After copying the scripture twenty times, Sanluo's hands were shaking when he held the water cup. In the past, he had practiced holding a bronze sword weighing more than 100 kilograms for a whole day, but he had never felt so tired.
After his spiritual veins were damaged and his magic power was gone, he had to rely on food and drink like ordinary people to maintain a normal life. A few days ago, he was seriously injured, so Yue Wuchen cooked porridge for him with minced meat to help him recover. Sanluo ate while secretly despising it. After all, when he was in the magic world, no one dared to deprive him of wine and meat, and this bland minced meat could never satisfy his appetite.
But now...
Sanluo looked at the plate of cabbage, the plate of tofu and the bowl of white rice on the table and felt insulted.
...Is this feeding the sheep?
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