The Enchanting Dance of The Phoenix

Chapter 62: Forge Union 3

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"Little girl, don't be so stingy! Do you still have a spar in your hand? Give me a few more pieces!"

Fu Man rubbed his hands, staring at Mo Qingyan expectantly, hoping that she would take out a few more spars.

There must be a spar on the little girl doll, otherwise, why would she be willing to take out three pieces at once

"No, it's just three pieces."

Mo Qingyan lied without blinking.

What if she lied? Anyway, as long as she doesn't take it out, who can know that she still has spar

"Really? You didn't lie to me?"

Fu Man looked at her suspiciously.

This little girl was so young, but so treacherous, that he didn't believe that there would be no spar on her.

But looking from the left to the right, Mo Qingyan's expression was still so open, coupled with her decisive tone, even Fu Man couldn't help but believe it a little bit, but there was still a little doubt in her heart!

"Really! I don't lie to you."

Mo Qingyan quickly swears to the sky. After swearing, she put her hands behind her back and secretly hit a cross.

"I said Master Fuman, should you help me make the mask? I'm in a hurry."

In the end, watching Fu Man staring at herself with a look of disbelief, she hurriedly interrupted his gaze.

"Well, it will be done soon, you can go out first."

After Fu Man knew that she really "has no" spar, he curled his lips and waved away the three of them.

"Hey… "

Mo Qing was rushed out in a daze, now staring at the door to vent his anger.

Isn't it just a look at how he is going to hit the iron? Why are you so stingy...

In other words, it seems that the refiner and the iron master are a bit similar, right? Wait-it's far away, hello!

After waiting for about twenty minutes, Fu Man finally walked out of the mixing room, holding a few masks on his left and right hands.

"The mask is ready, are you satisfied?"

Fu Man gave the mask to Mo Qingyan with both hands.

After the refining device had calmed down, the excitement in Fu Man's heart had calmed down, and his expression had returned to seriousness.

"It's okay, so-so!"

Mo Qingyan took the mask and looked at it carefully. The mask was very thin, less than 0.1 millimeter, as thin as a cicada's wings.

Then she threw the silver mask to Lian Che and Lian Po, she began to observe her mask carefully.

The enchanting red color is her favorite.

The mask is finely carved with the pattern of the other shore flower, bloodthirsty and gorgeous, with a suffocating bloody beauty.

So-so? This is also called so-so? !

The corners of Fu Man's mouth twitched unnaturally.

This little girl is too difficult to serve...

"Master Fuman, thank you so much! I will come to you again when I have the opportunity."

With a thought, Mo Qingyan said with a smile as he put the mask into the Phoenix ring.

"Well, very welcome..."

Your spar is very welcome...

Fu Man put his hands behind him, watching Mo Qingyan lead Lian Che and the others downstairs, and then walked out of the Craftsmen's Union.

"Oh! What a weird little girl!"

Gently shook his head, Fu Man murmured to himself, turned around and walked back to the mixing room, studying the remaining spar intently.

"Qinqin, what do you want this mask to do?"

After playing with the mask for a long time, Lian Po still feels that his face looks more beautiful. When wearing the mask, his majestic face will not be seen by others

"Nonsense, of course the mask is used to wear, don't you still use it to hold water to drink?"

Mo Qing gave him a pale look, as if you knew it was asking.