Feed the little guys? Do you want me to chew up saw blades to feed them?! (Seeking guaranteed monthly votes)

Too terrible.

Absolutely terrible.

It could only hold for three days.

So many methods, yet none of them could seal it.

The little ones rustled and whispered among themselves. Little Ink Marker flew into a rage:

I'm not terrible! The materials are no good! The material quality is terrible! How could walls made of ordinary wood possibly withstand it?!

It jumped up and flicked its Ink Line, lashing out four times with sharp smacks. The little ones scattered at once. Even Little Oil Lamp, the best fighter among them, had no intention of facing its fury head-on. It leaped high into the air and dove straight into Shen Le's backpack.

With a series of rustling sounds, the zipper closed, hiding it inside. Shen Le hurried over and picked up Little Ink Marker.

"That's right, that's right. Zheng Mo is the strongest, the most amazing. The house model you made for our home is still perfectly fine—it can monitor the entire house flawlessly.

"It was my fault. I should have taken out the spirit wood from the beginning. I made you waste all that effort. Shall we do it again?"

As he praised it, warmth surged from his hands and flowed into Little Ink Marker's body.

Little Ink Marker's Ink Line twanged twice. From its wooden ink box to its pitch-black Ink Line, then to its heavy Lead Weight, every part of it gleamed faintly, as though showing off Shen Le's favoritism to the others.

It swung the Lead Weight in several circles above Shen Le's head before slowly stopping and consoling him.

"It's fine. We'll use spirit wood this time! Spirit wood has much stronger load-bearing capacity! I guarantee the seal will be solid, without even the slightest leak. I guarantee those people won't be disturbed!"

Shen Le quickly pulled