"Hey." Mu Chongxi leaned his head over and looked at the things in Ye Qiao's pot, with a question mark on his head: "What is this? Why does it taste so weird?"
Ye Qiao pushed him away and said, "I'm making something."
"What is it?"
Ye Qiao said solemnly: "It's called a bomb."
Mu Chongxi was confused after hearing this.
It always felt like when his junior sister was tinkering with these weird things, he could only stand there and wonder like a fool.
"Then when can you finish it?" He said, "Later, Master will bring the elders of Chengfeng Sect to visit our sect."
It would be bad if anything went wrong.
Besides...
Mu Chongxi swallowed and looked at the things in Ye Qiao’s pot. He always felt that this thing... was not something a normal person would make.
Is the bomb the latest type of magical weapon?
Ye Qiao hummed nonchalantly, "Don't worry, it's just a little thing."
She spent a long time reading various classics before finding stones similar to gunpowder and other alternative materials. Combining them with what she had learned from modern knowledge, she was sure it would be foolproof.
"Fourth Senior Brother." Ye Qiao smiled obediently and said in a clear voice, "Just watch."
Mu Chongxi felt a little uneasy when he saw her smiling like that.
For some reason, every time he was with his junior sister, he had a bad feeling.
Ye Qiao sat on the ground and tinkered with it for about half an hour. Finally, she finished it. She patted her dusty sleeves, stood up from the ground and breathed a sigh of relief.
"Fourth Senior Brother. Just wait and see."
She yelled, "Thunder."
Then he threw the bomb in his hand straight to a distance not far away.
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