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Thick piles of manuscripts, too much gumming. Ye Tianmo summarized the various factors behind every restoration weapon and formed a first draft. To the craftsman, this was a priceless treasure.

Repairing Royal Armament was a power that countless craftsman yearned for day and night. With this power, even if they succeeded once in ten tries, it would still be enough for all Emperor to respect them as guests.

Ye Tianmo had built them one by one using his special vision. He knew exactly what type of problems those materials could fix, and other people could follow the instructions given to him to fix them.

These few months of checking the weapons of the Grand Desolate Emperor Garden's Emperor s had allowed Ye Tianmo to have more experience, the only thing he was missing was the chance to help them level up their weapons.

The only thing left was to copy it. Ye Tianmo took out a new piece of paper, and placed the original piece of manuscript that he had drawn a mess on the left side for copying.

Leng Qingcheng walked over with a cup of tea and asked: "Is it done?"

Ye Tianmo said: "After finishing the entire meridian, I can basically take them out."

Leng Qingcheng's body leaned onto Ye Tianmo's back and he asked: What are you doing? "Lecherous."

Leng Qingcheng said: "Leave a copy for Grand Desolate Emperor Garden."

Ye Tianmo replied: "That's not good."

Leng Qingcheng blew air into Ye Tianmo's ears, and Ye Tianmo changed his words: "It's not impossible."

Leng Qingcheng turned around and sat in Ye Tianmo's embrace, and said: "Let me help you write the book."

The sound of footsteps came from outside, the guilty Ye Tianmo pushed Leng Qingcheng away and stood up, acting like a righteous man. Leng Qingcheng chuckled, raised his brush and started to copy.

Knocking sounds came from the door as Ye Tianmo held his teacup and said: "Come in."

The door opened, and Zhao Ninger appeared at the entrance. Ye Tianmo asked in surprise: "Sister Ning'er, what's the matter?"

Zhao Ninger said bashfully: "At the beginning, you said you would let us take care of the bison. We thought about it for a long time and felt that we could take on this job."

Ye Tianmo was confused. "Did I say that?"

Zhao Ninger said with certainty: "In Da Wan City, you told Sister Hong Yu that you are lacking a helper to take care of the bison."

Ye Tianmo was extremely disgusted at the time, who would have thought that he would be caught red-handed. Ye Tianmo laughed and said: "It's just for fun."

Zhao Ninger said, "How can you make such a joke? We are serious. "

Ye Tianmo was as clear as a mirror in his heart. Ever since the nine Flying Horse came, Old Black and the others felt pressure from the nine-headed bison.

It was only a matter of time before only three of the raging bulls would reach the Human Tribulation Realm. A Calamity Stage Barbarian Cow was definitely a fierce person who would knock down a city wall. No one would dislike such a powerful Barbarian Cow.

Ye Tianmo covered his mouth and coughed, "Old Black and the others need to pull the carriage."

Zhao Ninger asked: "What about the Flying Horse?"

No way, Zhao Ninger had her eyes on the Flying Horse? Ye Tianmo stammered: "The Flying Horse still hasn't been trained properly, I actually don't have any leads right now."

Zhao Ninger pouted, the long-legged girl revealed such a cute expression, instantly Ye Tianmo felt like she had committed a great sin. It was cruel to win them over and never be able to go home again.

When they came to the Grand Desolate Emperor Garden this time, the Ghost-faced Wasteland and the rest had all received gifts, but Zhao Ninger and the others did not receive a single one.

Leng Qingcheng smiled and focused on copying. Back then, she was the one who stopped Master Leng from giving his a present. Mad Song Eighteen Cavalry was not an official Members of the Human King's Valley, otherwise they would not have lived outside the Human King's Valley.

Allowing the beauty of the Human King's Valley to receive such an irresistible gift, the nine girls of the Mad Song Eighteen Cavalry could only watch on as Leng Qingcheng created this man-made loathing gap.

Ye Tianmo said, "How about this, I'll discuss this with Old Black and the others and see if it's possible."

Zhao Ninger's big eyes bent like crescent moons as he left in joy. Lowering his head to write, Leng Qingcheng said. "You forgot that Old Black is crying, they can't leave you."

Ye Tianmo sat on the table and said: "I didn't say that I wanted Old Black to leave me, I just wanted Ning'er and the others to be mounts.

Leng Qingcheng said: "You will make Old Black and the others sad, if you don't let them pull the carriage, they will lose their greatest pride."

Ye Tianmo scratched a strand of hair on his forehead and said: "That's right, it's really difficult."

Leng Qingcheng raised his head, glanced at Ye Tianmo and said: "Pretend to be stupid."

Ye Tianmo said: "Who said that? I'm so stupid. "

Leng Qingcheng replied, "You never thought about giving Old Black and the others to Ning'er at all. You were just being perfunctory. If this isn't a good idea, then you should just refuse Ning's request. "

Ye Tianmo said: "Ning'er and the others' mounts really can't do it, so that's not right. This girl is deliberately giving me problems."

Leng Qingcheng smiled sweetly, "You've only just figured it out? The real reason why Ning'er asked for bison was to let you think of a way to help their mounts advance to the next level. Since you agreed so rashly, and Blackie refused, you'll have to very passively offer to help Ning'er and the others with their mounts.

Leng Qingcheng's sigh also made Ye Tianmo sigh. There were too many people to think about it, and Ning'er was such a good girl.

The sound of footsteps came up again. Ghost-faced Wasteland had sent supper and walked in, but when she saw that Leng Qingcheng was copying down such a precious experience, she stopped in her tracks.

Ye Tianmo took the soup bowl and sniffed it: "It smells so good."

Ghost-faced Wasteland said gently: "The Grand Clan Elder entrusted me to ask when would you be able to complete your wish of being named the Skillbook?"

Ye Tianmo pointed to Leng Qingcheng with his chin: "She said that he will help me copy it, and also left a copy for Grand Desolate Emperor Garden."

Ghost-faced Wasteland looked down, and Ye Tianmo knew that there was a new problem, Ghost-faced Wasteland was not happy about it. Ye Tianmo said: "Why don't you help me copy a portion of it and hand it over to the Grand Clan Elder?"

Ghost-faced Wasteland rolled up her sleeves and replied, "En."

Ye Tianmo laughed bitterly, he could fight over this kind of thing, as long as there were people, it would be troublesome. Ye Tianmo did not think much of it, he did not know how precious it was to copy a Master handwritten letter that was treasured by the Diyuan. Thousands of years later, the Master Ye's experiences would be sought after by the later generations, and the people who read it would also become famous, and this was definitely not a small matter of jealousy and jealousy.

After Ye Tianmo ate the midnight snack, he sat down on the bed with his back against the bed and activated the microdactyly ring. Ye Tianmo took out the Brawler's Sword and prepared to pay attention to the Profound Power's tempering.

Ye Tianmo sat up, opened the microdactyly ring once more, and then, Ye Tianmo was dumbstruck. Leng Qingcheng and the Ghost-faced Wasteland sensed that something was amiss, they turned and saw Ye Tianmo roaring as if he had lost his parents, "What happened?"