Everyone Wants to Pamper the Lucky Daughter-Chapter 870 - : Fifth Brother’s guess, I’m afraid it might come true! _1
Chapter 870 -870: Fifth Brother’s guess, I’m afraid it might come true! _1
The only difference between a spiritual pet and a monster is whether or not they have formed a soul contract with a human.
After the contract is formed, their strength increases as their master’s strength increases.
At the same time, their life is controlled by their master. Once they have any rebellious intentions, their master can extinguish them with a single thought.
“Huh, it can speak human language.”
Tanbao leaned over the bowl, curious about the little goldfish that could talk, finding it more interesting the more he looked.
“She’s the queen. The queen must be very powerful, not only can she talk, but she can also transform into a human.”
Shibao, who had seen much of the world, patiently explained to Tanbao.
“Shibao, Tanbao, she’ll stay in the Blessed Land for a couple days.”
Lin Qingluo picked a basket of Spirit Peaches with her spiritual power, planning to leave.
“You two are responsible for looking after her. If there’s not enough water, just add a little Spiritual Spring water to the bowl.”
“Alright.”
Both little spirits smiled happily.
Shibao didn’t miss the chance to remind his master, “Master, don’t forget the Profound Truth of Water.”
“Hehe, alright, I won’t forget.”
Lin Qingluo’s smile curved her eyes as she vanished from the small courtyard in a flash.
**
Shitou and Feng Yi made friends with two new Lingyun Sect disciples, chatting enthusiastically until the early hours of the morning before reluctantly returning.
Worried about disturbing his master, Shitou placed the old clothes smeared with black mud outside his master’s guest-room door before going back to his room to sleep.
After a good night’s sleep, Lin Qingluo rose early. As soon as she opened the door, she saw the old clothes on the ground, happily picking them up with a smile.
“Master, the birds have found out that Huang Dashan’s son doesn’t have a sweetheart.”
Little Kingfisher had stayed up all night, watching the show intently.
Under the command of the divine beast baby, the birds were incredibly efficient and had gathered accurate information in just half a night.
“Moreover, his son is a very proud and aloof person who doesn’t pay attention to girls who approach him. He’s completely different from the pure and straightforward boy that the little goldfish described.”
“Whew.”
Lin Qingluo leaned against the window, watching the sunrise at dawn, exhaling deeply.
So, he doesn’t have a sweetheart?
Looks like Fifth Brother’s suspicions might be coming true!
**
Early in the morning, Lin Qingluo once again entered the cave Blessed Land and appeared in the Peach Grove Cottage.
As soon as she looked around, she saw the hilarious scene.
Shibao, Tanbao, Little Green Kite, and Ginseng Spirit were all gathered around the porcelain bowl, chatting merrily with the little goldfish.
“The master is here.”
Tanbao, with sharp eyes, saw the master and clapped his hands happily.
“Old Ginseng, Shitou brought back some black mud. Can you check if it’s Breathing Soil?”
Lin Qingluo unfolded the old clothes, revealing the sticky black soil inside that looked like horse manure.
“What a refreshing smell of the soil.”
The old, murky eyes of the Ginseng Spirit brightened as it lay on the black mud, taking a deep breath and displaying an intoxicated expression.
Lin Qingluo felt a bit chilly, pinching her nose and shaking her body, shedding chicken skin bumps all over the ground.
“Is it Breathing Soil?”
Shibao asked on behalf of the master what was on her mind.
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“That’s right, it’s Breathing Soil.”
The Ginseng Spirit shook its roots with utmost confidence: “Old Ginseng can identify all kinds of strange soils and herbs in the world, and I never make mistakes.”
“Do we just bury the Breathing Soil directly in the ground?”
Unable to hide her excitement, Lin Qingluo appeared in the herb garden with a flash, holding the old clothes.
Little Green Kite and the two little spirits also flew over happily, playing around their master.
“You can’t bury it all in one place, or it will burn the medicinal plants.”
Old Ginseng, who was slower, rushed down the valley to the herb garden just in time to remind its master.
