Chapter 11 The Fraudulent Luo Bao
The little silver dragon was shaken and felt uncomfortable, so it vomited out a few more things. Seeing this, Ye Luo was overjoyed and picked up a red bracelet. The bracelet was shaped like a lifelike dragon and looked like it was no ordinary item.
What is this?
The little silver dragon's tail bore the inscription: "Storage Bracelet, capable of holding all things."
"A storage bracelet? What a treasure!" Ye Luo looked at the bracelet in her hand, her heart racing.
He remembered that in the original work, only divine-grade storage devices were made into accessories, such as rings, necklaces, and bracelets.
"The bracelet looks too feminine... Do you have a ring?"
"No, Mother said it was for her future daughter-in-law..."
"???"
These words made Ye Luo, who was about to accept the bracelet, pause. He returned it to Ye Luo, saying, "Uh... here you go, keep it safe."
Don't you want it?
Ye Luo coughed lightly, "No, red is too eye-catching."
He picked up a black bone whip, its smooth bone spikes gleaming with a chilling light. He tried to swing it, and the stone table that was struck shattered into several pieces instantly…
"Holy crap, what is this?"
"This is the Dragon Bone Whip; it can even transform into a sword."
"Huh? How does it change?"
"Why don't you try channeling your spiritual energy into it?"
"Oh~"
Ye Luo looked excited and expectant as she poured spiritual energy into the dragon bone whip in her hand, but after a long time there was no reaction. "Hey, it doesn't seem to be working?"
The little silver dragon pondered for a moment, then continued writing in the air with its tail: "Perhaps your spiritual power is too little to activate it."
After saying that, it raised its tail and tapped it lightly. The dragon bone whip instantly glowed red, and the loose joints quickly closed up. The bone spikes on it stood upside down and solidified into a black bone-piercing sword.
"..." Ye Luo's eyes twitched slightly. Sure enough, those with low cultivation levels are not worthy of using treasures.
Ye Luo picked up the piercing sword in her hand and swung it forward, instantly leaving a sword mark on the stone wall.
"Holy crap! This bone sword is pretty good!" This bone-piercing sword looks like a spiked club. If it hits someone, it would tear off a layer of flesh!
The little silver dragon wrote with a smug look: "Of course! This is a magic weapon that my father personally crafted from the bones of a demonic dragon. He said it's a gift for my future daughter-in-law!"
"..."
Ye Luo stared at it speechlessly, wondering if it was doing it on purpose.
He looked at the magical artifact in his hand, quite fond of it, and a mischievous smile appeared on his lips. He coughed lightly and said, "I think your father misunderstood. Girls like pretty and delicate things. This dragon bone whip is too ugly; she definitely won't like it."
"Oh? Is that so?"
Ye Luo said earnestly, "Yes, trust me, I'm right, so you don't need it anymore, I'll take care of it for you!"
Seeing that the little silver dragon seemed to be deep in thought, he didn't wait for it to speak, quickly used his blood to recognize it as his own and absorbed it into his body. "So I'll gladly accept this magic weapon as your rent."
Ye Luo looked at the person lying on the bed, picked up a book to cover their face, and chuckled to themselves with smug satisfaction.
At this moment, he looked at the name on the book, suddenly froze, and exclaimed, "Nine Netherworld Ruthless Technique!"
Isn't this the martial arts technique that the mysterious man bought at the auction that day?
He sat up abruptly, looking at the drowsy little silver dragon on the bed, and a sudden guess came to his mind, "Silly dragon, have you been to Wuling City? And to the auction house?"
The little silver dragon closed its tired eyes, its tail coiled around his wrist, and fell into a deep sleep without answering.
"?"
Ye Luo stroked his chin, feeling that there was a high probability that this silly dragon was the mysterious man...
This is the world of cultivation, where even demonic beasts can transform into human form, let alone dragons.
But... how did he end up like this?
It’s over!
Ye Luo's heart skipped a beat. He took out the Dragon Bone Whip, his face bitter. He should have known better than to covet his future wife's magic weapon. What if she regained her memories...
Wouldn't he be doomed then?!
"These magical artifacts have already recognized their master, what are we going to do?!"
Ye Luo poked his cheek with her fingertips; he looked quite cute even while asleep. "Sigh, since I've taken so many benefits from you, I'll take good care of you."
If he suddenly regains his memory one day, perhaps he'll spare his life out of consideration for their past relationship...
He placed the sleeping little silver dragon in his arms, tidied himself up a bit, and then went out to prepare some talisman materials in preparation for entering the forbidden area of the spirit palace.
After several days of hard work, Ye Luo finally finished refining a bottle of Fragrance-Suppressing Pills. He took one out and swallowed it, then shook the sleeping little silver dragon awake and asked, "Smell me, do I still smell good?"
The little silver dragon sniffed his neck, its gaze wavering slightly as it shook its head.
"That's it!" Ye Luo was overjoyed. This was the pill formula he had researched, and he never expected that it would actually be successfully refined.
Now all that's missing are the spiritual herbs from the forbidden area of the Spiritual Abode. We'll gather as many as possible and try to refine a medicine to suppress estrus, so we can get through our estrus cycle on our own in the future.
"Perfect!"
"Junior Brother..." At this moment, Ye Luo heard the sound outside the cave, so he got up and walked outside. He saw a wooden box on the ground at the cave entrance.
Without a doubt, it was Feng Yue who released it.
Ye Luo opened the box with a puzzled look, and a white light shot out with a "whoosh," revealing a folding fan-shaped magical artifact floating in front of him.
Ritual implements?
"Fourth Senior Brother, are you still there?"
"Here, here... I'll give you this magical artifact." Feng Yue peeked out from behind a tree trunk.
Seeing this, Ye Luo didn't go over, but bowed to him and said, "Thank you, Fourth Senior Brother!"
Feng Yue nodded and retreated back into the tree trunk. "The forbidden area is dangerous... This is a newly crafted flying magic weapon of mine, which also has wind attribute and is extremely fast... You, you don't listen to Third Senior Sister and try to fight it head-on. If you can't beat them because there are too many of you, just run away."
"Alright! Junior brother understands."
After waiting for a long time, Ye Luo still didn't hear him speak, so she tentatively asked, "Fourth Senior Brother, are you still there?"
The night wind rustled the leaves, and there was no response from him. Sure enough, he had quietly left again.
"Sigh, I need to help him overcome his social anxiety when I have time..."
Ye Luo took the magical folding fan, flicked it towards the sky and it suddenly grew larger. She couldn't wait to urge it to fly and experience it. It was several times faster than Bai Ruoqian's flying carpet.
Does this break the rule that 'good things always go to the junior sister'?
With her self-centered and arrogant personality, if she found out, wouldn't she be furious? Hahaha!
As expected, only by staying away from that jinxed female lead can cannon fodder characters deserve a new life.
Suddenly, he remembered that there seemed to be a defensive magic array that Fu Zhenghan had made for her on her flying carpet, and an idea suddenly came to his mind.
Why don't he make one for himself too?
Just do it.
After circling in the sky, he hurriedly returned to his cave.
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