God Emperor's vinegar jar is turned over again

Chapter 3380 tacit understanding

Curiosity is curiosity, it's not a particularly important thing.

Yue Qingcheng went through her mind once and forgot number seven.

She looked at number eleven and wanted to deal with this person first.

Number eleven said nervously: "Why, what else do you want?"

Yue Qingcheng hooked her lips, "Don't worry, I said I won't kill you, but I won't kill you."

Number Eleven was not comforted.

Although he was also afraid of death, if he didn't kill him, it would worry him even more.

Yue Qingcheng pinched a silver needle.

When number eleven saw the shiny needle, the hairs all over his body exploded.

This Rongmao...

Shouldn't it be necessary to prick him and torture him?

Things, of course, were different from what he had imagined.

Although Yue Qingcheng had killing intent towards him, she didn't have much hatred.He was also sold to the organization, but later, he willingly became an accomplice of the organization.

If she didn't have a plan, she wouldn't specifically torture him.

What she hates the most is number zero, the man who uses lightning.

Yue Qingcheng restrained him with silver needles to prevent him from tossing about.

Then, feed a few pills.

Elixir, soul power, and puppetry, the three methods are combined into one, and she will control the number eleven.

After that, he was given a healing elixir.

She was too lazy to pick up his severed finger.

The bones were broken like this, and she had to find new fingers to replace them. She didn't have the patience, and Number Eleven wasn't worth it.

Number eleven only had one little finger left. After taking the medicine, the wound healed and became fleshy, as if she was born with only one finger.

Yue Qingcheng untied the rope on his body, "Follow me."

Number eleven lowered his eyebrows, "Yes, master."

It was already the middle of the night, but the refiners were still studying the helicopter with great interest.

It is not difficult for them to refine the helicopter. It was originally refined by Luo Tianyu's refiner. If the other party can do it, they can naturally do it too.

The hard part is design.

Seeing the princess coming, they hurriedly saluted.

Yue Qingcheng looked at the blueprints they put on the table, and indeed understood the structure of the helicopter, but hadn't grasped the creative soul of the helicopter.

She asked, "Why don't you start the research?"

The craftsmen smiled wryly and said, "Crown Princess, we don't understand the characters above. Don't dare to use them rashly."

Yue Qingcheng nodded, "If you have any questions, you can ask him."

She pointed to the number eleven behind her.

In fact, knowing the meaning of the button is useless.

These keys are intelligent objects, they can't make them.

Neither will number eleven.

The core technologies of these technologies are probably in the hands of No. [-].

That is a dictatorial person, and he will not tell the second person these secrets that are like cards.

But knowing the principle, the refiner can use something else instead.

After handing number eleven to these people, Yue Qingcheng returned to the military account.

The Crown Prince is already on business.

He didn't look at the painting and pretended nothing had happened.

However, when Yue Qingcheng searched for his soul, he already knew the paintings in his hand.

At that time, No. Eleven was in a trance, and he didn't know what he drew.But Yue Qingcheng could guess it.

"Where did you go? Don't tell me."

The Crown Prince smiled when he saw her, and called her over.

He didn't have the slightest strange smile, which made people feel relieved.

Yue Qingcheng walked over, sat in his arms proficiently, and told the story of her bringing number eleven to the craftsmen.

Both of them tacitly didn't mention the matter on the painting, so they just let it go.

Regarding the previous life, Yue Qingcheng didn't want to tell the second person, even if it was the crown prince.

Just like when he woke up and didn't see his mother when he was a child, he would cry loudly, or, he would not tell her about the bed-wetting...

Not a pleasant experience.

Not worth sharing.

(End of this chapter)