Chapter 3291
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"You must be Miss Feng Wu. I'm so sorry. I came and left in such a hurry that I forgot to greet you. You're Ji Ying, Master Duanmu's first disciple. Miss Feng Wu, would you like to be my friend? "
Crossing her arms, Feng Wu gave Ji Ying a half-smile.
That was so funny. Ji Ying was trying to seduce her?
He wasn't even one-tenth as good-looking as Feng Xun. Where did he get the confidence to do that?
Meanwhile, Mo Ziming was furious, for he had set his eyes on Feng Wu first!
"Ji Ying, what's the meaning of this?!" Mo Ziming stared at Ji Ying with eyes that could spit fire.
Ji Ying glanced at Mo Ziming unhurriedly. "Do I need your permission to pursue the girl I like?"
It was so simple, straightforward, and straightforward!
Mo Ziming stared at Ji Ying, unable to utter a single word.
Ji Ying grinned at him. "Don't tell me you like our Miss Feng Wu as well?"
Mo Ziming flushed, but he didn't say anything.
Ji Ying smiled and looked at Feng Wu. "Miss Feng Wu, who do you think is better, me or Mo Ziming?"
Feng Wu gave Ji Ying another half-smile.
Ji Ying didn't feel embarrassed at all. Instead, he took another step forward and smiled. "Miss Feng Wu, do you know that Master Duanmu is the best in the magic equipment department? He's a Level 9 master."
Feng Wu asked, "And?"
Why would Miss Feng Wu talk to someone like Ji Ying? Mo Ziming felt like he was going to explode. He took a step forward, pulled Feng Wu behind him, and put himself between Feng Wu and Ji Ying.
His intention was clear, but Ji Ying ignored him and smiled at Feng Wu.
"Do you want to come to our Duanmu Workshop?" Ji Ying smiled at Feng Wu. "Our Duanmu Workshop has a Level 9 master, and you can learn a lot from him. Plus —"
Ji Ying smiled at Feng Wu. "And you know what?"
Ji Ying whispered something in Feng Wu's ear.
That was, "Master Duanmu is going to develop a fighter jet soon."
Ji Ying's eyes twinkled. "This is the Junwu Empire's first flying fighter. When the time comes, everyone who participated in it will be remembered by future generations."
Feng Wu said, "Do you think I'll ask for fame?"
Ji Ying: "Everyone seeks fame."
Feng Wu smiled. "But I won't."
Ji Ying didn't believe it.
Feng Wu said, "That reminds me."
Ji Ying frowned, "What?"
Feng Wu said, "I won't take advantage of other people's fame. I can make my own fighter."
Puchi —
Ji Ying looked as if she had heard the funniest joke in the world. She threw her head back and guffawed. "Gosh, my tummy … Little Feng Wu, I think I'm having cramps. Why are you so adorable?"
After that, Ji Ying reached out to pinch Feng Wu's cheeks.
Mo Ziming raised his hand and blocked Ji Ying's attack!
Feng Wu stared at Ji Ying's steps.
But Ji Ying took a step back before he stopped moving.
Ji Ying glared at Mo Ziming, "Do you want to die?!"
Mo Ziming didn't back down. "If you want to fight, let's fight! Cut the crap!"
Just as the two were about to start fighting, someone showed up and shouted at them to stop.
"Stop."
It was Master Wang.
Ji Ying didn't have much respect for Master Wang, for both he and Master Wang were Level 8 inscriptions. They were equals.
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