"Okay~"
That soft, magnetic "Okay!" gave Zheng Quchi goosebumps all over his body.
He cursed inwardly.
He's not only a pervert, he also flirts with people regardless of the occasion!
When Zheng Quchi chose to step forward at this moment, it meant that she accepted Yuwen Sheng's rules of the game.
That is... there are no rules, and he holds all the power of discourse.
When the begging carpenters heard that someone else dared to stand up and challenge them, they were all surprised. By this time, they had already figured out Yuwen Sheng's tricks and believed that her fate would be the same as those other people's: to be teased to exhaustion by the cat and then eaten in one bite.
However, at least by doing this, she managed to buy herself some time to survive.
When Wei Yao saw Zheng Quchi appear, his fox-like eyes immediately curved into a smile. He even lowered his head to accommodate her pitifully short stature.
"Then... shall we light the incense?"
Zheng Quchi paused for a moment, feeling that his gaze was overly kind, as if she knew him.
Wang Zebang glared at him: "Stop babbling and hurry up."
"...Do as you please."
She tried to ignore the bodies lying on their sides and walked over to the pile of wood.
Zheng Quchi already had a plan in mind. Unlike others who rushed around searching randomly, she carefully arranged the wooden parts one by one, eliminating the mess.
She counted as she stacked them; there were a total of 274 pieces.
They come in all shapes and sizes, and their shapes are incredibly varied.
But each of them is unique and has a function, which requires her to find them.
Finding the corresponding parts from so many fragments and piecing them together is indeed a very difficult task.
So she didn't act immediately, but stood there and slowly looked at each piece one by one.
"What is she doing now?" Wei Yao stared at her with bright eyes.
Little did Wang Zebang know, he scoffed, "I think she's practically offering her neck to the guillotine—courting death."
Yuwen Sheng looked at her patiently, neither urging nor interrupting her.
The other craftsmen were also bewildered by her confusing actions.
Is she incapable? If she is, what would she do up there? Isn't she afraid of angering General Yuwen and dying even faster?
Half an incense stick's time passed quietly like that.
"Half an incense stick has already burned," Wei Yao couldn't help but remind her.
At this moment, Zheng Quchi finally snapped out of her intense concentration on memory. She rubbed her swollen temples and said, "There's still half a pillar left, that's enough."
What does that mean? Wasn't she just spacing out?
They became increasingly curious about her, wanting to see if she was just being mysterious or if she really had the ability to accomplish it.
Zheng Quchi casually picked up a piece of wood from the pile, and then her eyes flashed like lightning as she found the next one. In a very short time, she found more than a dozen pieces of wood that were completely unrelated.
Then, without the slightest pause, the hands quickly came together.
Amidst everyone's stunned expressions, a genuine product was finally completed.
Yuwen Sheng's eyes, hidden beneath the mask, were sinister and dark. This was from the Southern Chen Kingdom... Could she not be from the Hong Sheng Kingdom, but a spy from the Southern Chen Kingdom?
"you……"
"Please wait a moment, the incense hasn't finished burning yet."
She didn't even look up, directly interrupting Yuwen Sheng.
Yuwen Sheng chuckled absurdly.
She's got some nerve, daring to talk to him like that.
“She…she’s still working hard…” Wei Yao said in surprise.
Indeed, Zheng Quchi completed one piece, but she did not choose to stop. Instead, she continued to use the same method to gather the parts and complete the second, more complex piece of exquisite woodenware.
Wang Zebang's eyes widened: "What is she doing?"
He was so surprised that he even blurted out his hometown dialect.
It was only because Zheng Quchi started the third thing.
The atmosphere at the scene was instantly ignited, and everyone's eyes were uncontrollably drawn to Zheng Quchi. Despite being short and unattractive, she seemed to be shining at this moment.
Yuwen Sheng read out each word slowly and deliberately: "The Seven-Star Crossbow of the Northern Abyss Kingdom."
“Even she from Beiyuan Kingdom…” Wang Zebang gritted his teeth, his pupils dilating in shock.
Southern Chen Kingdom, Hongsheng Kingdom, Northern Yuan Kingdom... Who exactly is she, and why does she know so much about the secret weapons of so many kingdoms?!
When the incense had burned down to three-quarters of its length, Zheng Quchi was already assembling the sixth piece. When the incense burned out, seven complete weapons from the seven kingdoms were neatly arranged on the ground.
The largest of these seven weapons is a cleverly designed wheelchair, while the smallest is a four- or five-inch-sized mechanical box.
She single-handedly assembled the seven secret weapons of the seven kingdoms with just one pillar.
Even Yuwen Sheng looked at her with a deep and unfathomable gaze.
Once finished, Zheng Quchi collapsed on the ground, panting heavily.
Achieving this was no easy feat. Even with her immense strength and intense concentration, the exquisite and complex craftsmanship she had to replicate left her arms aching and her fingertips trembling.
"How did you do that?" Yuwen Sheng walked step by step to her, lifted his robe and squatted down in front of her. Then, under the tense gaze of everyone, he took her hands in his.
"These hands...can they really create miracles?"
He wore cool, soft silk on his hands, the delicate touch following her fingertips, knuckles, and tender flesh. His movements were like caressing a rare work of art, but to Zheng Quchi, it felt like being intimately entwined by a cold, venomous snake.
Zheng Quchi dared not move: "..." He felt that if he didn't try to save her, he would cut off her hand with a knife and keep it as a keepsake.
"Not a hand."
"Um?"
He raised his head, waiting for what was to come.
At this moment, because of the close proximity, Zheng Quchi felt a strange sense of familiarity from him. This feeling was fleeting, and then he was met with an almost destructive sense of oppression from the other party.
She felt like she couldn't breathe.
"These hands can only unleash their full potential if they remain on my body."
Yuwen Sheng listened lazily, his fingertips lingering on her soft flesh, clearly feeling her hand trembling slightly.
hehe……
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