"Why don't you get some invisible slaves, I always feel that you don't have the pride you deserve in your bloodline......"

Kashia holds a portrait of an elderly gentleman who looks a little demented, and then flapps her wings and tries to hang it on the wall.

After hanging it up familiarly, Kashia couldn't help but grumble as she looked at Ai Mei, who was using a specially purchased spirit infusion ritual to imbue the spirit.

Then, Emma picks up a piece of construction scrap on the ground and throws it without looking back!

"Whew......"

The construction waste hit Keshia with precision, and with a wail Keshia continued the work that Emma had assigned to him, but he couldn't help but mutter:

"You are a warlock, there is no need to train throwing skills that have nothing to do with your bloodline in order to teach an innocent dragon......"

"Shut up, if you don't want to keep getting beaten......"

Emma didn't look back, but Kashia felt a hint of suppressed irritability in her voice.

This makes it suddenly a good baby, after all, this is not one of those resource-rich worlds.

In the plane of this web of death magic, it doesn't feel like it's going to be treated well without Emma.

Especially after watching the manga online for so long, it has a clearer understanding of this.

"The useless mind of man...... Why don't you get rid of them? ”

"I remember that in my inheritance memory there is a ritual of how to transform from a dragon vein to a real dragon......

"You see that you put so much effort and time into it, and your already unsightly coffers, and even now it doesn't make you happy...... Can you tell me, your ...... Fantastic ideas? ”

But needless to say, if Kashia had been able to restrain her death-fighting instincts, Emma's throws might not have been so precise.

But this time, Emma rarely didn't get into the soul, but stopped, then rubbed her fiery red hair, which looked a little messy, turned her head to stare at the hairy Kashia and said:

"Because I'm sure it's a lot of fun to get it done, and although it's not that smooth, the result is unmistakable......"

Emma looked at the mess of construction scrap on the ground and the cloisters that still looked hollow - with enough Scourge Coins, it would not be difficult to build a purely material castle in a short period of time.

The real problem lies in the construction of those magic scenes.

Emma had given up on the exact amount of work written in the book - that wasn't realistic, either for her abilities or for the Disaster Coin.

She could only try to restore it as much as she could, and Emma needed to pick out which ones could be done at a small cost, and which ones seemed simple but unrealistic.

This made her feel irritated by the raging flames of her bloodline, but it seemed like a kind of washing.

Her will, her thoughts, and her magical abilities were tempered in the painstaking and complicated construction of a magical castle.

She felt a restless will begin to dissipate, and she began to gradually become calm, but not to lose her temperature, but to accumulate the fire in her heart in a more stable and repressed form.

When it was time to erupt, it was like a roaring volcano, bursting with a destructive force that changed the color of the heavens and the earth.

Emma paused, and she continued to look at Kashia and said:

"Also, do you think that for me, the human body or the dragon body determines my thoughts?"

"Cub, you have to remember - it should be you who determines your thoughts, not the blood in your body!"

Kashia blinked, then tilted his head to look at her and said:

"yes, but I don't seem to have the same personality as you are now when I look at your previous videos from YouTube, you ......"

"Whew......"

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"What is this?"

Xin An looked at the large thick book that Yi Qiu threw at him, and then said with some confusion.

He glanced at the cover of the tome, which appeared to be a portrait of four creatures coiled together.

Xin An felt a little familiar, and behind him, the ghost girl Shan Wei also leaned over to him and looked at him curiously.

"Pandaria's Gastronomy – Masters is enough for you to learn for a long time – if you can learn it."

"I'll see if I can get a formal vocational training method related to cooking later, so now you can hone your skills first."

Yi Qiu looked at him and said, just after upgrading the evil wind yesterday, Yi Qiu felt that his accumulation at this stage was enough, and he decided to hit a wave of professional levels.

At this time, there was still almost a month before the official start of the canyon competition, which was enough for Yi Qiu to complete this small phase of retreat.

But before that, he needs to arrange the follow-up development of Xin An and Yin Zhong.

The book "Pandaria's Gastronomy - Masters of Heaven" was copied by him yesterday through a Zen pilgrimage to Qinglong Temple to read the classics, and for him, these things are also quite beneficial to him.

However, there is less pure meat among them, and most of them are fish, which may have a certain connection with Yi Qiu's transcription from Qinglong Temple.

Although the special professional ability of the walker gave Yi Qiu a more advanced way of teaching, for now, neither Xin An nor Yin Zhong was far from reaching the corresponding lower limit of teaching.

This is the inheritance of extraordinary abilities, which means that at least the corresponding inheritee needs to be a transcendent stage of life to be able to accept it.

If it is purely measured after all, in terms of life level, a creature with a life level of 10 means a transcendent life.

However, it is more complicated for creatures that do not have a health level or cannot be calculated by life level.

Yi Qiu didn't know the specific values of Xin An and Yin Zhong's current life levels, because it was too microscopic for him.

It's not that this degree of observation is microscopic, but that the energy field of this life stage is difficult for Yi Qiu to distinguish.

Because in Yi Qiu's opinion, they were all so weak and bleak.

The life field is not like anything else, it can be accurately quantified, it is an idealistic embodiment based on the living body and the will.

That is to say, Yi Qiu can observe the light it shows, but a more specific embodiment requires corresponding knowledge or experience to be able to judge, which is not too directly related to whether his observation ability is deep enough.

As for Yin Zhong's words, Yi Qiu touched his bald head.

It's not strange to say that the Sword Saint has advanced from a warrior monk, although it is not the best choice, but its fit is not too low.

Compared to the auxiliary skills of cooking, it is unlikely that a formal profession can be fully acquired from books.

Because it's not just a few skills, but a relatively three-dimensional, comprehensive thing.

After thinking about it, Yi Qiu looked at the top of Yin Zhongguang's slippery head, and he felt that the matter had come to this point, so let him practice from the warrior monk step by step.

By the time he had the ability to advance to the Sword Master, he thought that he already had some experience in it.

Thinking like this, Yi Qiu instantly felt enlightened.

After leaving them a message to go to retreat, Yi Qiu rode away in a black mist...... (https:)

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