As an android who often explored dangerous places in her previous life, Jolian was born with a fear of insufficient firepower.
Especially in this world where magic is everywhere, her symptoms have worsened.
Otherwise, she wouldn't have made the Double -响 Snake and the Ceremony of Flower - offering so quickly...
Jolian frowned in thought. Just now, she had also consulted Zuo Meng about the original owner's fighting style. Most of the time, it was to use her claws and combat suit to engage in close combat with the opponent.
The claws were the right hand that could injure Yimansha.
And the combat suit was the one she was wearing, which showed a bit of her healthy lower breasts...
"Combat suit... close combat..."
Jolian seemed to think of something. Now that she no longer had the mechanical body of an android, she had to make a piece of protective gear!
Although she hasn't been injured yet, what if something unexpected happens in the future?
Thinking this, she immediately went to her workbench, took off the combat suit she was wearing, and started to study it.
"I have to say... the original owner's alchemy is quite exquisite. Although there is no serial connection design, it still amplifies the power to the extreme, especially in the legs?"
As she said this, she seemed to have discovered something interesting. Yimansha also likes to kick people, right?
On the other side, the diligent and hard - working Wumulian was digging graves in the graveyard of [The Other Shore].
Why say she is diligent and hard - working... because she not only dug her own grave but also dug the graves of the others by the way.
"These people are really something. It's so unlucky to build a grave while they're still alive."
"Fortunately, you met me. Otherwise, your graves might be overgrown with grass next year!"
Wiping the sweat from her forehead, she carried the big shovel and was about to leave when she suddenly saw a very familiar photo.
"Hey? I remember I dug up Fu Xinyue's grave. Why is there another one?"
Wumulian walked over in confusion. Just as she was about to move the shovel, she caught sight of the name below - Fu Yuezheng?
"Who is this person? Fu Xinyue's younger sister or older sister?"
The pink - haired girl scratched her head. Looking at the girl in the photo who was 90% similar to Xinyue, she somehow felt a bit familiar?
The only difference between the two was that she was smiling very gently, much like when Yanyin was happy... As for when she was unhappy, forget it. It's all tears when talking about it...
After looking for a while, Wumulian left. She didn't have the idiotic idea of going to ask Xinyue about it.
This is not just a matter of politeness, but a matter of her life!
Shortly after she left, Fu Xinyue came, holding a bunch of flowers in her hand.
"Yuezheng... I'm here to see you..." With that, she placed the bouquet in front of the grave.
She found an open space and sat down, staring blankly at the sky and muttering to herself.
"Yuezheng... I've found her, but she doesn't remember us..."
"But don't worry... I didn't tell her what happened before. Things that are forgotten should be forgotten forever... After all, we were really ugly back then..."
Speaking of this, Xinyue showed a somewhat bitter smile.
Tears gradually filled her eyes. As if she could no longer hold back her emotions, she suddenly hugged the tombstone tightly:
"But... we're not ugly anymore. Why can't we live a good life?"
The girl cried desperately. No one noticed that not far away, there was also a Yimansha who was shedding tears.
"I'm sorry... I'm sorry..."
The scene returns to Jolian. She is now shirtless in the room, engraving magic arrays around the combat suit without any regard for her image.
"I need to add a piece of cloth here, improve the defensive performance, and connect the power output to the explosion magic array. One punch can blast the opponent flying. Hehe!"
After busying herself for almost the whole afternoon, the new - version combat suit was finally made by her!
Not only was the color changed to black, but the parts that were exposed before were covered up.
Of course, the legs and collarbone still need to be exposed. Otherwise, it would become a full - body leotard, which would greatly affect the aesthetic.
"Hiss~ Why do I feel that the clothes I modified look more alluring? Clearly, not much is exposed?"
Jolian picked up a strand of her white hair and walked barefoot back and forth on the ground, looking at herself in the mirror.
"Knock, knock..."
It was the familiar knock on the door, and it was the familiar Yimansha...
Only her eyes were a bit red, as if she had just cried?
"What's wrong?"
"Nothing..." Yimansha turned her face away a little unnaturally. She didn't know why she had come here.
"Oh..." Jolian saw that she was absent - minded and didn't ask further. She went back to the alchemy table to make shoes for herself.
The two of them probably maintained this silent state for a long time. Finally, Yimansha broke the silence:
"Jo, can you help me make some bricks?"
"Hmm?" Jolian looked at her in confusion. Finally, after the other party's gestures and mention of words like "gift", she finally understood that she was talking about pressure - sensitive magnetic storm mines.
"This thing is simple. We can go find Lian and make it." With that, Jolian put on a pair of black stockings, put on her knee - high boots and was about to leave, but suddenly found that Yimansha didn't move.
"Hmm? Let's go?"
"Yeah..."
By the time they found Wumulian, it was almost evening, and she was black and blue.
They learned that she had gone to fight Zuo Meng again.
And unfortunately, she met the 21 - year - old Zuo Meng...
Although at that time, she couldn't dispel other people's magic power, but just with her physical skills, she could beat the pink - haired girl who fought without any rules to death.
"I qiǎo, zhe bǐ ní yí dǐng yāo jiào ǒu quǎn fá!"
"Uh, okay..." It took Jolian a long time to understand what she meant, and she nodded quickly:
"All right, I'll teach you tomorrow. Lend me some fire today."
"Ōu"
Just like that, the three of them were busy until late at night. They made more than a hundred magnetic storm mines before Yimansha finally stopped.
"That's enough. If we make more, we can't take it anymore!"
"Oh..." Jolian looked at Wumulian who was lying on the ground and couldn't squeeze out any fire, interrupted the alchemy magic array in her hand, and asked the question in her heart:
"Yimansha, what do you need so many mines for?"
"To destroy the alchemy magic array in [The Underworld Land]. This is the content of our commission this time!"
Yimansha explained: "After more than half a month of my out - of - town investigation, I found that most of the resentful spirits in [The Underworld] are attached to the previous alchemy magic arrays."
"It's the life alchemy magic array!"
"Originally, I thought that we could directly use magic to destroy it at that time. But Ms. Vissel gave me a piece of news. Now it can be basically confirmed that the resentful spirits hurting people are being manipulated by someone.
"If we try to destroy the magic array, we are likely to be stopped and may even get into a fierce battle with the mastermind behind the scenes. That's why I want to use the things you made to avoid excessive consumption of magic power and keep us from being in a dangerous situation!"
"Oh, as expected of the Ice Emperor. You're really reliable in doing things~"
Wumulian somehow climbed onto the unused waste ice and said with a contented look on her face.
"Hmm..." Jolian nodded in agreement:
"According to what you said, I think more than a hundred might not be enough. Just to be on the safe side, let's make a few hundred more for backup tomorrow, okay?"
Yimansha: "..."
Wumulian: "..."
"Well, actually, we don't need to be this overly cautious..."