Feng Wu smiled lightly: "It's okay, I have to hurry up."
The middle -aged man was a little worried to go back to his position.
He was a little dull in his heart.
Du Yi, why did you see him so much?
The middle -aged man is Gao Ze. He is the highest in charge of the inscription room. Everyone is in awe of him, but the girl Du Yi is not like this.
So over time ... he and Du Yi have closer to and from.
Although he has a family, how can the mother and tiger in the family know that Du Yi knows and interest? So Gao Ze likes to be with Du Yi.
But the relationship between the two people cannot be made public, so it is just a private relationship.
What Gao Ze didn't know was that Du Yi just took him as a springboard. His real goal was not the highest chief of the inscription area.
Du Yi was controlled by Feng Wu, and she should say what she should say, but her relationship with Gao Ze did not tell Feng Wu. She only said that the chief was pretty good to her, and it was so vague.
Feng Wu didn't pay much attention.
Besides, where would she know that the two would do this?
But just now Gao Ze's concern about her made Feng Wu slightly skeptical.
Feng Wu was sitting in her station area and seemed to be busy working in her hands, but her eyes looked around.
It's early in the morning, looking at the sky bright, there are not many people staying up late.
Only her, Gao Ze, and two other people.
These three people are very busy and keep facing the data.
In this case, she first stole the information about the first -generation inscription propeller.
So, Feng Wu opened the big screen in front of him.
Soon, the inscription coded above appeared in Fengwu's eyes.
Feng Wu's memory is invincible, but -
This dense one is the inscription and the formation. Normal people may not memorize it for a year. Feng Wu wants to recite these ... It is not not possible, but it takes a lot of mental power.
There is no need for this.
Feng Wu used the fossils of the gods, coded the inscription on this page, and then went back to the decipher to study it.
After taking the first generation of inscription propeller coding, Feng Wu saw the last line of words:
Compared with the second -generation jet flight fighter, the first generation of propeller fighters is simply garbage!
The Junwu Empire didn't even have garbage, ridiculous, ridiculous!
Feng Wu frowned, this girl named Du Yi, and the Junwu Empire, what hate? Do you have to scold the Junwu Empire on it?
Feng Wu opened the inscription code of the second -generation jet flight fighter.
At the top of the encoding, she has a line of text:
The second -generation jet flight fighter, the fuselage must use a all -metal body, the body spray paint: The monarch is not immortal, why return home?
Feng Wu's heart tightened!
When Junwu is destroyed, why return home?
What should I go home?
This Du Yi, hatred for the Junwu Empire, is really strong.
Feng Wu smiled coldly. Since you hate the Junwu Empire so, then I have no psychological pressure to stole your inscription code.
Fengwu pages over the things on Duyi's big screen, one page shooting.
Soon, Feng Wu will shoot the full shot.
Gao Ze and several apprentices were discussed and were about to find Du Yi, but saw her stand up.
"What's wrong with you? The face is a little uncomfortable? The sound is a bit dumb?"
Speaking, Gao Ze's hands are about to hold Feng Wu's shoulders.
Feng Wu's eyes were wrinkled, and subconsciously should throw it over, but ... ...