Would You Like Even the Devil

He shook his hand directly, and threw away the magic sword that was extremely precious in the eyes of others.

The door was suddenly pushed open.

As soon as Feng Yiye entered the door, he saw a sharp long sword stabbing at him.

His pupils shrank for a moment, and he stretched out his hand sideways, grabbing the flying magic sword.

"Didn't you tell me not to come in and disturb me!?"

Welf let out a low growl without looking back, appearing to be in a bad mood.

"it's me."

Feng Yiye's calm voice made Welf turn around.

Seeing that it was the person who woke him up, the young man froze for a moment, then shook his head bitterly.

"I failed, I can't make the magic sword you mentioned."

"I can tell."

Throwing away the magic sword in his hand, which was enough to sell for a high price, like throwing away trash, Feng Yiye sat down beside him;

"Isn't this here to help you solve the problem?"

Welf could not help but look at him upon hearing this.

"Mysterious, who are you?"

"My name is Crazy Yiye, and I'm a traveler. I know a thing or two about the magic sword..."

"Strange name."

Welf muttered disapprovingly, picked up the prepared magic sword embryo again, picked up the forging hammer again, and was about to start forging.

Seeing this, Feng Yiye said with determination: "Like you, even if you build another ten thousand, it will still break."

The swinging forging hammer stopped in the air, Welf frowned and put the hammer down.

"Do you know how to forge a magic sword?"

"No, but it's a pain in the ass to see your savage hammer swing."

Feng Yiye is not aware of the thickness of his skin, and even in Welf's view, he is really brazen.

The boy raised his eyelids hard, and said lazily: "The things you build lack soul."

That being said, it's a bit taller;

Feng Yiye felt that he should express what he wanted.

He doesn't need to explain it too clearly, as long as it is a little mysterious, Welf can figure it out by himself.

This world is actually very strange.

All miracles, as long as you intentionally pursue them, there will be traces to follow.

In a world where even gods exist, it is normal for any unbelievable things to happen.

Who said that weapons cannot produce "souls"?

Not a soul like a human being or a creature, but the infinite possibilities it represents.

Sure enough, Welf was stunned.

Feng Yiye smiled indifferently: "You have discovered it yourself, your aversion to the magic sword has never changed."

If you don't love, how can you be fanatical to achieve the ultimate, and how can you be the best?

Welf seemed to understand a little bit.

He remembered the teachings passed down by the family when they were forging.

Bring the "emotion" into the forging, and you can feel the "life" of the metal;

Listen to the sound of metal, listen to the sound of metal, put your heart on the hammer! !

"As long as you have a hammer, an iron block, and the passionate flame of Xiongxiong, you can shoot a weapon anywhere..."

He murmured softly.

As a result, he heard Feng Yiye's soft complaint:

"Hey, good middle school two."

Welf: "...??"

What can I do?That's what the teachings passed down from the family say! !

For Feng Yiye's attitude, Welf really wanted to vomit, but Feng Yiye did successfully wake up Welf, who was on the tip of his horn.

He put the hammer in his hand on the ground.

"I understand what you mean. It seems that there is something wrong with my mentality."

As he spoke, he shook his head and sighed, "I'm really immature."

"Nothing."

Raising his eyelids, Feng Yiye looked at the other party with scattered eyes;

"—You are already very mature, and that's all you have grown up to be."

Welf: "...??"

The corner of his mouth couldn't help twitching and sniffing, the young man's bloodshot eyes stared at Feng Yiye.

"Can't you speak, dizzy-eyed?"

Feng Yiye tilted his head and repeated in doubt: "Scattered eyes?"

"I'm talking about your sparse and lazy eyes, boy."

Rolling his eyes, Welf's bloodshot eyes looked a little scary.

Feng Yiye was not angry, but counterattacked calmly:

"I just don't want to talk to you, I'm a clean freak."

"...??"

Welf opened his mouth, he didn't speak for a while, and he didn't speak...

He looked at Feng Yiye with a ghostly expression on his face;

Why is this person so cruel?

Didn't I just fight back a little...

"I'm really sorry for making you talk to me." Welf was also speechless, muttering something like this in his mouth, and then asked: "What's the matter with you coming to see me?"

"Hephaestus asked me to give you some advice."

Feng Yiye looked at Welf meaningfully, and said softly: "You still need a little motivation."

"Huh? Lord Hephaestus? What, what motivation... I'm very motivated now."

"You're not motivated enough."

As Feng Yiye said, the corner of his mouth curled up, causing Welf to shiver inexplicably.

"You, what do you want to do?"

"It's nothing, if I'm not wrong, you like Hephaestus, right?"

After the words fell, Welf jumped straight away.

"Nonsense, nonsense! What are you talking about!?"

"whispering sound……"

Feng Yiye snorted softly, looked at Welf with slight disdain, and said:

"Hephaestus is outside, so I can hear you."

"Ha,, ha~!?"

Welf, being a man, was blushing at this moment, but his face was covered with soot so it couldn't be seen.

The door was pushed open, and Hephaestus walked in, giving Feng Yiye a strange look.

"Really, why did it suddenly come to me?"

She was neither shy nor flustered, which made Welf a little disappointed.

Does this mean that the goddess has never treated him as that kind of object, right?

Bored, Feng Yiye was holding an iron bar and knocking on it again and again, hearing this, he let out a long and lazily breath.

"Didn't you say that, he needs a little motivation."

Love is such a good source of motivation...

Originally, Welf had longed for the goddess Hephaestus.

After seeing the goddess, Welf looked a little embarrassed.

There is really nothing to admit.

The process is not complicated either.

At first, I was in awe of the goddess' ability, then the awe turned into longing, and the longing turned into admiration.

That's how he fell in love with this god logically. From the works of the other party to her godhead, he was attracted by her.

Hephaestus did understand Feng Yiye's words, she understood what Feng Yiye's method was.

But in this case,

Then what do you want him to help with?

This guy,, ran over to make a bridge, and asked himself to create a growth weapon for him...

Knowing that he had been calculated, the god sighed softly, and now he can't say anything;

Ignoring Feng Yiye's lazy appearance, she whispered to Welf:

"Actually, I have been paying attention to you, and I have always taken care of you before?"