The divine art of origin (1)

When Zhao Hai returned to the No. 52 courtyard, it was already late. Qiu tie did not look at the Jade slip anymore. Instead, he was directing the robots to mine the rocks. He did not know how many rocks were enough, but he knew that the more the better.

Zhao Hai could not help but smile when he saw Qiu tie's expression. To be honest, this was the first time he had seen such a sensible child. He really liked Qiu tie from the bottom of his heart.

When Qiu tie saw that Zhao Hai had returned, he immediately came forward and bowed to Zhao Hai,"Young master, you're back."

Zhao Hai nodded and patted Qiu tie's head. &Quot; alright, tell them to stop. There are enough rocks. Let them cook. We'll eat. After eating, there's nothing else to do. You can then memorize your cultivation technique. &Quot;

Qiu tie replied happily and turned to run away. He stopped the construction robots that were mining stones and told the housekeepers to get the robots to cook.