Compared with the entanglement of the white-rumped snowbirds and the others, the atmosphere at Fuyuan Zhou and Su Rimu's side was solemn.
"Just now, you said you were worried about wearing dimples???" Su Rimu asked hurriedly as soon as he was away from the sight of everyone, he used Qinggong by himself, but still let Fuyuan Zhou pretend to carry him forward.
"Yes." Fu Yuanzhou nodded, his face slightly gloomy.
Su Rimu's expression was also unusually gloomy, and he couldn't help but ask: "Are you sure you're not mistaken?" The creator of the dimple Chuanchou has long been unknown. This kind of mechanism is very vicious, and its production is precise and difficult. It can be called a miraculous craftsmanship. Even if there are complete blueprints, no one can do it, and those who can do it can't guarantee the success of the Jedi in one go. Moreover, the dimple and wear sorrow has been passed down for hundreds of years and has been lost for a long time. If it were not in the Su family's collection There is such a record in an ancient book that has become moldy and no one cares about it. I am afraid that he will not know that there is such a mechanism in this world that looks like the work of ghosts and gods.
"Didn't you demonstrate it to me when you were a child?" Fuyuan Zhou said, telling him everything about Qi Ran and Mrs. Zhuang.
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