"Master?"

Wang Er was puzzled.

He hurriedly stepped forward and took two steps, trying to stop his master.

But no, the old man waved his hand at him and continued to look at Truman.

"What? This old man of mine wants to build you a weapon, but you still don't want to? ”

Truman was already too excited, and when he heard him say this, he immediately nodded and replied: "It is an honor for the seniors to be able to personally create weapons for the juniors, and the juniors are just excited for a while and are stunned." ”

Tie Lao smiled, and after rolling up his sleeves, he put his handle on the hammer that was twice as large as ordinary Wang Er.

"Say, what do you want? Knife? Sword? Or something else? Are there any requirements on the weapon? ”

As he spoke, Tie Lao chose a piece of steel next to him and clamped it into the boiling boiler with pliers.

As the boiler turned on, there was another stream of hot gas.

Truman's forehead began to sweat, and I don't know if it was because of the heat or because of the excitement in his heart.

Sweat ran down his cheeks, itchy, it was really uncomfortable, and Truman couldn't help but wipe his hand on his face.

"I want a knife with a narrow blade and a longer handle, preferably with both hands."

Tie Lao looked over and stared at Truman deeply before he looked at the workbench.

He said: "This kind of knife is rare, what about the length? Upon request. ”

"Hmm." Truman's mind was already immersed in this joy, and he didn't see Tie Lao's unusualness at this time.

Truman nodded, and said again: "The longer one is better between four and five feet." ”

As he spoke, he made comparisons with his hands.

Tie Lao didn't look again.

He just glanced at Wang Er, and Wang Er immediately understood, walked to the bellows on the side, and pulled it up.

"If it's a knife, wouldn't that be a little too long?"

Truman replied with a smile, "Not long, not long, and as the saying goes, an inch is long, an inch is strong." ”

"Good!"

Tie Lao answered.

Then, slowly close your eyes.

And the moment he closed his eyes, a true qi rose directly above his old body.

This is no less than the eighth rank of true qi.

It's hot and oppressive.

Trumen was so close to Tie Lao, and his body was completely enveloped in this blazing true qi.

His true anger was completely gone, and he was naturally powerless to resist.

His breathing became rapid.

His muscles began to swell.

On his forehead, drops of sweat poured down like rain.

Truman didn't leave, no matter how unbearable it was.

At this time, the true qi became even more manic.

It's like a tornado blowing around the eye of Tie Lao.

At this moment, Tie Lao opened his eyes.

Suddenly, the manic true qi received Tie Lao's body at this moment.

And there was an even more manic true qi gushing out of his palm.

"Come!"

He shouted.

Wang Er and Tie Lao have been cooperating for a long time, and at this time they naturally understand what the former meant.

He quickly picked up the pliers and pulled out the piece of steel that had just been placed in the boiler.

It didn't take long for the steel to burn red in a boiler at extremely high temperatures.

Sandwiched out the steel, Wang Er did not hesitate, and quickly placed it in front of Tie Lao, on a workbench formed of steel.

Tie Lao's momentum changed.

As far as the eye could see, his muscles hidden under his clothes were exploding.

And the hammer, which was about half his height, was slowly lifted by him.

"Drink!"

With this shout, the hammer also fell.

"Bang!"

Immediately, the sound was piercing and sparks were flying.

The red-hot head-sized piece of iron was visibly thinner to the naked eye.

Because the previous manic true qi had been withdrawn by Tie Lao and displayed in another way.

So at this time, in addition to feeling hot, Truman was not as uncomfortable as before.

The distance was only two meters, and the flying spark immediately came towards Truman's body.

Fortunately, Truman was prepared and didn't let it splash on his skin.

But the one he used to cover was once inescapable, and he fell into a few small holes.

After the hammer fell, Tie Lao looked over.

"Little Brother Chu, you can leave first, this place is not for you scholars to stay, when I build it, I will send it to you."

Truman looked at the small hole in his body and nodded bitterly.

"Good!"

......

Truman left, and he quickly returned to his room.

Xiao Mazi has been waiting here for a long time.

He's here again to deliver food.

This made Truman very unhappy, and he asked people to bring food to his door every day, making him look like a prisoner.

However, in his current situation, it is not an exaggeration to say that he is a prisoner.

After a faint smile, Truman took the lunch box in Xiao Mazi's hand.

In such an unfamiliar environment, it was too boring to eat alone, so Truman left Xiao Mazi to eat together.

Xiao Mazi's eyes have been staring at the lunch box, his mind has long been attracted by a certain dish inside, at this time Truman invited, he refused twice and then agreed.

On the table, the meal is set.

The two of them feasted.

Looking at the little pockmark in front of him, who was eating meat frantically, Truman asked, "What's your name?" ”

Xiao Mazi hasn't eaten meat for a long time, where could he let go of such an opportunity.

So it took a long time for him to react.

He said, "Oh, my lord, my name is Xiao Mazi." ”

Picking up a piece of meat and putting it in his bowl, Truman asked again, "Little pockmark?" How did it come to be called that? ”

Xiao Mazi said indifferently: "I don't have a name, Uncle Wang picked me up, maybe he saw the pockmarks on my face, so he called me like this." ”

"Uncle Wang, who is he?"

"Oh!" Xiao Mazi didn't hide it at all, he stood up and pointed through the window to a house not far away.

"Uncle Wang is patrolling the village, and that's his house."

After saying that, he sat down and ate again.

Clip him a piece of meat again, Truman said casually.

"Patrolling? It seems that he is very kind. ”

Xiao Mazi happily took this piece of meat, and said while eating: "Yes, Uncle Wang is fine." ”

"He didn't have a wife. ”

"Later, a neighbor's husband and wife made a quarrel and divorced, and Uncle Wang couldn't look past it, so he suffered a loss and married the divorced lady into the door, which is Uncle Wang's current wife."

"Come on, Uncle Wang voted for this village in order to avoid the eyes of the world."

"I was also picked up by him on the way to the stockade."

Hearing Xiao Mazi's words, Truman's jaw fell to the ground.

Are you sure it's a trouble, not the one who got the old king next door first?

Truman didn't want to dwell on this, he asked again: "Since you have taken refuge in the Full Moon Village, then everyone in the village should have fled here like this, right?" ”

"Hmm!" Xiao Mazi, who was eating meat, muttered.

"The sister of the owner of the village has a good heart, and if she came to join her, she almost let them stay."

After speaking, Xiao Mazi looked at Truman again, "Sir, if you want to stay, the owner of the village will also keep you." ”

Hearing his words, Truman smiled.