“He is my husband. If I don’t treat him well, who will I treat well?”
Just because he's her husband?
Zheng Quchi's simple answer clearly did not please Yuwen Sheng, who continued to press, "If you were to marry someone else, would you be so willing to do this?"
Marry someone else? How would she know?
Zheng Quchi spoke frankly: "But my daughter hasn't married anyone else, so this assumption is meaningless."
Zheng Quchi's words left Yuwen Sheng speechless for a moment.
He didn't intend to keep her there to "admire" her after that. After paying her, he let Zheng Quchi go.
Wei Yao picked up the tiger skin and mounted the horse. He glanced at Wang Zebang, who looked bewildered and suspicious, and also seemed to be deep in thought.
Seeing Zheng Quchi walk away, Yuwen Sheng turned around and smiled, "Gongshu Jiruo, since you've come to Fuxian, I'll do my best to be a good host. Please."
As soon as he finished speaking, it was like a dangerous signal falling to earth; the cold glint of a weapon was drawn, aggressively thrusting forth.
Gongshu Ruo glanced around and asked, "What if I don't leave?"
With a low shout, Ju Zi bent his back and a row of knives emerged from his clothes. The knives were like the eight legs of a spider. He stood protectively in front of Gongshu Jiruo and coldly surveyed the surroundings.
Zheng Quchi hadn't gone far when he heard a noise behind him and instinctively turned around, only to see the nine-foot-tall man transformed into a "spider demon."
"..."
Oh my... what kind of mechanism makes these eight legs? And how are they assembled so seamlessly? She was really curious, really curious!
"As expected of the master craftsman, even his attendants are equipped with a good set of machinery."
Yuwen Sheng stared intently for a moment, then put his gloves back on and waved his hand behind him.
"I wonder how powerful it is?"
Soldiers wielding sharp spears surged forward, each able to hold off ten or even a hundred men. The eight legs mounted on his back were gleaming blades, thick on the back and thin on the inside, possessing the flexibility of a whip, capable of slashing and cutting, as well as the hardness of a sword, capable of breaking bones and slicing open the abdomen.
As they fought, causing chaos and bloodshed, the crowd in the market screamed and fled in panic, fearing they would be caught in the crossfire.
The place was bustling with noise and crowds, but Zheng Quchi had already hidden behind the wall, secretly observing the nine-foot-tall man called Saw.
“The Spider Knife uses the rotation of the arm to coordinate with the strength of the back to adjust its direction. It must use a very fine thread to touch the mechanism, yes... and fingers, just like manipulating a puppet…” Her pupils suddenly brightened: “I understand.”
"Hehe~" Having witnessed the power of the spider knife saw, Yuwen Sheng reached out again and said, "Continue."
As the troop strength continued to increase, the saw, which had been able to fight against a hundred men, gradually fell into a disadvantageous position. Even the most powerful weapon needs manpower to support it. Just then, Gongshu Jiru put his hand down from his sleeve.
From that moment on, the aura surrounding him transformed from casual, indifferent clouds into a sudden, raging cold wind that swept across small trees, graves, and sand dunes, ravaging everything in its path, growing ever stronger.
"Yuwen Sheng, would you like to witness the ingenuity of the Gongshu family and see how they were able to contend for supremacy among the seven kingdoms?"
He spread his arms, and the thick white bear skin covering his body was lifted, revealing the unbelievable scene underneath.
So... he wasn't fat at all. The reason he looked bulky and clumsy before was because—
Zheng Quchi stared blankly as he saw that beneath Gongshu Jiruo's white bear skin was an iron skeleton, which was still being worn by him.
Unlike the armor worn by ordinary people, it is made of shoulder bones, sternum... torso and limb bones, completely and fitfully covering the important organs and joints of the human body, and also contains hidden secrets.
No, that's not iron, it's steel!
How is steel made? It is made by heating and forging "refined iron" more than a hundred times, weighing it each time it is forged, until the weight does not decrease, which is called refined steel.
This not only requires strict alchemical techniques, but also a skilled blacksmith.
As far as Zheng Quchi knew, the weapons used in the military at this stage were mainly made of iron. The technology of steelmaking was not mature at all, and the very few that could be successful were just lucky.
Gongshu Jiruo, however, had already surpassed the military industry by an unknown amount. Wearing a complete set of steel armor, he was truly arrogant and conceited, and his wealth was inhuman.
Yuwen Sheng was also filled with excitement. The eerie light emanating from his dilated pupils made his eyes crinkle with a delighted smile, revealing a hint of alluring red: "Alright, let me see for myself. I'm really looking forward to it~"
Gongshu Jiru had heard of Yuwen Sheng of Ye Kingdom before, but this was the first time he had actually met him face to face.
He frowned slightly, a sense of dread and vigilance rising in his heart like never before.
This person... doesn't seem quite right. He's like a madman, inexplicably excited. On the surface, he seems all smiles and laughter, but what he sees in his eyes is a heart of a demon beneath a Buddha's face, a heart filled with boundless malice.
A sharp spear came from behind, but Gongshu Jiruo didn't even turn his head. With a clang, the spear snapped in two.
His body is made of steel, much harder than ordinary iron.
While the soldier was stunned, he pressed a mechanism on his arm, and a row of sharp needles shot out in all directions like a celestial maiden scattering flowers.
ah--
Some of the sharp needles pierced the eyes, while others pierced the neck and face, causing screams of agony to erupt and making people shrink back in horror.
But Gongshu Jiruo's killing spree did not stop. He pulled out a row of wooden frames from under the white bear skin. At first glance, it appeared to be just a support, and it was this support that made Gongshu Jiruo's body under the white bear skin round and plump.
But with his lightning-fast hands, he disassembled and reassembled it in a few quick movements, and it was quickly transformed into a wooden handle.
What is this?
This person is so creative! They break things down into smaller parts and then put them back together.
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