C77

"Xue Yang, what are you doing?" Song Yu quickly put down the seafood in his hands and ran over to stop Xue Yang, but Xue Yang just indicated that she should not come over.

His second kick directly landed on Peng Da who was about to fall.

"Men have gold under their knees, they kneel to heaven and to earth, to their parents, this is nothing. I already warned you the last time I came to bother you, my patience has its limits!" Xue Yang who was standing picked at his nails, his face currently not looking too good.

However, Song Yu continued: "You know that I'm talking about his self-esteem."

"What kind of self-esteem does a person who is about to kneel down have? If you want to learn sculpting, you need to see what kind of decision he has right now, not what he's determined to do."

"He is kneeling and begging you."

"So it has nothing to do with carving." Xue Yang chuckled at this time, and immediately waved his hand, signalling Song Yu to stop talking about Peng Da.

Song Yu could only sigh, but following that a smile appeared on his face. When he smelled the seafood that Xue Yang brought his, she was still very happy.

It was just that Xue Yang did not see the happy smile on his face at this time.

Ever since Xue Yang had been injured by the Flood Dragon last time, he had not officially created anything.

After being injured for a hundred days, although Xue Yang looked no different from before on the surface, he looked no different from before because he had acquired the super power of self-recovery.

However, there was a strange feeling that only Xue Yang could feel.

From the moment he woke up, Xue Yang felt that there was something extra in his chest, like a breath of air. But when Xue Yang used a simple method to touch his chest, he didn't feel anything at all.

A wave of qi that was not there was stuck in his chest, making Xue Yang feel uncomfortable.

And this strange feeling had also affected his state of mind to a certain extent. Xue Yang was not even able to calm down right now to properly think about any problems.

He casually took out a small piece of jade from the side of the table. He had already forgotten when he had thrown away a small piece of jade. Now that he had picked it up, he could only test his mental state.

Xue Yang spent an hour to carve the small stone in his hand, but when the small stone was carved into a small bottle gourd, Xue Yang threw it into the trash can.

Trash, it was simply trash.

Ever since Xue Yang learned the engraving, although he did not have the ability to turn stones into gold, as long as it was jade in his hands, no matter how easily Xue Yang carved it, it would always become something lifelike in Xue Yang's heart.

But what Xue Yang had carved out was a pile of trash.

The qi in his chest seemed to have an increasingly stronger influence on him. Xue Yang did not believe it, and directly took out a few small jades from the corner of the small dark room, but after his hard work carving, all of these things were eventually thrown into the trash can.

Because they're all garbage.

Xue Yang's carving skills had been refined over a long period of time, so he had no problems with the basic work of carving the jade.

However, every time Xue Yang thought about that crucial point, that lump of something that seemed to exist in his mind, would appear. It was as if a devilish brat was causing trouble, preventing Xue Yang from thinking any further.

Carving a stone was like exploring and reconstructing an unknown object. The amount of thought required to carve it was not inferior to some mental work. If one did not succeed at the most crucial moment, then the entire sculpture would become a piece of trash.

Maybe he could at least sell it for twice the price of the ingredients, but to Xue Yang, it would be trash.

Xue Yang's mind was in such a mess with that unknown object, so he could only put down the carving knife in his hand. After half an hour of meditating, the feeling in his head finally improved a lot.

But when Xue Yang wanted to pick up the blade again, the "troublemaker" immediately came back to visit his brain.

Xue Yang kept his blade.

No matter what he carved, it would be a huge waste of stone materials. It was only because he had no way to calm his heart down.

It was also when Xue Yang was extremely depressed, to the point where he wanted to use his carving knife to cut open his own chest, that he heard a rustling sound.

Xue Yang immediately listened carefully to make sure that it was not the voice he heard in his head. He looked towards the direction of the sound and discovered that there was only one Little rat's nest in that direction.

With a baffling mood, Xue Yang directly walked towards that direction. He paced back and forth next to the nest, and when he leaned his ear on the nest to listen, he realized that there was no movement at all.

That was strange.

Just as Xue Yang wanted to turn around, he heard a sharp and clear shattering sound from his nest.

Xue Yang held his breath as he looked at the nest. Only now did he realize that the layer of crystal above his nest had completely shattered, just like how it had been the moment the safety glass was broken, immediately shattering into countless small pieces.

Just as the pieces fell off, a hole opened up in the nest.

A small golden head stuck its head out.

It should be a mouse, but where did my Little rat go?

Thinking about it, Xue Yang quickly dug his way out of the hole. After pulling out the golden mouse, he rushed down to search, but he still could not find the purple figure.

At this time, the golden mouse directly climbed onto Xue Yang's arm, raised its two front arms and squeaked.

It was just that this golden mouse was a size bigger than her own Hungry Little rat, moreover, it did not look as cute as the Little rat.

When the Goldbiter Rat climbed onto Xue Yang's work table and directly swallowed a piece of jade, Xue Yang's heart almost collapsed.

It was not because he could not find the Little rat, but because Xue Yang could already confirm that this fellow was her own Little rat.

Although everything that had life would grow, no matter if the caterpillar turned into a butterfly, or the ugly duckling turned into a swan, or even the fact that a woman turned into a swan in human society, all these proved that life was becoming more and more beautiful.

But what about his own Little rat?

The purple fur had disappeared, and what replaced it was the color of tycoon gold.

Moreover, this thing was a lot bigger than before. It was not cute at all.

Grief and sorrow filled his words.

However, the Little rat didn't mind Xue Yang's sloppy mood at all. It climbed up and down the little black room and collected all kinds of delicious jade stones.

Seeing that many of the good materials he had stored had been gobbled up by the Little rat, Xue Yang had no choice but to grumble: "Forget about getting uglier and uglier, I will also not talk about getting fatter, but do you not even have any goals? In the past, you only ate good jade, but now you don't even let go of low-grade goods. "

The reason why Xue Yang said that was entirely because the Little rat was chewing on a lampshade. This lampshade was only bought by Xue Yang when he was visiting the jade market and looked good, it had no value.

But for such a low-grade lampshade, suckling mice will not let go.

After finishing the lampshade, the Little rat finally crawled back in front of Xue Yang. After stretching for a bit, it directly went into Xue Yang's shirt pocket.

In the past, when Little rat burrowed into Xue Yang's pockets, it could be said to be effortless, but now that fellow was just a giant ball. Wanting to burrow into Xue Yang's pockets, he truly wasted a bit of strength.

It was only when the Little rat filled Xue Yang's pockets to the brim that he fell into deep sleep.

"Indeed, the fatter and lazier you are, the more appropriate it is for us humans. Mouse, you are the same as well." Xue Yang sighed, and could only bring the Little rat with him as he walked out of the small dark room.

When the Lady Boss saw the sleeping large golden ball in her pocket, she immediately covered her mouth and whispered, "So cute, how can the Little rat eat fat? Golden little fatty, haha."

The Lady Boss had always loved and doted upon the Little rat. Otherwise, she wouldn't have spent so much effort to customize a warm little nest for it.

Right now, he was clearly uglier than before, yet she still praised him in such a manner. She wasn't afraid of his pride.

Xue Yang frowned, he did not agree with the Lady Boss's words, and directly gave her a sum of money and walked towards the jade market.

The small, dark room's stock had already been completely emptied by the little fatty. Whether it was for his carving or the little fatty's rations, he needed to hurry and add more stock.

Ever since Xue Yang had sold the Dragon Travelling Wall for two hundred million, he and the Lady Boss already had quite a few people.

Right now, Xue Yang was completely capable of going to the Deep Sea Jade Market for a round, but he was still used to it. He chose to go to the Jade Market first, after all, he hadn't gone there for a very long time, so there might be more good stuff that he needed to explore.

Xue Yang casually stopped a car, and after arriving at the jade market, intentionally or not, he walked towards a corner of the market.

Last time, in that corner, he and Boss Bai had met a commoner Carver who was proficient at carving flat relief sculptures, and had even discovered the River Diagram which could be considered as a classic that was passed down.

Xue Yang stepped into the shop, and was greeted by a young girl with pigtails.