Yuanshin, they all want to be my wings?

Fang Ning was left speechless by Beidou.

"Oh? That means Ningguang can make me a kid?" Beidou's eyes lit up, as if he was more interested.

In the end, Fang Ning talked badly, promised to build a more advanced wooden boat for Beidou, and then sent the uncrowned Dragon King away.

"Haha, then it's settled, I'll go to sea to find the best wood in all of Tivat."

Beidou was quite satisfied with the result, so he took the big sword and left without taking back a sack of cash.

"By the way, I'm not joking about the marriage contract. I've really taken a fancy to you, boy."

Before going out, Beidou said something again.

"Fuck."

Fang Ning had a headache.

"Boss Fang, everyone says that Sister Beidou is worth ten thousand gold, so I'm afraid she really wants to marry you." Xiangling said a little worriedly.

She and the mysterious creature, Guoba, were each holding a piece of watermelon, eating it deliciously.

Why are you marrying me?

Fang Ning waved his hand: "I will handle this matter properly."

Then make a small report to Ningguang and let her handle it.

"Xiang Ling, why are you here?" Fang Ning asked.

"Hey, it's because the rice cooker burned the vegetable cutter again, so I had to come to restock." Xiang Ling patted the rice cooker's hairy head, "Besides, I also want to ask Boss Fang for some cooking skills."

"There are still about ten vegetable cutters, you can find them in the warehouse yourself." Fang Ning said, "As for the cooking exchange, isn't Seven Stars organizing a food festival, so we can have a good exchange at that time."

"okay!"

Xiangling was dressed coolly, and her two big white legs were very dazzling.She hurriedly ran to the warehouse, leaving Fang Ning and Guoba behind.

Fang Ning and Guoba stared with wide eyes.

"I always think you look familiar." Fang Ning said.

Could it be that this fire-breathing bear is an old friend of mine?

Guoba nodded, and took out a feather out of nowhere.

Fang Ning's feather.This one was dyed fiery red, giving it a fiery feeling.

"You have my feathers? It seems that you are indeed an old person. Are you a fairy, or a demon god? Like me, have you changed back to a baby and reborn?"

Fang Ning touched the feather, but unfortunately there is no memory in it, and Fang Ning can't get any information.

Little Bear shook his head, and took out a piece of crispy rice from the snack bag hanging around his neck.

"Cracker...does it mean that the past is gone, and we only talk about new life?" Fang Ning guessed.

Kuba nodded.

Perhaps there have been glorious deeds in the past, but now, it is just the mysterious pet of the little cook Xiangling.

Now it is rice crust.

Guoba returned the red feather to Fang Ning, and then began to gesticulate and draw.

"You want to use this feather of yours to exchange a blank for Xiangling?"

Guoba nodded.

During the war of demon gods, the immortals and demon gods of Morax's faction had Fang Ning's "transformed feathers" in their hands.

The feathers can be transformed into various weapons, the quality is comparable to that made by the Demon God of Rock, and it can carry a huge amount of elemental power.

What's more, Huayu is soaked in the wish power of the holder, and after the color is completely changed, it has the function of replacing death once.

In order to help his friends back then, Fang Ning became a bald bird. He dared not see people for decades, and hid in the cave every day to drink black root hair growth soup.

"I'll give Huayu to Xiangling. You keep this feather. It might be useful at critical times." Fang Ning said.

Guoba nodded, put away his feathers, and took out a bunch of food from the snack bag sewn by Xiangling and gave it to Fang Ning as a thank you.

"It's delicious, but it's a bit too spicy." Fang Ning looked at the pickled bamboo shoots in his hands, which were covered with a thick layer of chili flakes.

The crispy rice is gnawing on a huge red pepper, taking a bite and spewing fire.

"It's so spicy, no wonder you always set the vegetable cutter on fire." Fang Ning complained.

……

……

The sun was setting and it was almost dusk.

Fang Ning closed the shop door.Today's business is over.

After presenting feathers and sending away the crispy rice and Xiangling, Fang Ning welcomed several waves of guests, mainly from major chambers of commerce to purchase transportation machinery.

Fang Ning will not sell too many organs to businessmen to avoid causing mass unemployment.

"Speaking of which, I feel a little dizzy today, and there are several voices buzzing in my head." Fang Ning rubbed his head.

Someone activated Huayu's special form, and there were more than one.

The bird transformed into a feather can assist in work, which is equivalent to Fang Ning's clone.Regardless of whether Fang Ning manipulates it or not, these bird clones will occupy part of Fang Ning's subconscious computing power.

The bird avatars are equivalent to terminals, and Fang Ning is the server of these terminals.

Normally, the computing power occupied by the bird has little effect on Fang Ning, but today is a bit special.

The information recorded by the several bird clones was exactly the same, which confused Fang Ning's subconscious mind.

He needs to take the initiative to adjust.

To put it simply, there is a bug in the system, which needs to be maintained by Fang Ning, who is the administrator.

Fang. Tivat early programmer. Ning

Fang Ning lay down on the bed, and his mind entered several bird clones one by one.

the first one.

As soon as Fang Ning's mind entered, his head felt heavy.

The doppelgänger bird seemed to be pressed down by something soft.

Fang Ning controlled the chubby bird body, twisted and twisted to escape from the oppression, and looked back.

Two bulging black slimes.

It is Gan Yu.

The Seven Stars Gathering lasted all day, which made Gan Yu very tired, returned to her seat, lay down and fell asleep.

He completely forgot that the avatar bird was still in his clothes.

The cloned bird was oppressed by a size that didn't match her own.

"This child will catch a cold if she sleeps here. I will give her a good lesson when I come back at night."

The avatar bird with its wings on its hips looks very cute when it is puffed up.

"But my good apprentice must be exhausted. I'd better cook her something to eat at night."

Fang Ning manipulated the little bird to jump on Gan Yu's head, touching the red horns.

"Mmm, master..."

Gan Yu showed a shy and happy expression, not knowing what she dreamed of.

Fang Ning checked the memory of the clone bird, and probably understood why he felt dizzy.

"So that's how it is. During the Seven Stars Gathering, many people were using Huayu to record the content of the meeting. The same information caused memory confusion."

This is the first bug found.

In the past, everyone used Huayubian's weapons to fight, and such system loopholes were not discovered.

"...the bug will be fixed after the next update."

Tuning bugs is a time-consuming and labor-intensive process.Fang Ning decided to straighten out the information this time.

The little blue bird stood between Gan Yu's two corners and closed its eyes.

The second clone bird.

It's just in the glare.This woman extravagantly transformed all three pieces of feathers into the form of a bird.

Now there are three little birds, one standing on Ningguang's slender white and tender thigh, swaying up and down with the gentle swaying of the jade feet.

One was held in Ningguang's hand, playing with her white fingers.

The last one held the writing brush with its wings bitterly, and wrote the content of the previous meeting on the table.

Fang Ning didn't disturb Ningguang, and withdrew his mind after quietly adjusting his avatar.

If Ning Guang finds out, I don't know what it will be like to be molested.

The moment Fang Ning withdrew his mind, his fingers that were focused on kneading the young bird's feathers paused slightly. .

Just now, something seems wrong?Ning Guangxiu frowned slightly.

"The last one... was Keqing summoned? That kid really has talent."

Not everyone is able to transform feathers into intelligent baby bird form.

At least those Wufu Immortals couldn't do it.

Fang Ning turned his attention to the last baby bird clone.

Hmm, kind of stuffy feeling.

The little bird with purple feathers opened its eyes.

Two delicate feet wrapped in black silk rubbed back and forth on her body.

"Ah Qing, what are you doing?!"

[Picture: The cat's head is staring? 】

Chapter 12 Sleeping with Keqing

Go back in time a little bit.

After the stinky and long seven-star wrangling session was over, and the exquisite Yuehai Pavilion feast was over, Ke Qing returned to her residence.

"I'm so pissed off, why is that Ningguang always targeting me, why is that old man Tianshuxing always getting along with me! This way my proposal will be compromised again!"

These are actually the norm, what Keqing is most dissatisfied with is the last banquet.

It’s not that it’s not delicious, the dishes served at the Yuehai Pavilion’s feast should be viewed by old scholars with a magnifying glass. There are even rules for how many folds and shapes the dough has. Top-notch chefs make it the most particular thing in Liyue. banquet.

It is said that the Yuehai Pavilion banquet was prepared by the Yan Wangdijun himself to entertain the first Liyue Qixing, and the specifications of the banquet were determined accordingly.

But Keqing felt uncomfortable after eating.

Especially when eating golden silk shrimp balls, it was obviously delicious, but Ke Qing's toes wrapped in black silk couldn't help shrinking.

...It's not a familiar taste, so I don't like it no matter how delicious it is.

"I still like Boss Fang's dishes, and Wanmintang is also good."

Keqing took off her high heels, lying on the bed, shaking her two tired little feet.

After resting for a while, she turned over, took out the purple baby bird from the bottom of her skirt, put it on her chest, and squeezed it with her hands.

"The feather Boss Fang gave is really miraculous. After injecting elemental power, it can turn into this kind of thing."

Huayu. Hard-working bird form

Not only can it help with work, but it also inherits Fang Ning's full-level life skills, which can help with housework, washing feet and rubbing back.

The purple bird closed its eyes, as if asleep.

Keqing poked the young bird with her hand.

"It's warm, and the needle doesn't poke."

"Could it be that Boss Fang's body is also like this, umm, I really want to take a look and touch it."