What does he want? Mo Qingtian frowned, completely unable to figure out what medicine was sold in Mo Jiu's gourd.

Just as he wanted to ask, the cold eyes of the young man beside him glanced at him, and he took a step back, not daring to say more.

When the servants went down to prepare something, Mo Jiu suddenly said again: "Can you trouble a person with golden spiritual power to help Mo Jiu make something?" ”

Everyone looked at Mo Jiu in confusion, Mo Qingtian frowned and said, "Only Qing'er is metallic spiritual power, but she may not be able to assist you now, what do you want to do?" ”

Because Mo Jiu is inconvenient to take out the props from the space now, she originally wanted the people of Jin Ling's power to help her condense a tweezer with her spiritual power, but now it seems that she may have to find something else......

At this moment, the young man suddenly said: "The envoy can help, what does Mo Gongzi need?" ”

Mo Jiu came to pen and paper and drew a picture in the shape of tweezers.

"Then trouble the messenger to condense something in this shape, as thick as a blade, and harder than iron."

The boy glanced at the picture and pinched a few tricks, and slowly a small tweezer was formed in his palm.

The surface of the tweezers is extremely smooth and not inferior to hand-made tweezers.

Mo Jiu thanked him and took the tweezers.

Because the original owner didn't know much about spiritual power, Mo Jiu didn't think much about it when he took the tweezers.

And Mo Qingtian on the side couldn't help but be secretly surprised when he saw the fine tweezers.

Originally, the things condensed by this golden spiritual power were at most sharper knives or sword shapes, and they were mostly used to attack the enemy.

Occasionally, some people will condense some substitutes when they lack tools, but they can only be topped, and there is still no way to compare with real tools.

The shape of the tweezers was also the first time Mo Qingtian had seen it, but the size of this object was very small and there were hardness requirements, even a blue-level golden spiritual power could not condense such a small instrument at one time, and even if it could be condensed and formed, it would not be as smooth and delicate as artificially made.

Mo Qingtian was originally afraid of the envoy mainly because of the emperor, but now it seems that the spiritual power of this envoy is not low, at least above the green rank.

At this time, the servant brought what Mo Jiu wanted, and Mo Jiu picked up a bowl of wine and poured it into the unconscious Mo Bingqing.

Li Shi was startled, and just as he was about to step forward to stop him, he was stopped by Mo Qingtian.

"What are you going to do? Don't move. ”

Li originally thought that Mo Qingtian was drinking Mo Jiu, and was about to scold again, but Mo Qingtian came close and ripped Li away.

The young man raised his eyebrows slightly, but did not speak.

Mo Jiu saw all the small actions of these people, but he didn't have the slightest meaning to explain. After pouring the wine, he got up and said, "Except for the doctor, can the rest of the people here wait outside the door?" ”

Li was naturally unwilling, but because Mo Qingtian had been stopping him, he had to look at Mo Qingtian with tears in his eyes.

Mo Qingtian didn't say anything, just cautiously looked at the young man on the side.

The young man's expression was indifferent, and it was impossible to guess what he was thinking.

"Why go out?"

Mo Jiu hooked his lips slightly, and said: "Taking out the hidden weapon is not a simple operation, so many people are watching here, I am afraid that if I am nervous, the wound will become more serious or something, and then you can't blame me." Of course, with your skills, if something really happens, it won't take too long to rush in through the door, right? ”

Mo Qingtian gritted his teeth but didn't dare to make a sound, so he could only look at the young man again.

The young man smiled and said, "Okay, then we'll wait outside the door." ”