Everyone: Forge The Heavens And Build Barrett At The Beginning

As we all know, the [Nilun Sword] was designed by Zhang Yi. A reporter from the Japanese country actually asked Zhang Yi to return the drawings of the [Nilun Sword]?

You heard that right!

For a moment, everyone around him fell silent, staring coldly at the Japanese reporter, wanting to see what tricks she could do.

Zhang Yi also said nothing and looked at him coldly.

Michiko pursed her lips. The cold gazes from all around made her feel like she had been cut into pieces. However, as the only person who stayed in Yudu and had the opportunity to face Zhang Yi, she felt that no matter what, she Also give it a try.

The copy of [Immortal Ghost] has always troubled the Japanese country, and it has become more and more serious.

This time, Michiko almost lost her mind with excitement when she had the opportunity to meet the designer of [Nichirin Sword].

Ta-ta-ta-ta!

Michiko stepped forward quickly, looked directly at Zhang Yi, and then bowed deeply, turning her body almost 180 degrees to show her respect and no offense.

Because she knew very well that the man in front of her was an extremely talented man, who controlled the fate of their Japanese country. His successive brilliant designs made the whole world look at him, and the slightest offensive behavior would only make her fall into the abyss.

Just now, in order to attract Zhang Yi's attention, he had shown disrespect, and now he had to make up for it.

Michiko thought very clearly that she must not anger Zhang Yi. She bowed and said loudly: "I am very sorry, dear Mr. Zhang Yi. I apologize for my actions just now."

laugh!

Zhang Yi smiled disdainfully, turned a deaf ear to her apology, and said indifferently: "What do you mean by return?"

Suddenly, the onlookers' expressions turned cold. If Michiko did anything that made them unhappy, it would be difficult for her to walk out of Yudu intact today.

Some time ago, when [Eighteen Levels of Hell] was in crisis, those people in the Japanese Internet area were sarcastic and made insulting comments still fresh in my mind.

Today, someone dared to say so brazenly that Zhang Yi would return the drawings to them?

Michiko's body was trembling slightly. Many eyes and huge pressure were on her. It was impossible not to be afraid at all.

She is the only one here!

But the opportunity to face Zhang Yi gave her courage. Otherwise, Michiko knew that she would have no chance to get close to this talented designer at other times.

"The responsibility of a weapon designer is to study the Supreme Magic Pattern, integrate materials from all realms, and find ways to fight against copies and save the world."

Michiko gritted her teeth and looked directly into Zhang Yi's cold pupils, but the other party's indifference made her heart drop.

"so what?"

As soon as Zhang Yi spoke, Michiko's heart sank to the bottom, but she was still unwilling to give up. Despite the pressure of many eyes, she said: "My country is suffering from disasters.

The solution is the blueprints in your hand. I beg you to have mercy on us, and also play your role as a weapons designer, release your authority over the blueprints, and save the lives of our people. "

"Okay!" Zhang Yi shrugged, and without waiting for Michiko's surprised look, he stretched out a finger and said: "One hundred billion spiritual crystals!"

At this moment, Michiko felt like she was on a roller coaster, going from heaven to hell.

"No... no, this is too expensive." Michiko looked pale and shook her head repeatedly, saying: "The greater the ability, the greater the responsibility. You rely on the design drawings and ignore life. You are too indifferent. This should not be a person." What genius does that people praise.”

There was an uproar!

The professionals around her suddenly became furious, and they were all gearing up to hang her up and beat her.

If pure professionals listened to her words, they might have sympathy, but now here are all combat and auxiliary professions, all of them have been on the battlefield and seen blood. They know very well that the so-called technology without borders is a joke. .

"Fuck your mother, indifference? When I framed Zhang Yi for stealing your 50 billion R&D funds, why did you go to Zhang Yi to do the research yourself?"

Someone in the crowd sneered loudly, which attracted a roar of approval.

Michiko trembled when she heard this. As a reporter, she had no idea what happened.

thump!

Michiko knelt down directly and looked at Zhang Yi pleadingly.

"The greater the ability, the greater the responsibility? It's none of my business, get out! You can't even speak the most basic Long Guoyu. How dare you ask me for blueprints?"

Zhang Yi turned a blind eye to her actions and had no sympathy for what she did, even though she was a pretty beauty.

It is true that Michiko dared to withstand the pressure of many people and plead to herself for the sake of Japan. It was very courageous.

"But... what does this have to do with me?" Zhang Yi's heart was cold and he never admitted that he would be a good person. Today's ending was already doomed when he was falsely accused of stealing R&D funds.

"Mr. Zhang Yi!"

"Mr. Zhang Yi!"

Michiko shouted hysterically, with despair in her eyes.

"roll roll roll!"

The professionals around her swarmed forward and immediately killed her idea of ​​stopping Zhang Yi again.

The reporters on the side looked at each other, then clicked the shutter wildly, taking pictures. Without thinking, Zhang Yi flatly refused the request of the Japanese reporter, which was another big news.

And in a few hours.

Everyone was surprised to find that Zhang Yi's "Advanced Weapons Research Laboratory" had a silver [Sun Lun Sword] on display.

The selling price is: 300 billion spiritual crystals!

…

"Asshole! Asshole!"

Inoue Sango was breathing heavily. The exquisite room had been smashed everywhere by him, and he couldn't find a single intact item. His hands were shaking with anger.

Silverware!

Just silverware! ! How dare you buy 300 billion spiritual crystals?

When he thought of this number, Inoue Sango shivered with anger, and he could even imagine the young man from the Dragon Kingdom laughing arrogantly.

Ichiro Swordsman and Ichiro Uemura both had gloomy expressions on their faces, with thousands of murderous intentions in their eyes. The young people from the Dragon Kingdom had completely angered them.

Uemura Ichiro clenched his fists. Ever since his career as a designer went further and further, he had not felt this humiliating feeling for a long time. For the first time in a hundred years, the opponent was still a young man under the age of twenty.

What a shame! !

Especially, I still can't figure out why the sacrifice of divine blood to heaven failed inexplicably. Not only did the magic pattern break, but also the divine blood and soul disappeared inexplicably, revealing a strange feeling.

"Buy!" Uemura Ichiro almost gritted his teeth, trying to swallow this insulting price.

At this moment, they felt like they were fish on the chopping board, ready to be slaughtered.

At this time, Zhang Yi had already boarded the train back to Magic City.