"You are the girl Feng Wu. I'm really sorry. You came and went in a hurry just now. I forgot to say hello to you. I'm Ji Ying, the eldest disciple of Master Duanmu. Would the girl Feng Wu be a friend?"
Feng Wu folded her arms and looked at Ji Ying with a half-smile.
It's so funny, this Ji Ying is actually playing tricks on her
His appearance is not even one-tenth of Feng Xiaoxun's, where does he have the confidence to use the beauty trick on himself
But at this time, Mo Ziming was almost pissed off, because this was the girl he took a fancy to first!
"Ji Ying, what do you mean?!" Mo Ziming's fire-breathing eyes stared at Ji Ying.
Ji Ying took a leisurely glance at Mo Ziming for the first time: "I am pursuing the girl I like, do I need your consent?"
So simple, straightforward, and straight to the point!
Mo Ziming stared at Ji Ying, unable to say a word.
Ji Ying looked at him with a smile: "No way, you also like our phoenix dance girl, right?"
Mo Ziming's face turned red, but he didn't speak.
Ji Ying smiled, and he looked at Feng Wu: "Miss Feng Wu, do you think I'm better, or Mo Ziming?"
Feng Wu once again looked at Ji Ying with a half-smile.
Not only did Ji Ying not feel embarrassed, but he took another step forward and said with a smile: "Miss Feng Wu, as you know, our master Duanmu is the most powerful master in the entire magic outfit, ninth level."
Feng Dance: "And then what?"
Girl Feng Wu actually talked to someone like Ji Ying? Mo Ziming only felt that he was going to explode, he took a step forward and pulled Feng Wu behind him, while he himself blocked between Feng Wu and Ji Ying.
His meaning was obvious, but Ji Ying thought he didn't exist, and looked at Feng Wu with a smile.
"Do you want to come to our Duanmu workshop?" Ji Ying looked at Feng Wu with a smile, "We have a ninth-level master in our Duanmu workshop, so we can learn a lot, and—"
Ji Ying smiled and looked at Feng Wu: "And do you know?"
Ji Ying said a word in Feng Wu's ear.
This sentence is that our master Duanmu will soon develop a flying fighter.
Ji Ying's eyes were glowing with peach blossoms: "The Junwu Empire's first flying fighter, when that time comes, everyone we have participated in will be engraved in the history books and will be remembered by future generations."
Feng Wu: "Do you think I will ask for a name?"
Ji Ying: "Everyone in the world seeks fame."
Feng Wu smiled: "But I don't ask for it."
Ji Ying didn't believe it.
Feng Wu: "Your words reminded me."
Ji Ying frowned: "What?"
Feng Wu: "I, Feng Wu, will never rub against other people's names. I will make a flying fighter myself."
puff-
Ji Ying seemed to have heard the funniest joke in the world, he raised his head and laughed loudly: "Oh my stomach... Xiao Fengwu, brother Ji is going to cramp from laughing, you girl, why are you so cute? "
With that said, Ji Ying wanted to come up and pinch Feng Wu's cheeks.
Mo Ziming raised his hand and blocked Ji Ying directly!
Feng Wu stared at Ji Ying's steps.
But seeing Ji Ying take a step back, he stopped.
Ji Ying glared at Mo Ziming: "Why are you courting death?!"
Mo Ziming did not show weakness: "If you want to fight, fight, don't talk nonsense!"
Seeing that the two were about to fight, one person appeared and stopped them.
"stop."
It is Master Wang.
Ji Ying doesn't have much respect for Master Wang, because Master Wang has an eighth-level inscription, and he is also an eighth-level inscription, so the two are equal.
(End of this chapter)