Fairy, don't go! I have a mod.

Li Xizhao kicked him in the chest.

The force of the kick was extremely precise. The spiritual energy enveloped his body as he flew out of the bedroom door, but he didn't fall flat on his back.

He landed steadily on the grass outside, and was even thoughtfully arranged to land on his feet first.

The bedroom door slammed shut in front of him.

"Get out! Get out! Get out!"

Li Xizhao's voice came from behind the door, both embarrassed and annoyed, even her tone had changed.

"Go and discuss this with Lin Yanluo! I agree to this! Don't say anything more!"

Mu Tianmiao got up from the grass, rubbed his chest where he had been kicked, cupped his hands towards the closed palace door, and called out with a grin.

"Thank you, Master!"

Then he turned around, sword light flashed beneath his feet, and he flew excitedly toward the direction of the weapon-refining pavilion.

Inside the bedchamber, Li Xizhao sat alone on a soft couch, took a deep breath, and slowly exhaled.

She looked down at her hand; the spot where that boy had just held her hand still retained a trace of warmth.

She glanced at her feet again...

She raised her hand to cover her face, her voice muffled, carrying a deep sense of self-doubt.

"Taking me as a disciple back then... was a real mistake..."

When Mu Tianmiao pushed open the door of the weapon refining pavilion again, Lin Yanluo was resting on a large recliner in the corner.

The giant hammer stood against the wall, and the furnace fire on the forging table had not yet been completely extinguished, casting a warm red glow throughout the room.

She curled up in the chair, her short legs dangling from the armrests.

She wore a newly changed sachet around her neck and held a steaming cup of spiritual tea in her hands, looking quite content.

Hearing the door open, she turned her head and saw Mu Tianmiao; her eyebrows immediately furrowed.

"You nobody? What are you doing here again?"

She put down her teacup and looked him up and down suspiciously.

"Didn't I leave the materials for you? Is there anything else?"

"Do you need this elder to get you something right now?"

Mu Tianmiao opened her mouth, intending to blurt out her idea of ​​a vibrating toy, but then she thought that it would be difficult to explain this clearly just by talking.

Given Lin Yanluo's personality, if she didn't understand, she would definitely unleash another barrage of attacks from those idiots.

"Lend me some paper and a pen, I'll draw a picture for you."

Lin Yanluo became even more curious. She jumped off the recliner, walked to the storage cabinet next to her, rummaged through it, and pulled out a few sheets of paper for refining weapons and a charcoal pencil, handing them to him.

Mu Tianmiao cleared a small space next to the forging table, spread out the manuscript paper, and began to draw.

He drew very carefully.

Although I wasn't an engineering student in my previous life, I could still draw a basic mechanical structure diagram.

A slender cylindrical body with a hollow interior and pre-reserved positions for embedding array patterns.

A slightly upturned curve at the bottom indicates the direction of the vibration pattern arrangement.

Next to it were several sketches of accessories, realistic ones, telescopic ones, and the outlines of various models were all drawn on the paper...

Lin Yanluo stood behind him, but even on tiptoe, she couldn't see the paper on the table.

She waited patiently for a few breaths, but finally lost her patience.

"What kind of mess is this? Let me see."

Before she could finish speaking, she placed her hands on Mu Tianmiao's shoulders, and with a leap, skillfully climbed onto his neck.

She dangled her two little legs across his chest and swayed back and forth, then leaned forward and finally saw the blueprints on the table.

She looked at it for a moment, then frowned.

"What is this thing? It looks like..."

She paused, because she recognized him.

The weapon-refining pavilion was quiet for several breaths.

"...small fry..."

Lin Yanluo's voice came down from above his head, her tone becoming extremely subtle.

"You came all the way to me just to draw this?"

Chapter Fourteen: Perverted Minion! Hurry up and go in!

"This is a new business. I have already consulted with the sect leader, and my master has given his approval."

Lin Yanluo's expression instantly became fascinating.

Did Li Xizhao agree?

That prideful Nascent Soul stage sect leader actually agreed to let the sect openly sell this kind of thing?

A thought suddenly popped into her mind: Our Immortal Shadow Sect really isn't a proper sect after all; deep down, it's still leaning towards the demonic sects...

However, she dismissed the thought after only half a turn of her mind.

Her attention drifted elsewhere.

She suddenly felt a tickle in her heart.

Actually, she also has a similar little gadget.

It was hidden in a small secret compartment in the innermost room of the weapon-refining pavilion. She made it herself in secret and never dared to use it.

I'm afraid of accidentally damaging the Yin energy...

Although she had already passed the time when she needed to cultivate Yin energy...

But I still feel strange...

So once it was finished, it was hidden away in a secret compartment, gathering dust. She even felt guilty taking it out to look at it more than a couple of times...

Listening to Mu Tianmiao talk about vibration and simulation without changing his expression, she suddenly felt her legs go weak.

I rubbed against his neck a few times when I was riding on his neck earlier, and now it's a little sticky...

She quickly jumped off Mu Tianmiao's neck, her movements as swift as if she had been burned.

After landing, I turned my back to him, secretly crossed my legs, and prayed that he wouldn't notice anything amiss.

Fortunately, Mu Tianmiao, that nobody, was completely focused on drawing on the table and had no idea what Lin Yanluo behind him was thinking.

Lin Yanluo steadied herself, turned around, and found that the boy hadn't even turned his head.

She pursed her lips, walked over to him, pulled up a chair, and looked at the increasingly detailed drawings on the table.

His gaze involuntarily shifted from the blueprints to Mu Tianmiao's lower abdomen.

She stared at that area for several seconds, and suddenly a bold idea popped into her head.

Since we're going to do simulations, instead of designing from scratch, we might as well use an existing template.

Although she had never seen the boy's size in person, she could get a general idea from the silhouette of his pants.

Moreover, Tang Ruoyin, that cold-faced woman, always spoke of him in an ambiguous tone, clearly indicating that she was quite satisfied with him...

If we were to replicate this thing one-to-one... would that be feasible?

"Hey, you little fish."

She suddenly spoke, her voice carrying a hint of barely perceptible tension.

"What are you planning to use as a template for this simulation?"

Mu Tianmiao thought for a moment, racking her brains, and realized that there were indeed no other reference points.

You can't exactly peek at other men, can you?

This kind of thing can only be thought of from one's own perspective; it happens naturally and spontaneously, and has nothing to do with narcissism.

This is based on practical experience!

He nodded, then looked back at Lin Yanluo.

Lin Yanluo had already put on that standard little devil expression, with a crooked mouth and mischievous glint in her eyes.

"Hmph, a small fry is a small fry. Using yourself as a template, you're a perverted small fry."

Mu Tianmiao felt a little embarrassed by what she said and coughed lightly.

"There's nothing I can do about it. I can't look at other men. It's so convenient to have my own."

Lin Yanlu snorted and turned to walk into the weapon refining pavilion. After taking a few steps, she turned back and found him still standing there. She waved impatiently.

"Okay, okay, come inside with me."

Mu Tianmiao was taken aback: "Why are you coming inside?"

Lin Yanluo glanced at him sideways, her eyes looking at him like he was an idiot.

"Why? Of course, I'm recording the shape. Aren't we making a product? How can we create a mold without a template?"

Mu Tianmiao swallowed hard, looking at her incredulously: "Really?"

"Nonsense! Hurry up!"

Lin Yanluo impatiently kicked him in the butt, the force just enough to make him stagger forward two steps.

He stumbled toward the secret chamber inside the weapon-refining pavilion.

"My time is precious, so stop dawdling!"

Mu Tianmiao rubbed his bottom and glanced back at her.

Lin Yanluo stood with her hands on her hips and her chin slightly raised, still sporting that standard arrogant expression of a little devil, looking completely self-righteous.

But he couldn't quite put his finger on why, but he felt that the tips of her ears seemed a little redder than before.

A dozen minutes later.

The door to the secret room was pushed open from the inside, and Lin Yanluo walked out first, clapping her hands as she walked, her steps quick and steady.

He was humming an unknown tune, pretending to be nonchalant.

But if you look closely, you'll see that her neck is red all the way from her collarbone to her ears.

Her earlobes were so red they looked like they'd been roasted, almost dripping blood.

Her heart was pounding so hard she could hear it, and only one thought kept running through her mind.

She had lived for fifty years, and this was the first time she had ever seen something real!

This was far beyond her expectations; she simply couldn't handle it!

But she stubbornly refused to utter a single word, maintaining her effeminate demeanor.

He plopped back into the recliner, crossed his legs, and took a big gulp of tea.

The tea had gone cold, which was perfect; she needed something cold right now.

Mu Tianmiao then came out as well, her expression somewhat subtle, her steps unsteady.

It was as if she had just woken up from a beautiful dream and was not fully awake yet, her whole being exuding an indescribable spring feeling.

The scene from earlier kept replaying in his mind.

It wasn't the process of recording, but Elder Lin's small hands.

Those were hands accustomed to wielding a giant hammer.

Despite dealing with weapon forging every day, her skin was fair and soft.

It made him gasp several times inwardly.

That's amazing... Elder Lin's little hands are amazing...

The little hand that scanned so meticulously is amazing!