Crazy Girl: Genius Beast Tamer

Chapter 41
Raising his hand and throwing the machine gun into Mo Shaoming's hand, Feng Qingluo raised his eyebrows and asked coldly, "Can you refine weapons?"

"Does refining spells count?" Mo Shaoming played with the machine gun in his hand, his eyes flashed with amazement.

With such a precise design, even the top design masters are unable to conceive it independently, and I don't know how this little girl came up with it.

Feng Qingluo's cold eyes flashed cunningly, and she threw the unrefined scrap iron into Mo Shaoming's hands, "Is the gift for the apprentice just a spell? Is it not enough to learn how to refine weapons?" ?"

"Yes." Mo Shaoming's thin lips moved slightly, and he sat on the chair casually, with a little elegance in his simple movements, "However, since it was designed by you, can you give me a demonstration? Little Luoer Don't you even agree to the request of being a teacher?"

There was a smile in Lan Po's eyes, and Mo Shaoming played with the ring between his fingers.

Feng Qingluo raised her eyebrows, and asked back, "Is there anything you don't agree to, it's just refining!"

The spiritual energy in Feng Qingluo's hands was brewed, and she turned around and walked to the opposite side of Han Ming. Although the Feng family had fallen a lot, they had never been stingy in refining tools and alchemy.

Bowing his head and finishing all the materials, Feng Qingluo followed Han Ming's steps, threw all the refining tools into it, and then used his thoughts to gather the materials, but he didn't want to move the thoughts, the spirit sword in his mind touched Material.

With a loud bang, the entire stove exploded, and a stream of heat flowed across the surface.

Feng Qingluo's petite figure stepped back a few steps, the barrier in her hand hadn't been thrown out, her body was already protected by Mo Shaoming, the blue water aura wrapped her whole body, and she fell into Mo Shaoming's arms.

"Stupid, don't you even know how to refine weapons?"

"I didn't know it was so difficult!" Feng Qingluo muttered, she raised her head to meet Mo Shaoming's eyes, but was startled.

Mo Shaoming was looking down at her, Lan Po's eyes were no longer teased as before, they were all worried, "Stupid Luoer, are you hurt?"

Feng Qingluo didn't know why, but her heart felt inexplicably sour.

She looked up at the man in front of her, with complete uncertainty under her eyes. This inexplicable emotion came too suddenly, which made her unable to adapt.

"why?"

Why did he save her the first time they met!Why help her again and again!She thought she could keep avoiding and pretending to be disgusted, but she still couldn't help asking.

"Like?" Mo Shao meditated for a long time, and for some reason, he wanted to get close to this woman.

like?Feng Qingluo looked at the man in front of her, and the corners of her lips overflowed with sarcasm inexplicably. She originally just liked it, but she had long been numb to "love", let alone the so-called liking.

"But I don't like you! There won't be any in the future!"

Feng Qingluo pushed Mo Shaoming away, she turned her head, her voice was extremely cold, "I don't care what your reason is, if you say you are willing to help, then stay, if you don't, then go—— "

Feng Qingluo turned around and walked outside, her feet stepped on the ground, she was so firm, she was clearly moved, didn't she, but the word love will never belong to her!

Mo Shaoming's footsteps were slightly stagnant, he looked at Feng Qingluo's back, he suddenly felt that she was inexplicably lonely, like a rose with thorns, which made him feel heartache.

Feng Qingluo put her head into the water, and the icy cold water made her wake up, so let's treat all of this as a dream.

Reaching out and inserting the newly made machine gun into her waist, Feng Qingluo shook the tight clothes on her body, turned around and walked towards the training ground.

"Qing'er." A soft cry came from behind, and Feng Qingluo's footsteps faltered slightly.

(End of this chapter)