The princess knew very well that she was taciturn and lacked the ability to chat with others.
When she saw Mu Chuyue appear, she felt like she had seen reinforcements.
Regardless of the opponent's fighting ability, a palace-like smile instantly appeared on his face.
"You came here because of this guy's explosion, right?"
Mu Chuyue nodded, and Baozi huddled at her feet like an ordinary little white fox, not that conspicuous.
The princess explained the whole story in a concise and concise manner: "I live in a small building nearby, and I was very frightened by him.
I just wanted him to apologize to me, but it turned out that this guy not only refused to admit his mistake, but also said that the same thing would happen in the future."
The tassels on the princess' hairpin rippled with the rhythm of her head shaking, and she was obviously very angry.
Sure enough, the man opposite him stood up straight, and although his face was covered with a layer of burnt black, it did not diminish the pride in his expression at all.
As soon as he opened his mouth, even Mu Chuyue, who had just arrived, started to look down upon her: "This is the top level of weapon refining.
Failure is inevitable.
It's normal for ordinary people like you not to understand."
As soon as he finished speaking, the man looked like he was too lazy to argue with you, with his hands behind his back, looking very arrogant.
Mu Chuyue finally understood that no matter where they came from or what their family background was, the students of Shangli College all had one common characteristic: pride.
However, most people's pride relies on something, such as the noble birth of this royal princess and the royal bloodline that she is proud of.
As for this man, he probably relies on what he calls the "top weapon refining skills."
Mu Chuyue believed in the identity of the weapon refiner.
But when it comes to the word "top", she is not convinced.
You know, even if Mu Chuyue has reached the level of an alchemy master, she would never dare to claim that her alchemy skills have reached the top level.
Because there are even more terrifying levels above the master level.
A young boy in his early twenties dared to claim so carelessly that he had top-notch weapon refining skills.
Could it be that he was much more arrogant than Xiao Jinyan, the future master of weapon refining?
"It's true that I don't know how to refine weapons, but even if you are a master of weapon refinement, you can't use it to disturb the people as a matter of course."
For such a person who was so proud of his talent and didn't care about the feelings of others, it was really hard for Mu Chuyue to be kind to him.
The man was speechless.
With his personality, he probably had few opportunities to communicate with others.
Therefore, he was not good at words either.
He only glared at Mu Chuyue with his mouth pursed, and could not say a word in rebuttal.
But when he was asked to show weakness, the man made it clear that he was unwilling: "I can't help it anyway, it's normal for the weapon to explode."
"Oh, you mean you are planning to cheat."
Mu Chuyue finished pouring the oil and slipped back.
She was here to watch the fun, so naturally she would not confront the man head-on when her head was hot.
But the princess was different.
She had a noble status and had been carefully flattered wherever she went in the past.
Never had she seen someone who was so antagonistic to her.
He immediately lifted up his skirt and pulled out an object set with a fire ruby gem from his leg.
Just hearing her shout, the object burst out with dazzling red light and turned into a two-meter long knife in a moment.
The cold light shines, the cold light suddenly appears The man's expression suddenly changed.
He swept away his pride and begged for mercy: "Sister, take the knife back and I will go back to the parish's weapon refining room to refine it."
It's not that he has no spine, as heaven and earth can tell, it's obviously that this long knife is too scary.
With his thin body and bones, if he really needs to be stabbed, he will definitely die.
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