The country is rich and the people are strong, and they have opened the floodgates for themselves?

When you don't say anything yourself.

As soon as he thought of this, Yang Zhao was a little happy. It's nice to be cared for.

However, it seems that although both sides of the incense matter have not said it explicitly, the rich and strong side of the country also knows about this matter and maintains a polite distance.

It's a very comfortable distance.

Yang Zhao was still beautiful in the morning, who knew that after Luan Chuanxiong came back at noon, she couldn't smile anymore.

Luan Chuanxiong brought a semi-enclosed ritual vessel the size of half a house.

This is the largest magic weapon Yang Zhao has ever seen, except for the flying boat.

At that time, Yang Zhao's physical injuries were almost healed, and when he came out to see the excitement, he was shocked by this thing.

This great magic weapon is silver-gray and translucent, and there is no material to be seen.

It looks a bit like a rectangular tripod, three meters long and one meter five wide, with four legs half a meter high underneath, a container about one meter high on top, and a translucent lid.

The outside was smooth and slippery, and the inside hung down a half-foot-long gray hair.

Although Yang Zhao didn't know what this thing was for, as soon as she saw this thing, she had a sense of fate that she was going to be put inside.

The point is that the size is so appropriate that it's hard not to make such associations.

Just like when he was a child, the highest standard for evaluating a cabinet was that he could drill it and hide it inside.

And this magic weapon is a standard one, which can hold an adult.

As expected, Luan Chuanxiong saw Yang Zhao and asked her to lie down and try it.

Yang Zhao looked up at this big thing, and the thoughts in his mind fluttered uncontrollably.

Somewhere, the book of sacrifices squeezed into her mind from a forgotten corner.

I remember that in the Xia Shang period, slaves were still popular at that time, and there were human sacrifices.

During the sacrifice, there is a situation where the person is enlarged and boiled in the ding.

There are always these strange and dangerous thoughts coming up in the human brain.

With a stomp of his foot, Yang Zhao turned over and sat on the edge.

"Do you want to lie in it?"

Luan Chuanxiong stood below, looking up at Yang Zhao.

"Yes, lie down in it and try to feel comfortable."

Alas, she's such a clever little ghost, that's all right.

However, there shouldn't be a fire under this magic weapon to cook yourself.

Strange thoughts came to his mind one after another, and Yang Zhao tried to lie inside.

"It's a bit hard and cold inside, because there is no pillow, it's uncomfortable to lie in it, and the hairs on the top of the head look quite cute from the outside, but when you lie inside, it feels a little oozing."

These words are wordy, and to Shen Ruoyu's ears, they don't look like cultivators at all, a bit like a young lady from a big family picking this and that.

Ordinary people, it's good to put some grass on the kang, not everyone can afford cotton and quilts.

In terms of food and shelter, the monastic pays attention to being at ease with what happens, enjoying the good and the bad.

But Luan Chuanxiong went to record Yang Zhao's feedback in detail.

"Don't worry, I think it's going to make you comfortable inside."

Yang Zhaowenyan, who was still a little fresh, was dark.

Since Dr. Luan Chuanxiong wants to make this thing comfortable, it means that the time she has to lie in it will not be short.

If it's short, who cares if it's comfortable or not?

After all the bedding and pillows were prepared, Yang Zhao lay in it and felt for the first time what hell was.

Someone suggested to me that the protagonist should not suffer so much, and even if he suffered so much, he should not write in too much detail.

There is no sense of substitution.

So I'm just shorthand for now, and I won't describe it in detail.

Or next time I won't write it.

(End of chapter)