I run a travel agency in the cultivation world

Has the country become rich and the people strong, and has it opened the floodgates for itself?

When I didn't say anything.

Thinking of this, Yang Zhao felt a little elated.It feels good to be cared about.

However, it seems that although neither side has made it clear about the incense, the Guofu Minqiang side is well aware of this matter and keeps a polite distance.

This is a very comfortable distance.

Yang Zhao looked pretty in the morning, but after Luan Chuanxiong came back at noon, she couldn't bear to laugh anymore.

Luan Chuanxiong brought a semi-enclosed magic weapon the size of half a house.

This is the largest magical weapon that Yang Zhao has ever seen besides the flying boat.

At that time, Yang Zhao's physical injuries were almost healed. When he came out to watch the fun, he was shocked by this thing.

This large instrument is silver-gray and translucent, with no visible material.

It looks a bit like a rectangular tripod, three meters long and 1.5 meters wide, with four feet half a meter high underneath and a container about one meter high above it with a translucent cover.

The outside is smooth and smooth, and the inside hangs down in clumps of half a foot long looking soft gray hair.

Although Yang Zhao didn't know what this thing was for, she felt a sense of fate that she would be put inside it when she saw it.

The key is that this size is so appropriate that it is hard not to let people make such associations.

Just like when he was a child, the highest standard for evaluating a cabinet was being able to drill and hide inside.

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

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

Yang Zhao looked up at the big thing, and the thoughts in his head were uncontrollably wandering.

The priests in some book squeezed into her mind from a forgotten corner.

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

During sacrifices, people were sometimes boiled in the cauldron.

These weird and dangerous thoughts will always pop up in the human brain.Stamping his feet, Yang Zhao turned up and sat on the edge.

"Would you like to lie in there?"

Luan Chuanxiong stood below, looking up at Yang Zhao.

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

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

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

Strange thoughts kept popping up in his mind, and Yang Zhao tried to lie in it.

"It's a bit hard and chilly inside. Because there are no pillows, it's very uncomfortable to lie on the head, and the fur on the top of the head looks cute on the outside, but when you lie down inside, it feels a little creepy."

These words were wordy, and Shen Ruoyu didn't sound like a monk at all, a bit like a lady from a rich family picking this and that.

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

In terms of food and lodging, cultivating the Tao pays attention to being content with the situation, enjoying the good and enduring the bad.

But Luan Chuanxiong recorded Yang Zhao's feedback in detail.

"Don't worry, I think it will be comfortable for you inside."

Yang Zhaowenyan, who was still a little fresh, his eyes darkened.

Since Dr. Luan Chuanxiong wanted to make this thing comfortable, it meant that she would have to lie in it for a long time.

Who cares about being comfortable if it's short?
After all the quilts and pillows were prepared, Yang Zhao lay in it and felt hell for the first time.

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

No sense of substitution.

So I am shorthand now, without detailed description.

Or I won't write it next time.