Qin Li asked.

"I will take him to the spiritual power pool to forge a sword, and you all will wait here." The mountain god replied.

"Then why can't we go with the dead leech?" In fact, Qin Li felt a little worried about Yang Huang.

"He needs to rely on his own spiritual power to forge swords. I'm afraid you will disturb him there." The mountain god explained patiently.

When Qin Li heard the mountain god's words, there was still a trace of hesitation in her eyes.


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