Silly Concubine of the Poison King

"it is good."

Hearing what Xiangru said, Feng Mixian was overjoyed.

The thing she wants to build is very complicated. It would be great if there is such a powerful blacksmith.

So, Xiangru went forward to lead the way, and finally arrived at the place she said after turning around three or four streets.

The shop was not big, and it seemed to be quite old. Outside the door stood a large signboard with white characters on a blue background fluttering in the wind.

Feng Mi slowly stepped forward, and from a distance, he saw a strong middle-aged man quenching the fire in front of the blacksmith's shop. The man probably sensed the sound of Feng Mi's slender footsteps, and stopped before she approached. With the movement of his hands, he turned his head and looked at her.

In an instant, the true appearance of the blacksmith fell into the eyes of Li Feng Mixian and Xiangru.

I saw that man's rough face, with more than a dozen scars on his rough black face, the first time he looked very intimidating, coupled with those sharp and sharp eyes, it made his body have a strong and pervasive look. people's momentum.

Just at the first glance, Feng Mixian realized that this person was by no means an ordinary person.

But Xiangru was taken aback by his appearance, swallowed quietly, and shrank from Feng Mixian's side, not daring to make a sound.

However, when Feng Mixian was secretly watching the blacksmith, he was also quietly looking at her.

Until he saw her clearly, a strange gleam flashed in his eyes, but it disappeared in the blink of an eye.

"What does this lady need when she comes to the shop?" There was a trace of surprise in his rough and hoarse voice.

He had already recognized Feng Mixian's identity from the very beginning, after all Feng Mixian was considered a celebrity, and he had heard some rumors about her, especially the incident that happened yesterday, which had already spread throughout the city.

However, some rumors are really unbelievable. Looking at the woman in front of her, although she is thin and thin, she has a calm demeanor, a reclusive brilliance, and a cold and detached luxurious aura, what should a fool have?And also Mu Haoze's idiot who divorced before marrying?How can this not be surprising?

It seems that the news that someone inquired about last night should be true.

——Silly girl is really no longer stupid!

Naturally, Feng Mixian didn't miss the changing light in his eyes, and she probably guessed what the strangeness represented.

"I would like to ask my husband to build a few things." She nodded slightly and said.

"Oh?" He raised his eyebrows, seeing her and asked:

"I don't know what object the miss wants to practice?"

Feng Mixian took out the things from her sleeve, opened a piece of paper and handed it to the blacksmith.

"It's what's on this paper."

This is what she drew early this morning. Apart from the silver needles used to treat poison, there is also a sharp weapon.That thing is for self-defense, with it, as long as you don't encounter some powerful masters in the future, you can't do anything to her under normal circumstances.

The blacksmith took it casually, looked at it indifferently, and frowned slightly at first, but when he saw the picture above clearly, his eyes widened in surprise, his face was shocked, and he couldn't wait to look at it. asked:

"I don't know where this picture came from, miss, and who made the things on this picture?"

I really didn't expect Feng Mixian to have such a powerful thing. He has been in this industry for many years, and he has never seen such a sophisticated hidden weapon. If this weapon is forged, how many people in the world can really escape it?The more I thought about it, the more frightened I became.

"I drew it myself,"

Feng Mixian didn't take his expression seriously, but pursed the corners of her lips, and said lightly: "Sir, can you make this object?"

"Young lady, is what you said true?" The blacksmith was stunned by what he heard, clicked his tongue, his face was full of disbelief, his eyes were about to pop out, and his voice trembled slightly.

"Well, indeed." Feng Mixian nodded, knowing the suspicion and disbelief in his eyes, she replied with certainty.Then, I asked him again:

"Can sir do it?"

"Yes, of course." The blacksmith nodded sharply, unable to tell whether he was as excited as seeing a treasure or as excited as picking up a treasure: "If I can't even make this thing, then others will be even more impossible." gone."

Hearing his promise, Feng Mixian laughed with satisfaction, and asked, "How long will it take to finish?"

"Miss, you can pick it up in three days." The blacksmith's eyes flashed, and he replied: "You will pay when you pick it up."

"Okay. Then, please excuse me, sir." Feng Mixian nodded slightly upon hearing this, and then turned around and left cleanly. "Farewell."

The blacksmith stood on the spot, his eyes were dimly lit, until Feng Mixian's back gradually faded away in the sunlight, the dimness transformed into an unfathomable depth.

He gestured towards the dark part of the shop, and in the next second, he saw a young man in black with a stern expression appearing in front of him as if airborne.

The blacksmith handed Feng Mixian's piece of paper into his hands, and said mysteriously:

"Give this to the master."