Feng Danyuan stood up, took a stack of drawings from the bookcase on one side, and placed them in front of her.
"Thanks."
Wei Zi lowered his head to look at the drawings, but when he thought of those deep peach blossom eyes, he couldn't look into them.
"Why don't you go for a walk outside, stretch your muscles, and breathe some fresh air?" Wei Zi couldn't say, because he stared at her and distracted her.
Feng Danyuan smiled and extended an invitation: "Together?"
Wei Zi shook her head: "I'm afraid of the cold."
"It's not cold." Feng Danyuan pulled her out from behind the table with a strong force.
"Hey -" Before Wei Zi could finish her words, he had already opened the door.
In an instant, snowflakes all over the sky came towards me, and it started to snow again outside the house without knowing when.
Wei Zi was startled and immediately felt a stream of warmth flowing through his limbs. He no longer felt cold even without a cloak.
"After passing the ninth level of 'Canghailu', you don't have to worry about me injuring myself if I use my internal energy."
He blocked Wei Zi's words as if he had the ability to read minds.
With a gentle wave of his other hand, Feixue was isolated from them by an invisible wall of air.
He held her hand and walked slowly in the snow.
Wei Zi was initially pleasantly surprised by the freshness of the snow falling on her body.
Gradually, she felt that everything was falling quietly like the snow and returning to the earth quietly.
There is no suspense, only the peace of mind that the dust has settled.
"It's snowing. If we don't hold an umbrella and keep walking, can we get all the way to Baitou?"
I once read it on the Internet, and it suddenly popped up. Of course I just thought it was hokey, but now I think how lucky I would be if it were true!
Wei Zi couldn't help but hold Feng Danyuan's hand tightly and interlocked with his fingers.
No matter how it ends, it's great to meet him in such a way in this life.
*
Before dinner, Wei Zi placed the two revised drawings in front of Kang Chuwu and the craftsmen of the foundry.
"You can try it." Kang Chuwu nodded after reading the drawings of surgical equipment.
After reading another piece of information, I couldn't help but smile after being surprised: "Miss Wei, do you want to join our 'Tiangong Sect'? With your qualifications, it won't be a problem for you to become an elder."
Wei Zi smiled and said: "Thank you for the promotion, but this is not my ambition."
Kang Chuwu shrugged and expressed a slight regret. She just said casually, even if Wei Zi was willing, wouldn't there still be a difficult Feng Danyuan?
Wei Zi asked again: "Is the pistol I gave you last time loaded with bullets?"
Kang Chuwu smiled and said: "I just made the first batch of bullets two days ago. They are very good and did not explode. I rarely convince others, but today I have to praise you: King Yan's level is really not an exaggeration. The sword has not exploded yet."
Old!"
"Let me try?"
"OK, let's go."
After getting the familiar pistol, Wei Zi felt that something was different.
Kang Chuwu explained: "The bullets you gave me are really not exactly the same, so I slightly modified the pistol."
Wei Zi could understand. Modern times and today's ancient times are separated by thousands of years, and the technological level is like the two ends of the Milky Way. Because a pistol can be directly wired to form a bridge, it is ultimately unrealistic.
Kang Chuwu could think of this compromise method, which is already very impressive.
Wei Zi pondered for a moment and dismantled the pistol skillfully. After carefully looking at each component, she looked at Kang Chuwu again, and there were only three words in her eyes: Talent!
A weapon with such high technical requirements was actually modified by Kang Chuwu.
It's no wonder that Feng Danyuan, despite his kindness and power, wanted to keep Kang Chuwu.
Quickly loading the pistol, she asked Kang Chuwu: "Give me a bullet."
Kang Chuwu took the bullet as he was told: "Go to the yard and try it."
