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Chapter 1985 Uncle Nine Emperors, You Look Very Troubled

Dingdang cried for a long time this time, until he was out of breath.

After crying until the end, even Long Qian didn't bother to coax her, and threw her aside, letting her fend for herself.

At first, Feiyun apologized several times because of his misoperation, which frightened the little girl like that.

But no matter how hard she coaxed him, he couldn't coax her. Feiyun also gave up and abandoned her aside.

Women are so troublesome.

As for Chu Fengjin, she was still studying the dragon ball egg in her hand, her eyes serious.

"My lord, this thing is very dangerous, be careful." Feiyun couldn't help but remind him.

Chu Fengjin glanced at him with contempt in her eyes.

Feiyun immediately stopped talking and took a step back, not daring to say any more.

If his hands hadn't been itchy just now...well, he was really curious.

Who knew that this rope would actually explode when pulled, unlike other thunder bombs?

The thunderbolts they use have to be hit hard on the ground to explode!

Or it's too hot and can't handle the heat and explodes on its own.

But today, the autumn air is crisp and not hot at all.

"Did you really do it?"

"Yes, yes, isn't it awesome? Uncle Nine Emperors, let's go, I'll take you to see my design studio."

"Princess, please don't go in again, wuwuwu..."

"Feiyun, help me coax her. If you really can't coax her, think of a way to shut her up."

Crying all the time is no solution, it's so annoying.

Long Qian took Chu Fengjin's sleeve and pulled him into his design room.

Feiyun looked at Dingdang: "Don't..."

"Oh..." I am really scared. I almost died just now. How can I not cry?

If you don’t cry, you can’t vent your fear!

"Stop crying. If you cry again, don't blame me for being rude." Feiyun had a headache.

"Woooo..."

"Hello……"

"Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu..."

Now, my ears are finally clear.

After Feiyun clicked on Dingdang's acupuncture points, he also followed him into the design room.

He is really, really curious!

Chu Fengjin spent that day in Long Qian's design room.

It wasn't until the evening that the two of them remembered that it was time to have dinner.

Long Qian's stomach began to hurt slightly again.

Chu Fengjin immediately ordered people to prepare warm porridge.

While eating, Long Qian said: "Uncle Nine Emperors, with my plan, you will definitely be invincible on the battlefield in the future."

"Our prince has never been defeated in a battle. He is always invincible." Feiyun felt that he needed to make this clear.

Long Qian blinked.

So powerful?

"But, my dragon ball eggs can help you win faster! Besides, the battlefield is always dangerous and unknown. Who can guarantee that you will not be ambushed in your life?"

Once ambushed, it is impossible to win every battle.

There will always be accidents, isn't it? With multiple weapons, wouldn't it be more safe and more certain to win?

"I don't deny that you are indeed very powerful."

"Uncle Nine Emperors, you also think it's awesome, right? I just made a dozen today, and I'll make hundreds more for you tomorrow. I'm already comfortable with it now!"

Long Qian looked excited.

I did it slowly today because I didn’t feel comfortable using the things.

But it's different now. Now it's easy to make hundreds of them. It's still very easy.

Chu Fengjin rubbed his eyebrows.

Long Qian was a little puzzled: "Uncle Nine Emperors, what's wrong with you? Are you uncomfortable? You seem...very troubled? Are you unhappy?"


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