Crazy Concubine: Uncle, please lie down

Chapter 117 A Good Master
Han Yi did not know when she appeared behind Han Tianlan, looking at her back with her head slightly raised, she was stunned for a while.

The corner of his lips couldn't help evoking a doting smile, but he didn't even notice it.

Han Tianlan suddenly turned around and said with a smile: "Chen Qiaoqiao is pretty good, don't you think so?"

At this time, she was like a child who was eager to share her joy with others. She didn't have the feeling that although she smiled wickedly, she actually rejected others thousands of miles away. One is that I didn't come back to my senses.

The doting smile on the corners of his lips also froze at this moment.

Han Yi's rare smile stunned Han Tianlan for a moment, and said, "Actually, you look better when you smile."

After speaking, he left directly.

Han Yi stood there in a daze, and after a while she nodded with reddened cheeks: "You are also a very good friend... no, a very good host."

Without her, I would not be who I am now. Therefore, I am just a master, an eternal master, and those abnormal thoughts that shouldn't exist should not exist for a moment.

Han Tianlan went to see Principal Cang again.

At this time, his cultivation base has been steadily maintained at the innate level, and he can control his strength as he likes. He also looks much younger, with a tendency to 'rejuvenate'.

Han Tianlan also saw his new weapon this time, a writing brush!
This made Han Tianlan very surprised, but also took it for granted.

This writing brush is much larger than ordinary writing brushes. It is half a meter long. The arm of a baby is thick. The tip of the brush alone is nearly ten centimeters long. It is also made of the hair of the ninth-level monster Qianqing Xuelang.

Monster beasts are also divided into nine levels, the ninth level of monsters is the highest level of monsters, and the ninth level Qianqing Snow Wolf is extremely rare, born in the northernmost part of the Dongqing Continent, in an extremely cold place.

"How? My new weapon."

Principal Cang proudly told Han Tianlan, who was watching his new weapon, that he loved his new weapon very much, and he had spent a lot of time thinking about it. Made by a master instrument master, it took almost half of his savings to get such a pen.

Han Tianlan nodded: "Well, it's not bad."

His favorite weapon only received a 'good' evaluation from Han Tianlan, Principal Cang expressed his heartache: "It's just good?"

"Well, it's okay!"

Principal Cang didn't know, but from Han Tianlan's point of view, he could give a good evaluation and prove that this thing is really good.

But Principal Cang didn't think so. In his eyes, this pen could be called a supernatural workmanship. Now Han Tianlan only got a "good, okay" evaluation, and he felt a little uncomfortable.

He looked at Han Tianlan like an old man waiting for others to praise him: "Don't you think this thing is very good, very top-quality?"

Han Tianlan was taken aback for a moment, then smiled, nodded and said, "Well, it's superb."

But the smile in her eyes was obviously telling others that she was being forced, and Han Yi who was watching couldn't help shaking her shoulders. She didn't know if she was laughing at Han Tianlan's helplessness, or at her master's. Stubborn.

Now, Principal Cang is finally satisfied.

"Speaking of which, I have to thank you. It was the story you told me that gave me inspiration, so I went to someone to make this pen. I didn't expect it to work unexpectedly well!"

What Principal Cang told was exactly the story about the scholar that Han Tianlan told before, and the weapon that the scholar used was a pen.

(End of this chapter)