Didn't he remember who he was complaining about now?
It was Ah Li whom he was protecting with his life!
"It's not all Ah Li's intention. It's just that I'm anxious and want to settle everything before returning to Tengbei."
Long Xinghe didn't want to waste time. After sitting down at the table, she picked up her weapon and continued to finish the last finishing work.
"There's not much left to do. After finishing this weapon, using up all the last of her raw materials, and finishing the last batch of ammunition, it's basically over."
"So, you will return to Tengbei when the time comes?"
Feng Wuya's voice was somewhat calm.
But in the calmness, it's a bit cold.
Long Xinghe glanced at him, knowing that he was unhappy, but she still smiled and said, "I can't stay here forever and rely on you."
"I never said it's not allowed..."
"By the way, I've prepared something for you. Just wait a moment. I'll design the mechanism and get it for you."
It can be seen that Long Xinghe is really attentive now.
Feng Wuya also looked at the mechanism carefully. He seemed to understand it, but he seemed not to understand it at all.
There are some small steel wires that are intricately tangled together. They seem to be inextricably linked. I don't know what each small wire is used for.
"Did you make them all piece by piece?" Feng Wuya couldn't help but sigh with emotion.
This is really not something that ordinary people can create.
"Just use this stove?" Also, what is the other thing on the table that seems to be filled with sand?
"This sand furnace is used to open molds... it is used to create models."
"How does sand create models?" It's really, unheard of.
"I'll let you see it with your own eyes another day. It's very troublesome to explain, but if you've seen it with your own eyes, then I don't need to explain it."
Long Xinghe smiled without even raising his eyes.
Carefully, use your fingertips to string together very small, very thin steel wires slowly.
She doesn't look like a clever person. After all, she looks more like a general marching and fighting.
But when it comes to doing these small tasks, he is more dexterous than anyone else.
These hands...
At this moment, Feng Wuya took a serious look at Long Xinghe's hands for the first time.
There is nothing particularly beautiful about her hands, neither delicate nor delicate, but her fingers are definitely the most perfect among the people Feng Wuya has ever seen.
Maybe it's not that the fingers are good-looking, but that the proportions, the movements, the lightness... You can't tell what's good about the ten fingers, but they just completely step on your aesthetics.
It's so beautiful that you can't take your eyes away.
"Aren't you afraid that I will be distracted if you stare at me like this?" Long Xinghe still just smiled and did not raise his head.
Feng Wuya's gaze couldn't help but fall on her lips.
Even though a face was destroyed, it is still terrible to look at. Even recently, the scars seem to be getting darker, bigger and more unsightly.
But at this moment, the smile on her lips, casual and indifferent, suddenly took away all his breath.
How could a girl who was not beautiful, and even had a disfigured face, have such a shocking smile?
Simple, straightforward, peaceful, and a bit lazy...
Feng Wuya's palm suddenly fell on his chest and he covered it with force.
