The Magical Blacksmith Chapter 94: Emei Mountain Moon

"Murong Hongzhuang, don't cry at my door, it's like I did what you did." Zhang Ye sewed a knife through the door.

"Wow!" Murong Hongzhuang cried more happily. "You have a bad conscience, you are also a girl, don't you know how to coax me?"

"Are you a girl? Why didn't I see it!" Zhang Ye laughed, of course he refused to be fooled.

Murong Hongzhuang stopped talking, but cried so much that it rained with pear blossoms. After a while, Zhang Ye asked: "Are you really crying?"

Murong Hongzhuang did not answer, Zhang Ye sighed: "Say okay first, don't beat people."

After Zhang Ye finished speaking, he opened the door and carefully handed Murong Hongzhuang a handkerchief.

Murong Hongzhuang glanced bitterly at Zhang Ye, took the handkerchief and wiped his tears, but still sobbed.

Zhang Ye shrank behind the door and saw that Murong Hongzhuang didn’t mean to hit him. He was a little bolder and said: “You talk about you, what a girl is doing so violently all day long. If you don’t hit me, I won’t hit me. If this is the case, can we be gentle?"

"You are not qualified to teach me!" Murong Hongzhuang was annoyed, which is so comforting.

"Okay, then you continue to cry, I'll go back to sleep." Zhang Ye feels kind to accompany you to talk to you, what kind of temper is your eldest lady, and won't play with you anymore.

"That's it?" Murong Hongzhuang looked at Zhang Ye pitifully, "But I haven't gotten better yet."

"Then what do you want?" Zhang Ye shrinks behind the door.

"I want to hear the story." Murong Hongzhuang wiped away tears again.

"A story?" Zhang Ye thought that he could not tell a story, but Ahua, who was in the spiritual sense, said: "You can't pick up girls, I teach you!"

Love Saint? But Ahua can make girls happy. Zhang Ye followed Ahua’s instructions and said slowly: "Someone died, and his three wives cried bitterly while hugging his head. The eldest wife hugged his head and said, oops. My husband; the second wife hugged his feet and said, "Oh my husband's feet; the third wife has no place to hold him, and once he holds his little hook, hey, my doctor..."

Speaking of this, Zhang Ye looked dazed, Ahua, a scum, can you tell this kind of story to a girl?

"Fuck...Haha..." Murong Hongzhuang was startled, burst into laughter, slapped her legs and shouted wonderfully.

"I'll tell you a more yellow drop..." Murong Hongzhuang was in a good mood, and his brows were excited.

Zhang Ye's face is black, and he is straight? After arriving, Zhang Ye was blushing. The female man’s Taoism is indeed profound. After listening to a few paragraphs, Zhang Ye can’t hold it anymore: "Murong Hongzhuang, I have to rest well and open a shop tomorrow."

"Oh, it's so early, let's talk about one more, and you will go to bed after you finish." Murong Hongzhuang is like a wild horse that is running out of steam, unable to stop at all.

"If you listen to it, I really can't sleep anymore." Zhang Ye wanted to cry without tears. What kind of dirty jokes he told the female man, I blamed the scum of Ahua, and now his mind is full of serious things.

Seeing Zhang Ye escaping and hiding in the house, Murong Hongzhuang smiled triumphantly, in a good mood, and finally found the weakness of this hob meat, eating soft but not hard, and destroying Zhang Ye's young soul every day, haha ...

Zhang Ye simply ate something and couldn't fall asleep tossing about in bed. He felt hot when he thought of the meaty jokes Murong Hongzhuang said.

"Hey, do you sin!" Zhang Ye got up and walked into the blacksmith's shop, and carried the pangolin who stole the colorful water into the backyard, "I will work overtime tonight."

The pangolin is called a grievance. He digs hard at the wall and imagines the wall as Zhang Ye. The power is greatly increased, and the claw marks are repeated.

Zhang Ye opened the furnace and bought a batch of materials directly from the material mall, which is a bit more expensive, but it saves trouble.

In order to divert attention, Zhang Ye conceived something and quickly built it.

Not long after, the colorful brilliance of the blacksmith's shop lit up, and Zhang Ye looked at the artifact in front of him and muttered to himself: "Is this too gaudy? Just leave it to him, it's easy to use."

The next day, the sky was just getting bright, the monks in Tiandao City became active again, the traffickers and pawns, bustling, and the shops and restaurants began to shout.

The street where the blacksmith shop is located suddenly lit up with colorful lights, and the pedestrians were surprised and looked at the light source.

At this look, people were dumbfounded and stunned on the spot.

I saw a large sign hung on the lintel of a shop, with the words "Magic Blacksmith's Shop" written on it, exuding colorful brilliance, but if it was just like this, it would not attract everyone to stop watching. Because this sign itself is a top-grade artifact!

There are many top-grade magical artifacts in Tiandao City, but this one is definitely the only one that makes the high-grade magical artifacts and hangs them up!

"Blacksmith's shop?" The pedestrian came back to his senses, and smiled helplessly, only to say that which silly person came to Tiandao City to open the blacksmith shop, and dared to grab food in the hands of the Tianbing Pavilion, and it would close down in ten and a half months at most. He didn't take it to heart and left.

Zhang Ye stood at the door with his hands behind his back, looking at the plaque created last night with satisfaction. This plaque looks gorgeous and fancy, but in a strict sense it is a piece of armor, which can suppress evil and avoid evil, and has a lot of benefits for the shop.

By the way, the formation of the blacksmith shop envelops the plaque, which is not afraid of thieves at night.

This sign is very eye-catching. Pedestrians all stop and watch, which makes Zhang Ye very satisfied, but after a while, the pedestrians just take a look, and no one cares about the blacksmith's shop, which makes Zhang Ye a little confused.

Zhang Ye wondered whether to re-establish the sign to indicate the business, but at this time, a voice sounded.

"Oh, do you really open a blacksmith shop?" Murong Hongzhuang walked in with a smile, and looked at Zhang Ye's shop curiously.

"I have to work today, I don't have the time to mess around with you." Zhang Ye was in a bad mood at first, and seeing Murong Hongzhuang made him a headache.

"Don't pretend to be busy, you can't have a job." Murong Hongzhuang snorted coldly. "Little blacksmith, you have something nice to say. If grandma is happy, she can give you a job. "

"What kind of work?" Zhang Ye didn't believe it.

"Grandma, I happen to lack a cook. You are good at cooking. You can cook for me later. Don't waste your talents in the blacksmith shop." Murong Hongzhuang occupied Zhang Ye's recliner and lay down happily. Come, give me a ride first."

Zhang Ye has a black line on his face, thinking that there is a magic weapon that needs to be forged, but in the end he wants Zhang Ye to change his career, so angry that Zhang Ye picked up Murong Hongzhuang: "Don't bother me."

"Zhang Ye, I kindly show you the way, what is your attitude!" Murong Hongzhuang refused to leave.

Zhang Yehao regretted that he shouldn't rent the shop here for a bargain at the beginning. The landlord is too annoying: "Opening a blacksmith shop is my clear road. I don't need other people to point their fingers."

"Fart on the road, the blacksmith can't go on it." Murong Hongzhuang was not kind, she was just looking at Zhang Ye's jokes.

"As long as you don't make trouble, I will be able to drive." Zhang Ye urged, "Hurry up, don't hinder me from doing business."

"Wait a moment, I think of another silly joke!" Murong Hongzhuang came here to destroy Zhang Ye. How could he make him feel better and refuse to leave.

Just as Zhang Ye and Murong Hongzhuang were fighting, a young fat man with a big belly, wearing gold and silver, wandered in the street like a nouveau riche. Pedestrians respectfully greeted him: "Hello, boss Wang. "

The fat man's eyes were indifferent, and he didn't even look at the pedestrians, but the pedestrians still stepped forward and followed their hot faces and cold ass.

Who is the fat man, the big boss of the Emeishan Moon Auction House, that is one of the top firms in Tiandao City. Although this fat man is not good at his cultivation, he is rich and rich.

The fat man feels dumb with the flattery of the monks. Every day is so boring, the master is lonely.

The fat man was walking, and suddenly he saw a colorful thing, and he became interested.

In the blacksmith's shop, Zhang Ye and Murong Hongzhuang are still bickering.

"If you can take a job today, I will marry you!" Murong Hongzhuang gritted her silver teeth.

"Oh, this curse is terrible!" Zhang Ye had a lingering fear.

"You..." Murong Hongzhuang was about to continue talking when a fat man walked in: "Is the shopkeeper here?"

Speaking of business, business. Although Murong Hongzhuang is annoying, it is a blessing.

Zhang Ye said rightly: "I am, do I need to forge something magical?"

Murong Hongzhuang was about to make trouble, the fat man said: "No, I just want to ask you about one thing, where did you make the sign at this door?"

Murong Hongzhuang laughed loudly when he heard this: "Zhang Ye, you will die of your heart. I said that there is no business coming."

Zhang Yebai glanced at Murong Hongzhuang, and said displeased at the fat man's voice: "What are you asking about this?"

The fat man noticed that Zhang Ye didn't want to say anything, and immediately handed him a business card, believing that Zhang Ye knew his identity and would certainly cheat himself.

But Zhang Ye is a newcomer to Tiandao City. He doesn't know the weight of Emei Mountain Moon, and just read according to his business card: "Emei Mountain Moon Auction House, the treasurer Wang Fat?"

The fat man was startled and coughed: "Wang Yueban, Emei Mountain is half moon and half moon in autumn."

"Then why don't you call Wang Lunqiu?" Zhang Ye asked very seriously~IndoMTL.com~ Murong Hongzhuang laughed out loud when she heard these conversations. Although she is not in business, Emeishan The owner of Yueyue Auction House Wang Yueban is like Lei Guaner. These characters came to Zhang Ye's shop, but Zhang Ye first mispronounced his name Wang Pang, and then asked why you are not called Wang Lunqiu?

I will give people two nicknames at once, and it would be strange not to offend Emei Shanyue Auction House. This piece of Ye will really die. Murong Hongzhuang gloated at Zhang Ye.

The fat on Wang Yueban’s face trembled. After a while, she said excitedly: "My soulmate, I also think Wang Lunqiu is better than Wang Yuehan, but when I was born it was just in the middle of the month, and my parents didn’t give it. I'm thankful for naming Wang Zhongchu!"

"I feel the same way. My name is Zhang. On the eve of my birth, my dad was smelting metal. He looked at the fire at home. His inspiration flashed..." When Zhang Ye said this, Wang Yue said in doubt: "So you are called Zhang Jiahui?"

"No, my name is Zhang Ye."

Murong Hongzhuang was dressed up looking at the look of the two meeting each other in hatred.