“You must be Miss Feng Wu. I’m really sorry. I left in a hurry just now and forgot to greet you. I’m Ji Ying, Master Duanmu’s eldest disciple. Miss Feng Wu, I’d like to get to know you better.”
Crossing her arms, Feng Wu gave Ji Ying a half-smile.
How hilarious. Ji Ying was actually trying to seduce her.
Feng Xun was ten times more handsome than he was. Where did Ji Ying get the confidence that he could seduce her?
Mo Ziming was furious because he felt he had his eye on the girl first.
“Ji Ying, what are you doing?!” Mo Ziming glared at Ji Ying.
Ji Ying unhurriedly glanced at him. “Do I need your approval to court the girl I like?”
Mo Ziming glared at Ji Ying, unable to say a word.
Ji Ying smiled at him. “Don’t tell me you’re in love with Miss Feng Wu, too.”
Mo Ziming’s face turned red, 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?”
She gave Ji Ying another half-smile.
Ji Ying didn’t feel embarrassed at all. He even took another step forward and said with a smile, “Miss Feng Wu, do you know that Master Duanmu is the most powerful master in the entire Magical Equipment Department? He’s at Level 9 now.”
Feng Wu asked, “So?”
Miss Feng Wu was actually talking to someone like Ji Ying. Mo Ziming felt like he was about to explode. He took a step forward and pulled Feng Wu behind him, while he stood between Feng Wu and Ji Ying.
His gesture was obvious, but Ji Ying ignored him and smiled at Feng Wu.
“Do you want to come to Duanmu’s Workshop?” Ji Ying smiled at Feng Wu. “Our workshop is led by a Level 9 master. You can learn a lot. Moreover —”
Ji Ying smiled at her. “Guess what?”
He whispered something in Feng Wu’s ear.
He said, “Master Duanmu will soon build a fighter jet.”
Ji Ying’s eyes sparkled. “It’ll be the first fighter jet of our empire. All participants will be remembered forever.”
Feng Wu asked, “Do you think I’m after fame?”
Ji Ying said, “Everybody is.”
Feng Wu laughed. “Not me.”
Ji Ying wouldn’t believe her.
Feng Wu said, “That reminds me of something.”
Ji Ying frowned. “What?”
Feng Wu said, “I’ll never become a freeloader. I can make my own fighter jet.”
Ji Ying seemed to have heard the funniest joke in the world. He raised his head and laughed out loud. “Gosh, my belly… Little Feng Wu, you’re so funny. Why are you so adorable?”
Ji Ying wanted to pinch Feng Wu’s cheeks.
Mo Ziming raised his hand and blocked Ji Ying!
Feng Wu watched Ji Ying stumble back.
Ji Ying glared at Mo Ziming. “I’m gonna kill you!”
Mo Ziming wouldn’t back down. “If you want to fight, bring it on!”
Seeing that the two of them were about to fight, a person stopped them.
It was Master Wang.
Ji Ying didn’t have much respect for Master Wang because both of them were Level 8 inscription masters. The two of them were equal.