Spiritual Recovery: Be Invincible Starting From Delivering Food

"Young master is getting worse~" Nie Qiuling said softly.

"Nonsense, your little hands are obviously not honest!" Ye Xiaoshu laughed and scolded.

"It's all taught by the young lady. Qiu Ling has been practicing hard at home recently. Master, why don't you give Qiu Ling some pointers."

That night, the peach blossoms bloomed and flew wantonly.

Negative distance contact makes the relationship between the two more intimate.

Incomparable love, infinite affection.

[Favorable mood value from Nie Qiuling +1000]

The next ‘day’——

Nie Qiuling woke up very early.

While Ye Xiaoshu hadn't woken up yet, she ate the attribute-improving props and brewed them.

Then, all kinds of pickled things flowed down like water from a sky spring.

Even if it's a little fairy farting, it still smells as bad as it should.

She tried her best to isolate the sound with bubbles and expelled the impurities from her body without changing her expression.

Three hours later.

Nie Qiuling's calves trembled slightly and she walked out holding on to the wall.

The exhaust air in the bathroom was turned on to the maximum, making a "wuwuwu" sound.

Compared with the pain just now, the improvement of her talent shocked her even more.

The power of blood in the body also skyrocketed.

Since she possessed part of the dragon's power, her physical strength has increased to a very terrifying level.

These chicken legs made her stronger, almost tripling her strength.

Like a humanoid spiritual beast.

'The young master's ability... is so terrifying. ’ Nie Qiuling thought to herself.

It seems to be just an ordinary prop that can double a person's strength. This ability can create an invincible army.

If you find a few saint-level masters to eat these things, assume that they all obey the young master's orders.

Wouldn’t it be possible to be invincible in the world?

However, the young master does not seem to have such ambitions.

Apart from being greedy for money and lustful, I just want to live my life well.

lustful...

Nie Qiuling couldn't help but think of what happened last night, and a ray of red glow appeared on her pure and pure face.

I don't know why, but I always think of bad things every time I touch the young master.

It's like there's some magic.

After checking the time, it was exactly nine o'clock. Nie Qiuling leaned beside the bed and gently shook Ye Xiaoshu's body, and said softly:

"Master, it's time to get up."

"You have other plans today."

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At this time, outside China.

A man holding a sickle and wearing shabby cloth stared at Hua Xia.

He is the thirteenth seat of the Tower of Eternity [God of Death].

The body of the God of Death was eroded by the Tarot cards, and most of the body parts were only bones. Only the head remained human.

Also gifted by the Tarot cards, he can maintain this form for eternity.

"My organization 'Shadow' has failed twice."

"Not only Alves, but Mike (Zhang Tao) is also dead. Sometimes I really doubt that there is a god in China protecting us."

The red-skinned man with goat's horns next to him smiled and said:

"Aren't you an atheist? Do you still believe this?"

"The two people you sent out are very weak. Do you really expect them to cause any trouble?"

"Stop it my man."

The red-skinned man who spoke is the fifteenth seat [Demon] of the Tower of Eternity.

The God of Death smiled and shook his head and said mockingly:

"There's something wrong with my brain..."

"Ragnarok has passed long ago, and now there are no gods in this world."

"Without wasting time, the plan can begin."

The devil asked: "Don't you have to wait for the [Emperor] and [Priest]?"

The God of Death replied: "If we wait any longer, the real catastrophe will come. I don't want to take the risk."

"Let China experience what despair means as soon as possible."

The devil smiled, clapped his hands on the ground, opened the magic circle and said:

"Oh~ my friend, you are more suitable to be a devil than me."

"Let China resist the catastrophe of the entire world... it's too vicious."

"But I like it, hahaha!"

The god of death raised his sickle, pointed at China and said:

"The destruction of China would be beneficial to both you and me, wouldn't it?"

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National Museum in Beijing.

Ye Xiaoshu held Nie Qiuling's hand and stood at the door.

There were many children at the entrance of the museum, but few adults came to see it alone.

It's not that there are no adults watching at all, a tourist group can be seen.

"Hello, I want to see the director." Ye Xiaoshu walked to the ticket office, took out the recommendation letter and placed it at the window.

"Are you Mr. Ye Xiaoshu?" the conductor asked.

"yes"

"Please wait a moment, I'll call the curator over now."

Two minutes later, an old man with glasses and gray temples walked out of the museum on crutches.

He walked to the ticket office, glared at Ye Xiaoshu maliciously, and then picked up the letter of recommendation and looked it up and down.

Because he passed the Qi in advance, the curator knew that Ye Xiaoshu would come and what he was here for.

"That old thief Zhenjun always wants to take advantage of me."

"Tsk——"

He was very unhappy and opened the envelope and looked at the contents carefully.

I was already very angry, but I became even more angry after reading the letter!

The curator tore the letter into pieces, threw it at the ticket office and said to Ye Xiaoshu:

"You come with me!"

Ye Xiaoshu nodded, took Nie Qiuling's hand and followed him.

On the way, the curator said:

"Cui Zhenjun and I have a bad fate. We attended the same school when we were young and we were childhood playmates."

"It's actually something rotten. Because of this, he always comes to the museum to take away a few things."

"Although this is a national museum, more than 50% of it is my private collection."

"This time he actually used museum collections as rewards!"

"Borrow flowers to offer to Buddha?"

"Hmph! Old thing!"

The curator was cursing in front, while Ye Xiaoshu was listening in the back.

He looked around at the objects in the museum and could clearly feel the flow of spiritual energy on them.

At this time, the feng shui plate in the insulated box was spinning crazily, indicating that everything in it was a good thing.

No wonder Cui Zhenjun always comes here to 'borrow' things.

Ten minutes later, the three of them walked out of the back door of the museum and walked to a warehouse under the leadership of the curator.

The curator said:

"Although there is a letter of introduction, it is still unknown whether the Holy Artifact is willing to go with you."

"So many heroes have tried to tame these holy weapons over the years, but without exception they have all failed."

Ye Xiaoshu smiled and said, "Let me try. What if it works?"

Curator: "Great men are more humble, while villains are more proud."

Ye Xiaoshu: "Hey, no need to praise."

[Negative emotion value from Wantang +200]

Wan Tang was confused and couldn't think of what he said as a compliment.

He looked at this silly boy, smiled bitterly and shook his head.

After all, Cui Zhenjun sent this guy away with a bad check, and he saw through it without saying anything.

Curator Wan Tang picked up an old key and inserted it into the keyhole of the alloy door.

Ye Xiaoshu was wondering why he used such inferior anti-theft methods.

The next moment, the door opened, and he understood instantly.

No one is going to steal these things!

As the door was opened, countless sword energies burst out from inside.

"Master, be careful!"

Nie Qiuling instantly stopped in front of Ye Xiaoshu and raised a water curtain to block the attack.

The curator was accustomed to it and avoided the attacks of these sword energy by turning sideways.

In an instant, the sword energy dissipated.

Ye Xiaoshu saw clearly what was inside.

Weapons inherited from ancient times are neatly displayed inside.

They are fighting against each other all the time, trying to find a leader.

"Boy, if you're scared, leave quickly."

"In the past, there were people who risked their lives and tried to do it. They were struck by the sword energy and couldn't get out of bed for half a year."

"It's no shame to leave now."

The curator also kindly reminded me that it is normal to be young and energetic, but it is not good to hurt yourself because of your arrogance.

"Try it, it doesn't cost anything~" Ye Xiaoshu said with a smile.

[Negative emotion value from Wantang +1000]

"Whatever you want!"

"Our museum does not bear this responsibility anyway!"

Wantang looked at this incompetent boy and felt angry.

You have to be injured to know the pain!