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Chapter 629 Touch Me More

Si Yao raised his hand and gently tapped Pingping's forehead.

When Pingping saw her owner's hand leave immediately after touching it, she quickly flapped her wings and chased after it, rubbing her head against her owner's hand, indicating that she should touch it more.

Touch it more, touch it a few more times*???????.

Si Yao stroked Ping Ping's furry head again, and remembered what Xian Xian said about not being able to reach the threshold of becoming a Saint-level elf. He asked softly, "Ping Ping, do you think you can upgrade to Saint-level?"

Saint level?

Pingping stopped rubbing her owner's hand instantly, as if she was a student who was distracted in class and was stopped by the teacher.

There was a hint of guilt on his face.

Although the inherited memories all told her to work hard to upgrade, and after reaching a certain level of ability, she should upgrade from elementary to intermediate to advanced and then to saint level, but after she reached the advanced level, she felt as if she could not reach the saint level no matter how hard she tried, so she gave up.

But she was the oldest sister among all the elves, and she couldn't just give up. So most of the time she pretended to work hard, going out early and coming back late, and sleeping in the apple tree.

But this matter must never be exposed!

Ping Ping glanced at her master quietly, and seeing that she didn't seem to know that she was slacking off on weekdays, she cautiously said, "Maybe."

Maybe?

Si Yao frowned in some confusion and clicked his tongue softly. This felt a little different from what Xianxian said. Why did it feel like Pingping could still be upgraded?

"Xianxian said that he can't reach the edge of the Saint level. Do you think you can touch it?" Si Yao straightened Pingping's messy hair and stared into her eyes seriously.

Pingping blinked a few times and suddenly realized that after Xianxian reached the advanced level, she couldn't see the conditions required to reach the holy level just like her. So it was normal for her and she could answer honestly.

"I can't touch it." Pingping said obediently.

Si Yao nodded and looked at the elf outside.

Therefore, because we are now advocating for gradual upgrades, it is difficult for elves to upgrade to the Saint level. In fact, the energy required for the Saint level and the Advanced level is not much different, it is just a branch. It is difficult for elves that have upgraded to the Advanced level to upgrade to the Saint level again because the healing direction of their fruits is different.

Thinking in this way, I understand why a saint-level grower only appears once every few hundred years. Most growers don't know this and just think that it's enough to be upgraded to the advanced level. This leads to the development direction of all elves being towards the advanced level rather than the saint level.

Yun Man, the only one who knows the truth about this matter, is obsessed with immortality and power. Her initial obsession that only she can save the galaxy has turned into all kinds of desires.

Si Yao nodded and coaxed softly, "It's okay, Pingping is already great now, it doesn't matter whether you can reach the Saint level or not. Pingping, don't you feel that Shengsheng has suppressed you in terms of level?"

Pingping nodded vigorously.

Although other primary and intermediate elves often say that Shengsheng feels oppressive, she actually doesn't feel it that obviously. To her, Xianxian is just a little sister.

After Si Yao successfully verified it, it became clear. No wonder Sheng Sheng could jump directly from the primary level to the saint level. The threshold of the saint level is so high. No matter how much energy she accumulates, it doesn't seem that she can be so powerful. Sheng Sheng's will is stronger. She just wants to become a saint-level elf, and she has forcibly transformed from a high-level elf to a saint-level elf.

Other elves do not have as strong willpower as Sheng Sheng, so naturally they cannot become saint-level elves.

In the end, it was still a problem of the original naming. Who came up with such misleading names like Advanced and Saint, causing everyone to think that Saint was a stronger level, and everyone was following the rules to make their elves strive for the Advanced level...

Si Yao raised his hand and rubbed Pingping's little face again, then stood up and went to the factory warehouse to check on the situation of the rice.

After the harvest yesterday, all the rice was transported to the factory by robots. After a night of threshing and machine drying, it was almost done. The rice grains were full and filled the entire warehouse.

Fortunately, this factory equipment was specially built at that time. Otherwise, given the current inconvenience in transportation, it would be very difficult to find a place to process the rice, and we would probably have to use the most primitive method of drying it.

Now it has been dealt with in one night.

Si Yao raised his hand and opened the factory's operation panel. After making sure that all the projects were completed, he clicked the shelling option.

Soon, the rice in the full warehouse was transported to the house next door little by little through the pipe, and slowly entered the machine. After a while, the white round rice was output from the other direction and directly loaded into the square storage device and stored according to the packaging.

If it is just for ordinary storage, it would normally be stored in the form of rice, but Si Yao feels that once the new prime minister of the federation takes office, something will definitely cause trouble, so it is better to process the rice in advance and put it away one by one.

In this way, if something really happens, transportation will be much more convenient.

Fortunately, the rice is ripe.

Si Yao glanced at the data above. The weight of the rice before husking was 92 tons. With this calculation, at least for the next month, even if the army ate rice every day, it would be enough for them to eat.

After confirming that the rice was packaged in boxes, Si Yao set up the autonomous monitoring mode. Then he went into the rice warehouse, picked up a box, and looked at the packaging carefully.

He didn't know what kind of packaging it was, but the fifty kilograms of rice seemed to be nothing at all, and it floated lightly on his arms. Si Yao carried it home decisively.

How about making some porridge for Wen Xiao to taste?

Although she had tasted what she had made last time and the taste was hard to describe, Wen Xiao seemed to like it very much, just like Lan Zhuochi liked to eat raw bamboo. Maybe this was his preference.

Si Yao thought without any burden.

Then the bowl of porridge was placed on the small table in Wen Xiao's room.

Wen Xiao found that his sense of taste had recovered after taking medicine early in the morning: ...

Wen Xiao quietly looked at the millet porridge in front of him, which looked a little gray for some reason. He stared at it carefully for a long time, then raised his head and looked at Si Yao, "Did you put anything else in it besides rice and water?"

Si Yao was very sincere, "I tasted this, and it has no flavor. I was afraid that you didn't want to eat it, so I saw on the Internet that it said that you could add some seasoning, so I added it according to the steps. It shouldn't be bad."

It is actually a little difficult to add it according to the steps. She has never been able to understand what the appropriate amount mentioned above is. She can only add the appropriate amount according to her own ideas.

Follow the steps.

Smell·Recovered his sense of taste·Xiao was instantly relieved and took a bite.