So this is Master's punishment?

Li Qingran was stunned for a long time before he came to his senses.

She nodded quickly, her pretty face blushing: "Qingran is willing, but Master, is this the only punishment you can give? Aren't you afraid that Qingran will do it again in the future?"

A voice of laughter and scolding came from the void: [You dare!? ]

Li Qingran shrank her head. At least for now she didn't dare to do it.

This was the first time that the Master spoke to her in such a stern manner, and she was startled.

[Master has to fight that big monster tomorrow, so I need to conserve my energy and strength, so I won't bother you anymore.]

As the words fell, the concerned gazes gradually dissipated.

Li Qingran knew that the master had left.

She sat on the chair for a while, resting her chin on her hands, then turned around to pack the clothes her master had given her.

"These clothes were made by Master himself?"

Looking at the dress in her hand with neat stitching, elegant style and exquisite embroidery, Li Qingran was secretly amazed.

I really didn't expect that Master had such a skill.

But then again, where can Master buy clothes in that sub-space? Of course, he can only make them himself.

She put one on to try it out and found that the size was just right. She picked up the two bellybands and tried them on with a red face, and the size was still just right. If the size of the clothes on the outside was correct, you could still estimate it based on your height and weight, but this bellyband is a close-fitting garment, Master, why...

Did the master watch her carefully while she was bathing, and measure her a little with his powerful eyes?

The picture of 눕 unconsciously appeared in my mind.

In addition, this dress was sewed by Master 꺗놆 himself.

It’s okay if I don’t know. Now that I know, it’s as if I can still feel the warmth left by Master’s hands.

This feeling...

Not good.

Li Qingran stroked her legs, covered her hot cheeks with her hands, fell onto the bed, and rolled around.

I rolled around the caterpillar in the quilt for a long time before the embarrassment in my heart subsided a little.

She has not forgotten the punishment her master gave her.

I will work overtime to make it for Master in the evening.

"Use old clothes for Master..." Li Qingran leaned over and dragged a small box from the bed. Inside was all old clothes. All the clothes she brought from Wan Qingshan were in it. She even kept some torn ones.

After the cleansing of essence and marrow, the body of the immortal cultivator has long been crystal clear without any impurities.

Even if you wear your clothes for a long time, they won't smell because of sweat stains. Sweat is no different from ordinary water.

So the clothes will naturally not get dirty.

But she had washed away the blood and mud left behind by some of the battles.

"Sachets and storage bags are also items that are kept close to the body, so they must be made of the softest and best materials."

Li Qingran murmured as she spread out the neatly stacked clothes one by one.

Finally, his eyes fell on his own bellyband.

There is no doubt that the material of this dress is the softest and most delicate, after all, it is meant to be worn against the skin.

Only...

Li Qingran's face became redder and redder as he pinched his bellyband, and his ears became hotter and hotter.

Is it a bad idea to use this fabric to make storage bags and sachets?

If she were to be discovered by her master, wouldn't she be ashamed?

"No, Master is not watching now. As long as I don't tell him, he will never know it in his life." Li Qingran calmed himself down and took a deep breath. His brain, which was on the verge of oxygen deprivation, got a momentary buffer.

Master has paid so much for her, so what she gives to Master must be the best.

The Master never hesitated to help her, and she should not be hypocritical when she could do something for the Master.

"It's decided. Let's use this piece of cloth!"

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"This cultivator in the fusion stage is really hard to kill."

Chen Huai'an turned off his phone and was still reviewing the previous battle worth 300,000.

The Laughing Buddha looks like he's been cut into pieces, but he's probably not dead.

Because he didn't receive any fragments of either the demon cultivators or the righteous cultivators.

And it was also very unreasonable that no equipment was dropped.

In other words, righteous monks will not explode into pieces?

He is more inclined to be cold and Zen, but his heart is not completely dead.

But even if he wasn't dead, he must have been seriously injured, otherwise he wouldn't have been so scared when he was killed.

For these immortal cultivators, losing their realm and cultivation is more painful than cutting their flesh.

This kind of cold Zen mind will not appear in the Cangyun Realm for some time.

"The next step is to see if Li Qingran will give me the sachet and storage bag made of clothes tomorrow."

Chen Huai'an rested his hands on the back of his head and stared at the ceiling light.

He has always wondered whether the world of this companion spirit is real.

If it weren't true, the details of Li Qingran's soul-tempering herbs for him would be so perfect.

The purpose of rewarding him with a pill is to give him a reward. Is it necessary to go into such detail?

It's totally possible to skip some of the hardcore stuff and just go straight to the rewards.

If he were in the real world, he wouldn't be able to touch it...

Moreover, his reality in that world is also inexplicable.

Although it was only a fusion period experience card, it was still terrifying and very inconsistent.

So, he did a little experiment.

His original punishment was not this.

He just wanted to see if he could really interact with the characters in the game.

If he can't get the sachets and storage bags made by Li Qingran tomorrow, or the materials of the sachets and storage bags are brand new and not made of old clothes, then he won't have any more delusions. This basically shows that the world in the game is fake, and it is just a resource world that exists for him.

Without him, the world would be destroyed.

"I'm really nervous..."

No matter whether this world is real or fake.

I don't care whether my cancer treatment at the Demon Slayer will go smoothly tomorrow...

As Chen Huai'an thought about it, he became increasingly sleepy and gradually fell asleep.

On the windowsill, Ba Ji, who was lying prone, opened one of his eyes, crossed his legs again and entered the sitting state for training.

The little green frog in the basin had been standing there for a whole day, and finally sank into the water to rest for a while.

No words were spoken that night.

The summer months are like hooks.

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