Star Iron, but the amount of animation

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"Yes, Sister Bai Heng, Brother An Jing."

Her voice has that youthful sweetness that comes with being an immature person, and is very touching.

"Why are you so unfamiliar? Just call me brother."

The boy smiled and waved.

"Me too, just call me sister."

"How can you be so shameless? Stop taking advantage of me, okay?"

"No, what are you talking about?"

Looking at the two people who started bickering again for no apparent reason, Ying Xingben had been trying his best to suppress a chuckle, but it now completely bloomed on his cheeks.

She thought it would be a boring official business.

But now it seems...

It is very beautiful.

Volume 1: Chapter 27: Feeling... Worse than Nothingness.

There was another round of chatting, and the old fox and the little fox made the little girl dizzy and dazed, and she almost took off her underwear to show them to the two of them.

In fact, her experience is not uncommon among those planets that have been wreaked havoc by the Fertility People.

They were simply destroyed by the Buli people's fleet and turned into weapons pastures, and their blood relatives became pieces of meat without dignity and became food for those mountain-like beasts.

Ying Xing was considered the lucky one, just like Jing Liu and An Jing back then, he escaped alive.

Therefore, it was only natural that after arriving at the Immortal Boat, the girl had only one goal in her mind: she vowed to eradicate those horrible monsters.

She was quite remarkable, having been recognized as a craftsman at such a young age, which was better than either of them.

But the girl didn't seem to think so. Instead, she felt a little inferior.

"But... the other immortal masters in the department all said that I am far from good enough."

"It's not that I lack energy, nor that I lack insight..."

"It's just that I can't live as long as they do... There's always a limit to what I can learn."

"Perhaps, I will never see the day when I can avenge my parents in this lifetime."

Frustrating words kept flowing out of her mouth, and Bai Heng felt distressed when he saw her sincere expression.

"Don't listen to the nonsense of the old guys. They are not immortals. They are just jealous of you."

"It's not uncommon to see geniuses who passed away in just a few decades in the genius club! Their achievements are still world-shaking. What does a person's lifespan have to do with his or her achievements?"

"As long as you focus on what you want to do, whether you succeed or not is up to fate."

As she said this, she nudged the dazed boy with her elbow and said in dissatisfaction, "Say something too!"

"Well, I feel that it's okay. It's true that we don't live long, and there's really a limit to the knowledge we can learn."

When the girl heard this, her expression, which had brightened up a little due to Bai Heng's words, instantly dimmed again. Bai Heng was so anxious that he glared at her: "You might as well not say anything. You are really trying to irritate me, right?"

"Don't be anxious. Don't be anxious. Everything has two sides. Only when you live a short time will you feel a sense of urgency. Short-lived people have their own advantages. Look at this kid. He has already started to sell anxiety to himself when he is a teenager. One year of his work is at least equivalent to ten years of work by other Xianzhou craftsmen."

"Moreover, even a powerful star god like the Lord of Wisdom would not dare to claim that he is omniscient and omnipotent. The road of knowledge has no end. At your young age, worrying about this is undoubtedly groundless, baby."

As he spoke, he reached out his hand towards the girl's head.

As I get older, I like to touch the tops of children like this more and more. Besides, if I don't touch it now, in a few years, this kid may become like Jing Yuan, the traitor, and jump up high as if he had taken hormones.

The girl showed an expression that was somewhat shy but also hid some joy. She gently covered the boy's hand with her small hand and patted it as if to comfort him.

"Well, that's true..."

Suddenly, as if coming to her senses, she remembered the purpose of her trip.

"Uh... well... Master instructed me to take you to visit the Flame Wheel Foundry Palace first."

"According to the order of urgency, shouldn't we talk about reinforcements and weapons first?"

Bai Heng was a little confused.

"Tsk, why is your EQ so low? Just listen to their arrangements when you are here. Why are you in such a hurry?"

"No, what does this have to do with my emotional intelligence? It's obviously because you want to be lazy!"

There was a lot of noise and chatter along the way, and after walking a not-too-long distance, they arrived at the main hall of the Foundry Palace.

[The smelting furnace refines thousands of stars, and the iron is endowed with heroic spirits. The light of the fighting spirit inspires military might, and the sharp sword protects the peace. ]

There were a few lines of poetry hanging on it, but An Jing was not very interested in it. He thought it would be better to take a peek at the travel journal that Bai Heng was writing.

[According to the records of "Shangguo Menghualu", the unknown emperor of the ancient country once gave a weapon casting mold to Zhu Ming's master craftsman Yang Di as a gift for setting sail. This has been handed down to this day and is the most precious treasure of the Casting Palace. Six or seven out of ten weapons needed for the immortal boat hunting tours are made by Zhu Ming's Craftsmanship Department - and the foundation of Zhu Ming's Craftsmanship Department is the Flame Wheel Casting Palace where we are now.]

[Friends traveling with us were quite puzzled by this strange arrangement. Did Huai Yan bring us here to show us how precious and difficult it is to forge military weapons, so as to bargain with Yao Qing? Did he send a child to lead the way, implying a refusal?]

[When I thought about the debate, I felt a little irritated. When you are on someone else's territory, you can't say anything even if you are dissatisfied. This is the life-saving trick my grandmother taught me. I made up my mind not to express my dissatisfaction until Huaiyan came to see us! ]

The boy nodded.

To be honest, it's true. No wonder this silly fox can live so long. It turns out he has a military advisor.

"Why are you peeking again!"

His actions exposed his deeds. The fox girl put away the notebook with a red face and punched his arm as if she was not satisfied.

The boy dodged it, not paying much attention.

"The purpose of writing a travel journal is for people to read. Why are you pretending to be so young?"

"This, this is different..."

Bai Heng kept muttering, and then she became quiet as if she didn't hear the second half of the boy's attack. She held her notebook and stared at the water in a daze.

Xiao Yingxing took them by boat to the entrance of a dark circular hall.

She picked up a piece of paper and folded it into a flying bird shape. She said something, and the paper puppet quickly flapped its wings and flew away. A moment later, as if an agency had received a command, there was a landslide-like vibration around the hall. The circular hall wall kept separating and shrinking, and gradually only the base of the hall under their feet remained. The light from somewhere illuminated the whole room.

The entire delegation almost hugged each other, gasping for breath in fear. After a while, they realized that the hall they were in was floating on an invisible track. Under their feet was a bright light like a star. They were like clinging to a meteorite, slowly moving along the celestial track, floating above this "sun".

This ball of light kept rhythmically moving and changing, like a talking heart.

An Jing narrowed his eyes.

No, it seems to really be able to speak.

Every ray of light from the "sun" was dancing, like a turbulent current, or like the rage that had been suppressed since ancient times, biting and growling, trying to get into the boy's consciousness. But his expression remained motionless, and he even yawned out of boredom.

It feels… worse than nothingness.

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[The introduction has been changed back. The speed of adding collections has been reduced exponentially. Babies, do you have any pigs? ]

[I'll take a look at it again. If it doesn't work, I'll change it back. Then don't argue in the comments section. I choose to believe in the data, babies.]

Volume 1: Chapter 28: Oh hehehehehehehehe…..

"oi, wake up."

An Jing pinched Bai Heng's small nose.

The girl shuddered, and her eyes regained their spirit, full of fear.

She opened her mouth, but before she could say anything, she heard a voice as loud as thunder.

"Everyone! Keep your mind focused and don't look directly at the Emperor Sui!"

Someone slammed his staff on the ground, and after a dull metallic hum, an invisible barrier seemed to rise up, quickly blocking out the light and illusions that filled the hall, returning the hall to its original quiet state. Everyone woke up from their confusion.

The owner of the Foundry Palace, the oldest person in the Immortal Boat, the craftsman among craftsmen - Huai Yan arrived late.

"I had planned to ask my disciple to bring you here to discuss weapons and assistance. I didn't expect him to forget to cover up this 'false sun', and you were almost deceived by it. It's my fault, and I apologize to you all."

He walked up the stairs that kept appearing in the air with mountain-like steps and slowly walked in front of the two people.

Discontinued?

and many more.

The young man held his breath and concentrated, and found that the number below the Plague Messenger Card in his mind seemed to have changed. Just now, there was indeed a continuous life force being absorbed into his body, but it stopped changing after Huai Yan covered the "pseudo-yang".

He swallowed back the words he was about to say and raised his eyebrows.

what's the situation?

"I have received the request from Qingying. Yaoqing is at a disadvantage, and Zhuming cannot stay out of the battle and just watch from the sidelines."

But - he should say but next. According to the different situations of each immortal ship, if it is being chased by a strong enemy, besieged or needs to rest and recuperate, the immortal ship has the right to decide whether to send troops to help. What reasons would he give for rejecting their requests?

"Zhu Ming has no shortage of military equipment. I will allocate 300 battleships, 20,000 thunder crossbows, and 20,000 formation swords according to Qingying's request. But - Zhu Ming Xianzhou has its own important task of exorcising demons and cleaning up filth to perform."

"As for the assistance, I can provide you with reinforcements equal to the number of your delegation members!"

"this......."

The people in the delegation looked at each other, all of them with troubled expressions.

They only have twelve people here, how can that be enough...

"I have no opinion."

The young man suddenly spoke.

Everyone was shocked. Although they didn't know why the young man agreed so easily, since the leader had already spoken, they naturally shouldn't have any opinions. Otherwise, it would be easy to not only fail to do the job well but also get into trouble, and in the end the responsibility would not be theirs.

Bai Heng was still a little hesitant, but she changed her mind and thought that the boy was much smarter than her. If he thought it was okay, why should she say anything?

"Well, in that case, I'll ask someone to arrange it. It will probably be ready tomorrow."

"can."

An Jing answered fluently.

"Ying Xing."

Huai Yan turned his gaze to the girl beside him.

"Take the distinguished guests down to rest and entertain them well. I have official business to attend to, so I'm sorry I can't stay with you for long."

"Yes."

Xiao Yingxing turned around and said, "Everyone, please follow me."

The members of the delegation followed her, but after taking two steps, they stopped.

They turned around, and for some reason the boy did not move, just staring quietly at the place where the ball of light was previously.

"General, I have another favor to ask of you."

"What's the matter?"

"Can you let me take another look at that round of 'False Yang'?"

Everyone was shocked when they heard this, wondering what the young man's intention was.

Huai Yan narrowed his eyes and looked at the young man.

"Why?"

“I have some insights.”

“It’s dangerous.”