Ouyang Rong said slowly:

"Oh, I remembered it, but with such a small amount of ink, people who don't know think that we can't afford the spiritual ink. Please give me another dozen to show everyone the strength of the female fairy."

Miaosi cursed:

"You think hens lay eggs, and three tubes of spiritual ink are not enough for you. You are fighting with the gods of China, right?"

Ouyang Rong couldn't help laughing.

Xiao Mo Jing's expression softened a little, but when she saw that he was silent, she looked at Ouyang Rong with a pair of dark eyes and asked:

"Are you really done with it?"

"Um."

"Why do you not believe me so much? Did you lie and steal my spiritual ink?"

The more Miao Si looked at him, the more suspicious his face became:

"And are you sure there was really a fight this time when you went to Xunyang Grottoes? Why didn't you come back alive and kicking without any glory on your body? Something's wrong. Why are they so weak? Shouldn't you be the most conspicuous one?"

Ouyang Rong suppressed his laughter and asked seriously:

"Can't it be me who sweeps through the invincibles and sweeps them all away, just like the autumn wind sweeping away fallen leaves?"

"Real or fake?"

It happened that I was bored on the way back, so Ouyang Rong said seriously:

"Well, I reluctantly tell you how I fought with powerful rebels for 300 rounds in the Xunyang Grottoes... By the way, all of them are the most empresses in the Empress Hall, especially the golden-haired eldest daughter.

Jun, you are flying around so domineeringly, you are so arrogant... However, under the influence of the three tubes of spiritual ink provided by me and the female fairy, they have no one enemy. The spiritual ink is really terrifying..."

Miao Si muttered "Real or False", but the original look of doubt on her face turned into a look of joy, and she puffed up her chest proudly:

"Humph, even though you can be a bit annoying sometimes, you still have a good eye for good things..."

Miao Si waved her hands and shouted:

"Next time, remember to report my name to these defeated generals, and say that this powerful divine ink was given to you by an ink fairy who did not want to leave her name."

"It's wrapped."

Ouyang Rong talked about it with gusto, making up nonsense along the way, and the little Mo Jing gave him a fool.

Finally, when I returned to the Yin Bingzhai study room, the little guy was already smiling happily. The little ink master ran back to the closet with a satisfied look on his face, and continued to produce spiritual ink full of energy.

The days with a new follower were quite promising.
Chapter completed!