[I need furniture!]
[I need lots and lots of furniture!]
[I want to fill every room!]
The Ancient Residence model was bursting with energy, making demand after demand. Before Shen Le could speak, his backpack grew lighter, and the Little Oil Lamp floated out in a ball of silver light:
[All right, all right! Is there anywhere to hang a lamp here? I want somewhere to hang myself!]
The Ancient Residence eagerly extended an eave. The Little Oil Lamp immediately flew up and hung itself from it. In an instant, light blazed forth, illuminating the entire courtyard:
It was dozens of times more effective than the moonlight spilling down from the sky, or the palace lantern that had once floated above the eaves.
Shen Le couldn't help smiling. His phone gave a little tug in his palm, and the Brush Pot jumped out too. It grew as soon as it touched the ground, returning to its original, meter-tall form.
The silk skirts drifted eagerly out of the Brush Pot and wandered around the courtyard:
[It's so big here!]
[Yes, it's so comfortable!]
[Can we have a room here?]
[Just one would be enough-]
The ground beneath Shen Le's feet shook violently, nearly knocking him over.
He promptly lowered his center of gravity into a horse stance and kept his balance. With a series of clacks beside him, a row of stone bricks jumped up and stacked themselves into a tower, trying their best to support him:
[Sorry, sorry. I only wanted to say hello to them. I moved too much.] A bright young girl's voice apologized softly.
Shen Le turned to look at the row of bricks, then at the pillar right beside him, which looked ready to break free of the eaves. He silently moved two steps away:
"It's