Chapter 28: The War between Women

"Do you want coffee? I'll add sugar for you?" As the eyes of the two women, An Ruoran carefully held the coffee pot and poured them fragrant coffee. At this moment, he suddenly wanted Gao Sen to save him, but the ruthless bastard was still pretending to sweep the floor, ignoring his rescue gaze directly.

Compared to Christine who was concentrating on the drawings, Via was obviously harder to deal with. She held the cup of hot coffee and looked at Christine through the storm of mist - to be precise, looking at the "moon praise" on her jade neck. After a few minutes, the gentle woman suddenly asked as if nothing had happened: "Miss Christine, is this the gift from His Highness Cruise to you?"

"Well, are you talking about this?" Turning the quill in his hand, Christine gently stroked the magic necklace on her chest and nodded slightly. However, before An Ruoran breathed lightly, she said lightly: "But strictly speaking, it may be considered a gift from Mr. An to me."

Very tactful, Gao Sen and Rui took two steps back at the same time and stayed away from this dangerous area. Weiya turned her head to look at An Ruoran with a strange smile, and said softly: "Is that so? In this way, Mr. An is really generous. I remember that he said two months ago that he wanted to cast a magic necklace and give it to someone. It turned out that this person was referring to..."

"Sorry, I'll leave for a while!" Before Weiya could say that name, An Ruoran quickly pushed the wheelchair and reached the back of the stairs within a few seconds. After looking at Christine, who was still studying the drawings, he sighed softly and explained to Weiya in a low voice: "That, actually, it's not what you imagined. Listen to my explanation for a few words."

"Strange, who is your power to give to, and why do you explain it to me?" Weiya gently bit her cherry lips, and her fair jade cheeks suddenly turned a little red. She looked down at her feet and murmured in a slightly trembling voice: "A disabled woman like me, of course, cannot be compared with a beautiful and intelligent lady, let alone the Northern Parliament Alliance... Um!"

Her complaints, as if she was hurt and pity, suddenly stopped because An Ruoran had lowered her head and kissed her cherry lips unreasonably. At this moment, the woman who was suddenly attacked suddenly stiffened and only had a pair of soft horns holding the handrail tightly, showing her inner excitement. However, a few minutes later, the slender hands suddenly released the handrail, then gently lifted it up, and finally hesitated and hugged the other party...

After a long time, the lips parted! An Ruoran felt the fragrance between his lips, looked at Weiya with a flushed face, and the friendship in his eyes was no longer needed to be expressed. Looking at this aggressive gaze, the woman who was already a little embarrassed and angry had already lowered her head and said tremblingly: "Okay, then I'll explain it once, but if it makes me dissatisfied..."

"Satisfied, you are satisfied with your package. If you are not satisfied, you can return the product." An Ruoran was secretly happy in his heart. While talking nonsense, he told the experience of yesterday in detail. After he spoke for twenty minutes, Weiya had already forgotten the anger and shyness just now, and turned to a solemn expression. After a long time, she finally sighed softly and pondered slightly: "It's good! If I guessed right, maybe you will get the qualification certificate issued by the foundry guild in a few days."

An Ruoran nodded, it was the same as he thought - if he could receive the casting qualification certificate, it would prove that he and Cruise had temporarily reconciled. Weiya was silent for a moment, turned to look at Christine at the round table, and hesitated: "An, maybe you should keep your distance from her. I mean, it's not me..."

After hesitating for a long time, Weiya still didn't say the word "jealous", but her cheeks were already covered with clouds, and even her jade neck drooped. An Ruoran smiled, gently held her tenderness, and said softly: "I understand! In order not to make Cruise jealous because of misunderstandings, I will find a way to send her away tomorrow."

"No, no!" Weiya was stunned for a moment, and suddenly blurted out. After only a few seconds, she immediately realized her loss of composure and quickly explained, "Christine's injury has not healed yet, and we will drive her away. If it makes her disgusted and angry, Cruise may turn against her."

Just when An Ruoran kissed her, Weiya had clearly told herself that even in order to achieve that goal, An could not be made her tool. However, it is necessary to keep Christine. Perhaps she could find a way to become her friend. This is also a way to get close to Speaker Catherine...

"That means, you should not be too close or too distant?" An Ruoran thought about the word "Ruo Ruo Li", but he felt it was difficult to grasp the right measure. But before he could figure out what to do, Christine raised her head gently and shouted to her: "Mr. An, I have seen your design of the magic bag, but what do you plan to control the metal sheet?"

An Ruoran was stunned for a moment, and had no choice but to pat Weiya's tenderness, and then slowly walked over. Looking at the several places that Christine had modified with ink, he had to admit that this was more reasonable than he had originally imagined: "I plan to use the soul fire to control the metal plate, what do you think?"

"Well, then I'm afraid you'll have to control more than one hundred metal pieces. Is this really OK?" Christine frowned slightly, looking a little suspicious. An Ruoran smiled and said confidently: "My soul casting technique is very special. Even a hundred metal pieces can be controlled. However, if it were someone else to control it, even if they integrate into the soul fire, they can't control it."

"So that is to say, I'm afraid that only you can use this high-speed flying gem..." Christine was slightly stunned and couldn't help but sigh with regret. In fact, this was not An Ruoran's refusal. His soul casting technique originated from the heart refining technique of the weapon refining sect, and had the mysterious characteristic of controlling objects with the heart. If someone else had replaced him to control more than 100 metal pieces, he would be afraid that he would hit the wall in a hurry before he took off.

"It's still a question whether I can use it. Don't you think those magic bags are too fragile?" However, in Christine's envious gaze, An Ruoran shrugged and sighed helplessly, "The power of metal sheets to open and close is very strong. If it lasts for a little longer, I worry that the magic bags will be damaged. If I happened to be flying, I might fall down directly and devote myself to the founding cause."

"Well, I haven't thought about this." Christine was stunned for a moment, and opened the drawings again to examine. A few minutes later, she couldn't help but frown deeply and said helplessly: "This problem is difficult to solve! As far as I know, the amphibious demon frog is only twice as big as an ordinary frog, so it is impossible to find a larger demon sac..."

"Mr. An, are you here?" Artest's voice suddenly rang outside the casting house. An Ruoran was stunned for a moment, so he had to put away the drawings helplessly and slowly greet them. Without asking anything, he also knew the other party's origin - there was no doubt that this highness must have come for the plan for the imperial examination system.

He guessed nothing wrong. After impatiently snatching the plan, Artest actually sat directly in the casting shop and read. An Ruoran turned to look at Weiya, then looked at Christine, and finally sighed helplessly: "Your Highness, I am a casting shop here, not your study. If you plan to study the plan, I suggest you go home by carriage. I am really busy today."

"Well, I almost forgot!" After hearing An Ruoran's reminder, Artest finally remembered the real purpose of this trip. He patted his forehead and hesitated: "I heard that you are studying the magic bag of the amphibious demon frog recently, so I specially brought you some gifts, I hope you like it."

"Thank you for your kindness, but I have already studied it almost enough. Maybe..." An Ruoran was slightly stunned and then wanted to refuse. But before he could speak, Artest had already pulled him without saying anything and walked towards the door with great enthusiasm. Several guards were guarding beside the carriage. After hearing Artest's instructions, he immediately opened the carriage and took off a bag weighing twenty pounds.

"Eh... Your Highness, you can bring me dozens of them. I don't plan to make a tin plate frog." Looking at the bag that was enough to hold hundreds of magic bags, An Ruoran could only express his gratitude helplessly. Artest was stunned for a moment, shook his head and said, "No, it's not what you thought! In fact, I bet you will be shocked!"

As he said this, he had turned his head to look at the guards and nodded slightly. The two guards immediately carried the bags, turned over and poured them out, and poured them out. The next moment, An Ruoran was stunned and shouted in disbelief: "What, what!"

"How is it, I said you will be surprised!" Artest patted his shoulder hard, looking a little proud. An Ruoran had long forgotten the pain, and he stared at the thing on the ground - it was the demon frog's demon sac, right, but compared with ordinary demon sacs, these demon sacs have a diameter of more than ten centimeters, which is simply giant!

Hearing An Ruoran's scream, Christine and Weiya also rushed out one after another. An Ruoran turned around and looked at them in a daze, and suddenly wanted to say the previous sentence according to "A Chinese Odyssey" - "Wife, come out and see God..."

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