Yuanshin, they all want to be my wings?

"This dust song pot was made in the shape of Ying you from the very beginning, no one can take it away."

"... When did you know me so well?"

Ying was suddenly alert.

"Of course it was the last time I had a massage. I can't forget it...uh."

Before Fang Ning could finish speaking, Ying stepped on her foot hard.

"Don't say such misleading things in front of Linghua."

Ying retracted her little feet, put her hands on the dust song pot again, closed her eyes slightly, as if she was feeling something.

Soon, a whirlpool of spiritual energy overflowed from the spout, and Linghua's eyes blurred, and when she came back to her senses, she found herself standing on a green grass, and in front of her was a Liyue-style mansion . .

"This is the inside of the Dust Song Pot. It currently has the size of three Liyue Ports. If it is still not enough, it can be expanded."

Fang Ning revealed a proud expression.

At the beginning, Yingmei took advantage of him and made a promise to make a "super luxurious cave".

After gaining the authority of the "vortex", Fang Ning's power was further enhanced, and finally he made a magic weapon with high growth potential.

A few pieces of Hua Yu were added as the core, and as Fang Ning continued to grow, it might become something extraordinary.

"Well, if it's so big, do we have to walk to various areas? That will definitely tire our legs and feet. Paimon spread his hands.

There was still a lot of oil on her little face.

Ying: "Pimon has been flying all the time."

"My phantom limb will get tired too!"

Paimon stomped jiojio angrily.

"About this point, we can use the exterior scene to solve it."

Fang Ning stretched out his hand, and the celestial power condensed into an illusory anchor.

"All kinds of decorations and furniture in the dust song pot can be generated with automatically condensed Dongtian treasure money. Of course, the premise is that there is a pot spirit."

Xianjiadongtian has a complete set of efficiency of life system, the core of which is pot spirit.

Pot spirits are little immortals who are registered in the book and have their own immortal names. They can convert the immortal power overflowing from the cave into treasure money of the cave, and then convert it into various things.

Ying is not a member of the Xian family, and a pot spirit is also indispensable.

"Now that the fairy family is in decline, many pot spirits have fallen into a deep sleep with the unused Dongtian."

"However, Ah Yuan is definitely not in deep sleep, and there is still a clone method. It must be no problem to send a clone over."

Fang Ning set up the magic circle to summon the pot spirit, and then activated it.

After waiting for a while, the magic circle lighted up slightly, and a peaceful female voice came out:

"This is Hu Ling, Fang. Ah Yuan is busy, please wait a moment. If there is something urgent, please find Hu Ling, Fang."

Ying: "Who is Ah Fang?"

"It's me."

Fang Ning pointed to himself.

Many, many years ago, Fang Ning was the chief supervisor of the Xianjiadongtian and the emperor's royal steward.

This is also the reason why Wuzhudongtian is mostly handed over to Fang Ning for safekeeping.

Yingmei tilted her head back, showing a shocked expression.

"But I haven't been a pot spirit for many years... No matter, before Ah Yuan comes, I will help you set it up first, and treat it as after-sales service."

Fang Ning waved his hand, and there appeared as many Dongtianbao coins on the grass as small hills.

"Set a small goal first."

Fang Ning turned back into his body as a fat bird, took out a big pot and jumped in, then floated into the air under the support of Xiangyun.

"Insert a hundred exterior anchor points!"

The barbecue party was still going on, and several killer whales were fed so that their bellies turned upside down.

"Hahaha, drink, Wanye, why don't you drink?"

Hokuto patted Fubara Manyo's shoulder drunkenly.

"Eldest sister, you are drunk..."

"I'm not drunk, I'm just drunk! By the way, let's play chess with brother Fang later, give him a shot first!"

Wan Ye sighed, moved away from Big Dipper silently, and looked towards Fang Ning's small building.

Although the distance was farther, Kaze told Manyo that some autonomous machines were continuously transporting things like iron ore and wood.

"What the hell is going on over there?"

In the Dust Song Pot at this time.

"It's too open here to look good, let's build a maze."

"Build me a big kitchen here!"

"There must be a big bed in the mansion that can sleep ten people, and a corresponding place!"

"I want a luxurious toilet that can accommodate a hundred people at the same time!"

"By the way, there must also be hot springs, the ones with mixed bathing."

Ying is just like Party A in reality, making all kinds of weird requests, but they are all satisfied.

In the end, Fang Ning arranged hundreds of exterior anchor points in the cave like a grid, and made corresponding transparency for aesthetic considerations.

No matter where Ying wants to go, she can get there within ten steps.

"This should be okay."

Fang Ning was very satisfied with his results.

At this time, the magic circle glowed, and Ah Yuan, who was also sitting in the pot, teleported over.

"Oh, it's Ah Fang, long time no see!"

After seeing Fang Ning, Ah Yuan's eyes lit up, and he greeted Fang Ning enthusiastically.

"Ah Yuan, this is Ms. Ying, the traveler. I invite you here this time because her cave lacks a pot spirit..."

"Okay, okay."

Ah Yuan expressed his pleasure.

She already liked this kind of work, so she specially learned the method of doppelganger.

"This cave already looks good. Did you help organize it, Afang?"

Ah Yuan asked casually while taking over the cave.

"Yes."

"Afang, your taste seems to have declined. Look at how ugly that toilet is."

Madoka did not find the exterior anchor point that became transparent.

Just chatting like this, Ah Yuan took over Dongtian.

Then, a huge amount of information blasted into Ah Yuan's mind violently.

[Picture: One day without Ah Qing]

Chapter 127

"yue!"

Ah Yuan fell from the sky, rolling far away, propped on the ground with two wings, retching for a long time.

"W-why are you so dizzy, how many location anchors have you set up!"

Ah Yuan was furious.

"Not many..." Fang Ning's eyes slanted to one side.

Ah Yuan, in other words, all pot spirits can hardly bear the amount of information on location anchor points, so there will not be too many arrangements in general caves.

But Fang Ning was not affected by this, and just now arranged densely packed transparent anchor points like planting rice.

"I don't care here! You can do whatever you want!"

Ah Yuan left angrily.

"..."

Fang Ning and Ying looked at each other.

"I have no choice but to act as the pot spirit."

Fang Ning sighed, endured the pain and plucked another feather, turned into a fat bird squatting in the teapot, and took over the Chenge pot.

"In this case, Paimon's wish will be fulfilled." Fang Ning said.

At the beginning Paimon made a wish of "wanting a home", and after such a long time it was finally fulfilled.

"Yeah, Paimon is very satisfied, thank you, Fang Ning."

Paimon showed a satisfied smile and said from the bottom of his heart.

Fang Ning also specially prepared a room for Paimon with all the furniture scaled down in proportion, as well as a very damaged pot-shaped sleeping bag.Unexpectedly, Paimon readily accepted it.

"Pimon, why don't you prepare a dust song pot for you?"

Fang Ning thought for a while and said.

"No, no, no, Paimon will accompany the traveler on many, many roads and see many, many scenery, we will not be separated!"

"Besides, I made this wish in the first place, originally for Ying."

Paimeng hugged Yingmei and rubbed her soft face.

"Paimon..."

Ying hugged this long-time traveling companion with some emotion.

A piece of translucent feather with shimmering light flew out from Paimon's chest and merged into Fang Ning's body.

"This is……"

Fang Ning showed shock.

He received a reward no less than the authority of "Tornado".

……

……

In the middle of the night, Fang Ning returned to the room with some grilled fish, and Yula was still asleep.

"Get up and eat something."

"Wow, my ass hurts..."

"It's obviously useless this time."

Fang Ning hugged Yula's shoulders and forced her to sit up straight.

Feeling the familiar breath, Miss Yula turned over and hugged Fang Ning tightly, showing a reassuring expression and fell into a deeper sleep.

"...Are you sick?"

It will be fine tomorrow afternoon.

Fang Ning touched Yula's forehead, then touched her lips that were about to be chapped with his fingers, and sighed.

"no way."

Fang Ning picked up the water glass, took a sip of water, then lowered his head, touched Yula's lips, and walked over slowly.

Now Yula reacted, opened her white teeth slightly, tasted it carefully with her small tongue, and then swallowed it.

... just fed a little water and a few mouthfuls of grilled fish.