Chapter 1322
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Master Rong Yang gave Feng Wu a wry smile. "I can't use the refinery room for a while, and …"
Master Rong Yang shook his head. "I haven't figured out why the dragon scale gold failed, and I really can't start working on a new weapon right away. However —"
Master Rong Yang looked a little guilty. "Kiddo, no one can take away what you've done. How about this …"
Master Rong Yang suggested, "I have some fine weapons in my private vault. Why don't you pick one that you like?"
Master Rong Yang's weapons were all excellent. However, what Feng Wu needed was a Fallen Star Sword that matched her Fallen Star Swordplay, which couldn't be replaced by any other weapon.
Feng Wu shook her head with a wry smile. "I'm afraid I can't do that."
Zuo Qingyu smirked inwardly. Feng Wu, don't think that you can do whatever you want just because Master Rong Yang is being nice to you. Master Rong Yang wouldn't be able to do that even if he wanted to.
However —
Feng Wu only smiled. "Master Rong Yang, what if I can help you solve the problem you're having with the dragon scale gold dagger?"
Master Rong Yang looked at Feng Wu in resignation.
Even he didn't know why he had failed, so how could the girl know?
Master Rong Yang wasn't the only one. The others shook their heads and whispered among themselves.
"That Feng Wu. Why doesn't she know when to stop?"
"She's going to blow her cover if she keeps bragging."
"Master Rong Yang was grateful to her, but if she keeps this up, she's going to forget all that."
Even the old steward kept giving Feng Wu meaningful looks, hinting that she should quit while she was ahead.
However, Feng Wu stood there and didn't move. She smiled at Master Rong Yang without saying a word, waiting for his reply.
Master Rong Yang had thought that Feng Wu was joking, but judging from the look on her face, she didn't seem to be joking at all.
The old man fell into deep thought.
Seeing that Master Rong Yang was hesitating, Zuo Qingyu said anxiously, "Master Rong Yang, this …"
Feng Wu smiled at Zuo Qingyu. "You think I'll succeed, don't you?"
"Of course not!" Zuo Qingyu smirked.
Feng Wu chuckled. "How about we make a bet?"
Zuo Qingyu frowned. "What do you want to bet?"
Glancing at the dagger in Zuo Qingyu's hand, Feng Wu smiled. "If I can't help Master Rong Yang with this, I'll promise you one thing. Anything!"
Zuo Qingyu's eyes lit up. "Anything? What if I ask you to commit suicide?! "
Feng Wu stood there with an indifferent look on her face. "Then I'll have to kill myself."
"Xiao Wu!" Chaoge took Feng Wu's hand and looked worried.
Feng Wu only smiled and said to Zuo Qingyu, "If you want me to kill myself, I'll kill myself."
It was so tempting that Zuo Qingyu couldn't contain her excitement. She stared at Feng Wu and asked, "What if I lose?"
Feng Wu pointed at the dragon scale gold in Zuo Qingyu's hand. "If you lose, you'll have to give it to me."
One was Feng Wu's life, and the other was the useless dragon scale gold … Anyone would know which one to choose.
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