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The cells' pleasure told me I wanted more, so I savored the remaining grains. Dragon blood rice was indeed extraordinary; it melted gently in my mouth, its fragrance filling my nose and lingering on my lips, without any side effects.
Huifu and the others quietly and gently began to refine it. Jingzhai tasted it lightly, seemingly noting how it differed from other dragon blood rice, or from the dragon blood rice of the past.
Han Linling quickly finished tasting the food and gently came to her side.
A black dragon scale armor, each scale brimming with immense power and awe-inspiring presence. The scales are tightly fitted together, revealing a deep, dark black hue.
A hint of love and expectation flickered in his eyes.
She said softly, "Thank you, Bell."
The armor was gently slipped on, feeling both heavy and strangely comfortable, as if it possessed a spirit, quickly covering the entire body without the slightest sense of incongruity, as if it were an integral part of the body.
Han Linling carefully examined her masterpiece, nodded, and seemed quite satisfied.
She whispered, 'My lover must wear the armor at all times from now on.'
She nodded gently, her soft fingers clasped together, and said softly, "Okay, thank you for your hard work, Ling'er."
Nodding slightly, she was quite pleased. Leaning gently against the hand on her waist, she whispered, "Chen Lang has brought most of the Dragon Blood Rice and the nearly ripe Spirit Wheat with him."
The spiritual energy in this sacred land is abundant, and the next batch will mature quickly. Before long, there will be more and more spiritual plants.
Only when Shen Lang is safe can we be at ease.
Her eyes held deep love, and her heart overflowed with boundless emotions. It was a profound infatuation and longing. She hoped to be with Shen Lang forever, sharing every beautiful moment together.
However, he also understood that Shen Lang was not an ordinary person. Even if he had been an ordinary person before, his current identity and responsibilities prevented him from living as freely as an ordinary person.
Especially with the internal strife in Qi and the entry of the Red Kingdom, if the war continues, it will inevitably spread here sooner or later.
With deep love in his heart, he gently pulled his beloved into his arms, holding her tightly, wanting to say nothing more at this moment.
Jingzhai leaped over, a smile playing on her lips, and whispered softly. The longer they spent together, the more she felt a strange sense of peace, and she chuckled softly.
Han Linling glanced at it lightly and whispered, "Sister, you seem to be in a good mood. I heard that another demon-slaying guard has been established in the royal city. Aren't you worried?"
Jingzhai gently shook his head. 'The royal family has grown up after all. With my elder brother gone and no one of usable men, every step we take is difficult. But with the Demon-Slaying Guard at our disposal, if we can truly succeed, we should at least have the power to protect ourselves.'
His eyes were calm, showing little concern, but rather a sense of relief at finally growing up.
He whispered, "Within the royal city, there are many powerful forces, but only my brother, the emperor, can truly control them. Others would also find it difficult, each with their own constraints."
If my nephew remains indecisive and makes no move, he may not even be able to save his own life. The Demon Slayer Division and the Exorcist Guard exist because of people, and they will also perish because of people. Let each make their own choices and observe quietly.
Nestled close to her lover, she didn't want to think about anything else. Her eyes were like a pool of spring water, without a trace of tension or anxiety, only calmness and composure.
No matter how much the rain and wind may batter me, I will remain as steadfast as a rock.
Han Linling nodded slightly and didn't ask any further questions; it was just something she said casually.
She wrapped her arms around Chen Lang's waist and whispered, "Captain Guan's armor has been completed, and the message has been sent. We'll discuss it further once Captain Guan has found the spirit ore he desires."
He nodded with a hint of satisfaction and blew softly, "Although Yan is old and it is difficult for him to forge spirituality, his craftsmanship is still quite good. He invented some nice little gadgets before."
One or two of them would be fine for farming. We'll manufacture a batch of dragon scales first, so Yunqing and the others can use them, and then we'll manufacture the components. The only problem is that the iron ore consumption is quite high.
He stroked their hair and nodded, 'You can just ask Elder Weng and the others about these expenses.'
They spoke softly and briefly, leaning on each other in silence, as if for a long time.
Liu Qianqian and Ji Xixi whispered to each other, then smiled gently at the three of them.
In a soft whisper, Ji Xixi said gently, "Sister Qianqian, since your physical form has solidified, and you know me, we can exchange ideas more often."
Liu Qianqian nodded gently.
As Yun Su carefully comprehended the situation, she slowly awoke. Some of her inexplicable innate qualities seemed to have been slightly replenished, though not much, but the sensation was exceptionally clear.
Yun Qing was already waiting quietly beside him, while glancing at the three people from Jingzhai in the distance.
Yun Su chuckled softly.
He Chen gently waved his hand, and Yun Su slowly approached, her steps light and elegant, her waist soft and slender, each step as if she were walking on clouds, ethereal and otherworldly.
He came to her side and gently embraced her, whispering, "Send some Dragon Blood Rice to the royal city."
Yun Su glanced at her lover with eyes full of joy and whispered, "Okay, I'll take care of this."
She whispered again, "Thank you, Shen Lang."
As time passed, the women slowly awoke, each gaining their own understanding.
Wanqing and Rourou gently boiled a pot of water, carefully rinsed the teaware with the clear water, and gently picked up the teapot, put in six tea leaves. The tea leaves were green and dripping, as if they were from a spiritual spring.
After a short while, the tea leaves unfurled in the water, releasing a faint fragrance.
He quickly poured the tea into the numerous teacups. He said softly, "Please, everyone."
Everyone thanked them in hushed tones, then slowly picked up a cup of tea. The aroma of the tea was fragrant and refreshing, seemingly possessing a magical power that made people feel relaxed and happy.
Tea for a tranquil mind: There is no separation between self and things; the fragrance of tea carries inherent feelings.
As you pick up the teacup and take a sip, the aroma of the tea fills your mouth, making you feel as if you are one with nature.
It's as if a gentle breeze is blowing, and the bamboo shadows are swaying. Beneath the ancient pavilion, a person sits quietly with a pot of tea, and that is a lifetime.
A sip of tea seems to wash away the hustle and bustle of the world and the turmoil in one's heart.
With a clear and tranquil mind, one becomes completely absorbed in the moment, and one's cultivation techniques break through one after another.
Before they knew it, dusk had fallen, and the people who came to their senses looked as if they had been reborn.
For a moment, his eyes were filled with excitement and his face flushed.
The start of a restless night may be the beginning of a new chapter in life, full of energy and vitality.
The sounds continued, her hair flowed freely, and she was drenched in sweat.
Outside the Xuanji Sect, on the Four Seasons Slope, the surrounding area is quiet and vast, rarely visited by people. It is rumored that there are demonic beasts and ghosts inside, and ordinary people avoid it like the plague.
Dressed in a blue monk's robe, Mo Taizhen, the leader of the Xuanji Sect, stood silently and said in a deep voice, "Come out."
Slowly, the two appeared ten feet in front of them, forming a triangle, and cautiously looked at each other.
Mo Taizhen looked at the two people who had approached, a man and a woman. The man was dressed in black and carried a long sword, its red color eerie. Clearly, he had killed too many people and was almost a demon. Mo Taizhen felt a deep disgust for him.
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