C247 (2/2)

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?”