Star Mech Legend

Lingyuan opened the door, not concealing his perfect body at all, the hot air hit Leng Xitang's face, he blinked, and handed the clothes to Lingyuan whose body had been wiped with water.

"Thank you." Ling Yuan took the nightgown and turned around to shake it off. Leng Xitang took a glance at his back with intertwined scratches and saw clearly that Ling Yuan's skin was beautiful ivory white. The red scratches, once steamed, could not be more eye-catching Leng Xitang: "..."

Leng Xitang was so ashamed that he couldn't bear it. He was familiar with murder and arson, but he was as white as a piece of paper in this respect, and it was a little funny.

Leng Xitang's ears were red and before he could turn around, he was caught by Ling Yuan who was already dressed and ready to come out.

Ling Yuan's eyes darkened slightly, and he raised his hand to press Leng Xitang's shoulder, turned him around, and pushed him towards the table.

"Failed"

Ling Yuan leaned over to look at the shriveled spiritual fruit that was thrown in the flowerpot as fertilizer, and said, "This one is worth [-] common coins, how many delicious things can you buy with [-] common coins."

Leng Xitang was extremely aggrieved: "It was almost done, but who asked you to call me? Didn't you say that it took half an hour to finish washing, and it was 10 minutes earlier for Mao."

"I call you, you can ignore me." Lingyuan raised his eyebrows without any guilt and said, "It seems that you are not focused enough. According to common sense, it is impossible for you to make the best spiritual source liquid with this level of concentration." , I have also observed you in the past few days. Although you seem to be concentrating, in fact, your eyes are always wandering. I really don't understand where your ultimate spiritual source comes from.

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Leng Xitang drooped her eyelids and said, "It's probably my luck."

"Are you lucky? I don't think so. You have never seen someone who is really lucky." Ling Yuan said.

Leng Xitang was inexplicably angry, and said, "Even if I don't put all my heart and soul into it, I can still make the best spiritual source liquid. Is it not luck?"

"It's also possible." Ling Yuan chuckled lightly, with a hint of sarcasm in his eyes. He looked straight at Leng Xitang and said softly, "Maybe your luck has been overdrawn here. so that you have been unlucky in other areas, such as"

Ling Yuan's fingers touched the bite mark on his neck.

Leng Xitang's face was extremely ugly, he wished he could bite Ling Yuan to death.

Only now did he feel that Lingyuan was really bad, so bad that he hated Lingyuan and retracted his hand, smiled and said: "I don't mean to insult you, but you have to understand that many things can only be done to the extreme, you Only then can you achieve something, and you can’t hand over your fate to illusory luck. Although the training of a mecha master requires much less concentration than that of a spiritual master, it is not unimportant. If you are in this state, you will be courting death on the battlefield. "

Leng Xitang stared at him blankly.

Ling Yuan continued lightly, "Why can't you devote yourself wholeheartedly?"

Leng Xitang pouted, hugged the flower pot to the bedroom, and kicked the bedroom door shut.

Ling Yuan looked at the door that rejected him, and laughed a few seconds later.

Leng Xitang seems to like showing his paws to him more and more. I really don't know if it's a good sign. When we first met, Leng Xitang was quite careful with him, but that's not always the case. When he was irritated , Leng Xitang would still blow his hair.

Ling Yuan's hand touched the bitten wound on the side of his neck. He even looked in the mirror when he was taking a shower. He could only say that if Leng Xitang was really a cat, he would have to give the nails on the cat's paws. Pulled out one by one.

"It hurts to scratch." Ling Yuan thought, put down his hands and sat at the dining table and began to enjoy his dinner.

Leng Xitang stood by the window staring at the flowerpot and sulked for half a minute.

Compared with ordinary people, his self-esteem is pitifully low, but pitifully low doesn't mean he doesn't have it, especially Lingyuan's faint ridicule makes him feel a little uncomfortable.

Not focused enough? Not serious enough? Leng Xitang was a little confused.

He thought about it for a while, and even if he was reluctant, he had to admit that what Ling Yuan said was right, even if his truth was really hurtful, it didn't sound too good.

When he was making the spiritual source liquid, although he had tried his best to concentrate, he would always drift away unknowingly. It can also accurately engrave the spiritual source pattern.

But if you want to say how focused, it is really not.

Moreover, Leng Xitang was relying on the original owner's legacy. He didn't have to figure it out by himself, and he could make the spiritual source liquid just by relying on the feeling in his memory.

Making the best spiritual source liquid many times gave Leng Xitang the illusion that even if he wasn't focused, he could still create the best spiritual source liquid.

In fact, this kind of thinking is very dangerous.

Leng Xitang wakes up, his vigilance has dropped to such a point, he has always attributed all this to bad luck, but he doesn't know that this kind of luck may also be the beginning of danger.

If there is no reminder from Lingyuan, he may continue to do this, and after a long time, when he gets used to treating his mental energy lazily, he may not be able to concentrate again.

Thinking of this level, Leng Xitang's back suddenly felt cold, and he almost broke out in a cold sweat.

Too dangerous.

Leng Xitang bit her lower lip, picked off another Lulucao fruit, held a spiritual source pen in her hand, and carefully began to trace the spiritual source pattern on the fruit.

It is not easy to concentrate mental power for three to ten minutes. During the production process, Leng Xitang accidentally let his thoughts wander into outer space, but this time he did not let freedom go, but forced the chaos The thoughts of running were pulled back forcefully, and he devoted himself to the engraving of the spiritual source pattern.

However, contrary to expectations, the more Leng Xitang tried to concentrate, the more difficult it was for him to calm down, so that in the end, he finally managed to make the first bottle of middle-grade spirit source liquid in his hands.

Leng Xitang looked down at the spiritual source liquid mixed with impurities, and suddenly realized that it was difficult for him to concentrate for a long time now.

A slight chill crept up Leng Xitang's back, and now he couldn't figure out whether he was lucky or unlucky.

He even suspected that he had been making the best spiritual source liquid because someone was deliberately messing with him.

Leng Xitang sat on the bed for a while, then stood up again, picked up the spiritual source pen, and picked the third Lulucao fruit of the day, Lingyuan woke up at six o'clock the next morning.

He came to the living room, saw the untouched food on the table, frowned, and knocked on Leng Xitang's bedroom door with his fingers after washing.

Could it be that he is still angry? He didn't even eat his meal. Well, his action last night was indeed a little too much.

He shouldn't have taken strong medicine, maybe he should have used a gentler method. As Ling Yuan was thinking slowly, the bedroom door clicked open from the inside.

Leng Xitang was still wearing the fluffy bathrobe from last night, her eyes were a little red and bloodshot, and there were some inconspicuous bruises under her eyes, her face was pale, and she could tell she hadn't had a good rest.

Ling Yuan glanced at the bed, well, the neatly folded quilt and flat sheets showed that Leng Xitang was not sleeping at all.

Leng Xitang yawned, rubbed his eyes, and said in a low mood, "You're right, I probably won't be able to make the spiritual source liquid you need."

Ling Yuan raised his eyebrows and said, "You've been doing this all night."

Entering Leng Xitang's bedroom, rotten fruits were scattered on the ground in twos and threes, and there were six or seven finished bottles lined up on the window sill. There is less than half left.

Lingyuan picked up a bottle of spiritual source liquid and looked at the sunlight. The color was not pure enough, and there were many impurities. The affinity was not high, and it was obviously between middle-grade and high-grade.

Leng Xitang stood beside Ling Yuan, like a child who did something wrong.

"I'm sorry, the more I want to concentrate, the more I can't do it, and I just discovered that even if I follow the previous method, I can't make the best spiritual source liquid." Leng Xitang's voice was low, with some apology.

He had to admit that Ling Yuan's vision was too vicious.

Ling Yuan put down the bottle, turned to see the hair twirling on Leng Xitang's head.

He pursed his lips and smiled, raised his right hand to rub Leng Xitang's head, and said, "It's not satisfactory, you've done a good job, but your starting point is too high, and your demands on yourself are too high. The grade of the source liquid is not the best, but compared with 90.00% of the spiritual masters of the same level, you are much better than them."

Leng Xitang raised his head, looked at Lingyuan in disbelief, and opened his mouth a little, his expression looked a little cute.

Ling Yuan withdrew his hand and said, "Why, you still want me to praise you?"

Leng Xitang looked dazed and said, "You didn't scold me."

He has felt Lingyuan's poisonous tongue more than once, and he is ready to be sprayed by Lingyuan.

Ling Yuan was amused by his obvious disbelief, and he decided to reflect on his way of speaking.

"You thought I would laugh at you, satirize you, despise you, and scold you by the way." Ling Yuan said with a light smile, "I scolded you because you did something wrong, but you worked so hard to correct your mistakes, why should I scold you?"

Leng Xitang's facial expression eased.

Lingyuan received the bottle into his space ring and said: "Sometimes the result is not important, your attitude and your efforts for a good result are more important. I am very glad that you can understand my words .Failure is a necessary process. The more you suffer at the beginning, the less damage you will suffer later, which is a good thing.”

Leng Xitang finally showed a smile. He was actually enlightened by a minor. To be honest, although Ling Yuan was only in his twenties, he was far better than most of the 30-somethings he met in his previous life. People need to be more mature and stable.

"Then do you still want the spirit source liquid I made?" Leng Xitang asked.

Lingyuan was expressionless: "Why, don't even think about using these defective products to get rid of me. My place is not a garbage collection station. I don't think there is too much of this kind of garbage just by looking at it."

Leng Xitang: "..."

Damn it, Lingyuan, you just said your face hurts and you sincerely praised Lao Tzu before, but now you turn your back on him and don't recognize him. Lingyuan seemed to have mind reading skills, looked at Leng Xitang and said, "You are better than most people." He is a strong person, but here I am not even up to the level of appreciation.”

Leng Xitang said like a punctured ball, "Then what should I do? I won't be able to make the ultimate spiritual source liquid you requested for a while."

To be honest, Leng Xitang is not afraid of everything, but now he is a little afraid of Lingyuan's poisonous tongue.

Lingyuan said: "If you can't do it, you owe it first. Don't try to fool me with rubbish. Since I'm so familiar with you, I won't pay any interest."

Leng Xitang really didn't know whether to breathe a sigh of relief or continue to be depressed.

He said in a deliberative tone: "Then can I sell the spiritual source liquid I have made these days?"

Lingyuan had a half-smile, and said in a low tone: "You want to use my signboard to go out and shame you, you don't think it's shameful, I think it's shameful."

Leng Xitang: "..."

Shit, when did it become your signature? Well, you are powerful, you are tough, you are the uncle, Leng Xitang silently swallowed his old blood, and gave up fighting for human rights for himself.

Ling Yuan couldn't help rubbing his head again, and said, "You don't need to worry about money, I can still afford you."

Just kidding, in Lingyuan's life dictionary, there is no word that has never caused the people who followed him to be wronged. Leng Xitang was startled, and whispered: "You will always leave."

Author's gossip: Thank you for the big banana kissed by Wangwang Angel, memoza