Ji Fengyao stared in disbelief, so shocked that she blurted out, "Holy crap, Shang Xiye, are you some kind of monster?!"
"What?" Shang Xiye asked, puzzled.
Isn't that how it's done? He clearly sensed that the storage stone in his hand already had a space of fifteen square meters.
Ji Fengyao: "..."
Could she tell him that only those with profound soul power could open up the Void Stone?
What will she do when he asks a million questions?
"Let me see," Ji Fengyao took the storage stone from Shang Xiye's hand, probed it with her divine sense, and was immediately shocked.
This person, this person is definitely a monster!
She had just risked her life to create twenty cubic meters of space, while this person casually created fifteen cubic meters with a single grasp!
"Are you perhaps the reincarnation of a Great Immortal?" Ji Fengyao stared blankly at Shang Xiye's familiar face, a bold thought flashing through her mind, but she quickly dismissed it.
Master is so powerful, and it's not like it's the first time the furnace has exploded. Even if he were killed, it's impossible for him to have completely lost his memory.
She took care of Shang Xiye's injuries, giving him acupuncture and pulse diagnosis almost every day;
If he were the master, even if he had no memory, as long as the Divine Flame existed, he would not have been nearly killed by these ordinary poisons. The Divine Flame could easily burn away those ordinary poisons.
Ji Fengyao was depressed. Holding the Na Stone that she had painstakingly carved out, she silently crawled back to her bed and collapsed.
The Ninth Prince is a monster; he, a mere mortal, can create his own storage space.
The proposal to exchange the rings for the revised wedges ultimately failed.
To think that she, a dignified eleventh-grade alchemist with an immortal soul, was actually overshadowed by a mere mortal!
Fortunately, her master used to praise her for her good aptitude. If her master had seen this girl, he probably wouldn't want her anymore.
"What's wrong, Your Highness? Are you feeling very unwell? Is there any way to relieve it?" Shang Xiye followed over, not knowing what was going on. Seeing the little bandit girl lying there listlessly with a look of utter despair, he was very worried.
"have."
"What can be done?"
"Change the contract," Ji Fengyao said weakly.
“The box…” Shang Xiye chuckled.
It turns out the little thing was frustrated because its plan to bribe him failed after it had successfully created its own storage space.
"I remember the princess said earlier that she just needed to rest. It's late, so why don't we rest early?" Shang Xiye said, lifting himself onto the bed and reaching out to pull the little bandit girl, who instinctively wanted to escape, into his arms.
At this moment, the magpie was not sleeping in its room as usual, but was quietly summoned by Wuhen to the lakeside pavilion outside the courtyard.
Under the bright silver moon, the magpie's skin, after its medicinal bath, was so fair and radiant that even Wuhen thought he had mistaken it for someone else.
Once he confirmed that the beautiful young woman was indeed Xi Que, Wuhen's heart pounded even harder. He was so nervous that he crumpled the paper in his hand until it was crumpled and crumpled, as if it would be crushed to pieces at any moment.
"What? You're not going to back out and want to tear up the paper? How can a grown man go back on his word?" Xi Que looked at the badly damaged paper in his hand and said fiercely.
"N-no, I just... gave it to you," Wuhen stammered nervously, and simply handed over the wedge in his hand.
"That's more like it!" The magpie unceremoniously snatched the crumpled body from Wuhen's hand.
By the dim moonlight, I could clearly see the two characters above my head; they were indeed "身楔" (shēn xiē).
The magpie twirled contentedly, then turned and left with a delighted expression: "Tomorrow I'll find a good family to sell you to!"
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