Yuchi Feng explained his purpose, and the masters smiled and allowed him to try. Yuchi Feng thought for a while and took off his shirt. He looked down at his white and round belly, and poked it lightly with some depression.
Where's his meat? The chunks of meat?
Why is it gone?
Why does it only happen in dreams? You are so stingy with your body!
You won't even give me a piece of meat!
Yuchi Feng pouted, and the blacksmith laughed when he saw his action, "Your Highness the Eighth Prince is quite professional."
"You even know to take off your shirt!"
Yuchi Feng raised his chin slightly. No, he learned it in his dream!
"It's just that it will hurt a little when the sparks splash on your body."
Yuchi Feng said seriously, "I'm not afraid!"
What's that little spark?
If he didn’t feel any pain in his dream, then he definitely wouldn’t feel any pain!
Xiao Ba picked up the hammer and stumbled back a few steps. After a clang, the hammer fell to the ground. Xiao Ba put his hands behind his ears, grasped the handle of the hammer, and lifted his legs off the ground, "My waist, my waist..."
The blacksmith nearby quickly carried him down and rescued him. "Your Highness the Eighth Prince, are you okay?"
"This hammer is a little too big for you. How about a smaller hammer?"
They handed him a small hammer.
Yuchi Feng picked it up and said, "Hey, I can lift this little hammer now!"
He was very happy.
Then, under their instructions, he took out the heated iron block, picked up the hammer, and hit it hard with a "Ah Da" sound.
Sparks flew everywhere, landing on his white and tender belly and wrists. He immediately cried out in pain, "It hurts so much!"
“It’s so hot!”
His eyes instantly turned red, but he still held the small hammer tightly.
A blacksmith squatted beside him and reached out with both hands to catch his hammer, but he didn't drop it.
Blacksmith: ...Don't do that. It makes me look stupid. How about you throw away the hammer? Your Highness the Eighth Prince!
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