Made by God

Qi Ze made repeated requests and finally attracted Wang Xuan's attention. He hesitated, "I should save you. Where can I repay you? Besides, G9 has been discontinued, and the same parts can not be found in the whole galaxy. How can you fix it?" The energy converter is the heart of the mecha, if not The original ones will not work at all.

"Ouyang Ye knows a very good mecha maker. He has a lot of old-fashioned parts there, maybe there is a G9 energy converter. Then, you can send mecha to 102 apartment and let that machine Maker A can help you see?" Qi Ze suggested.

Wang Xuan thought for a while, and quickly agreed. Anyway, there was no other way but a dead horse as a living horse doctor.

The two thanked each other, and then broke up happily. After returning to the apartment, Qi Ze downloaded a G9 structure map from the Internet and looked seriously. Yan Junyu sat beside him, laughing and joking, "The so-called very powerful mecha maker is you yourself?"

Qi Ze didn't respond. After reading the drawing, he pulled out a nutrient from the refrigerator, bit it with his teeth, and then licked the bottle mouth one after another.

Yan Junyu stopped talking, looked away from the tip of his pink tongue, and coughed unnaturally.

A burst of sound broke the awkward atmosphere. Qi Ze turned on the communicator and asked lazily, "What's the matter?"

"I just received a call from Wang Xuan, and he said thank you for helping him repair the mecha. Qi Shao, are you not going to do it yourself? You can even repair mechas?" Ouyang Ye said in his tone of voice. Unspeakable excitement.

As we all know, only people with supernatural powers can drive mechas, because they have the mental power to connect to the control system of the mechas, and they have powerful bodies that can resist the huge pressure and radiation pollution in the cockpit.

Although Ouyang Ye can use both wind and fire swords, he cannot drive a mecha because he has no mental power. So even if he won the martial arts competition and received the admission letter from the Imperial Military Academy, he would not be able to apply for the Mecha Combat Department. This is the regret of his life.

When he was young, he often thought naively: It would be great if scientists made mechas that ordinary people could drive; but when he grew up, he understood that today's science is not enough to overcome this problem.

However, Shao Qi is like a bug, constantly overthrowing his established cognition, telling him that there are miracles in the world. After receiving a call from Wang Xuan, he vaguely guessed that Young Master Qi would make mechas, and he suddenly became excited. He felt that what others couldn't do, Qi Shao might not be able to do; what Qi Shao couldn't do, others would definitely not be able to do. If Shao Qi is willing to be more high-profile, what is going to happen to Mu Ran?

"As long as it is a machine, I can repair it. If it is not repaired, I can just build one." Qi Ze didn't know how aggressive his answer was.

Ouyang Ye was so happy that he hurriedly asked, "Qi Shao, can you build a mecha that ordinary people can drive? I can pay and ruin the family!"

The manufacturing principle of mechas is similar to that of puppets. It is a kind of high-level spirit weapon, which is difficult for ordinary people to control. However, it is not without a solution. You only need to place a defensive circle in the cockpit to isolate the powerful spiritual pressure; then engrave the spirit gathering circle on the surface of the mecha to make up for the lack of aura supply; then add the spiritual power The control system is directly converted into a soul connection. Only a few lucky people can have supernatural powers, but everyone has a soul.

This is easy to say, but difficult to implement. To refine a puppet, you must first have a golden core cultivation base. Qi Ze took a visual observation, and I am afraid it will take several years, even decades, before he can return to his peak state.

"Not yet," he added unhurriedly, "but it will be possible in the future."

There was a scream of ecstasy from the communicator. After the call, Ouyang Ye gasped and said, "Shao Qi, can I order one first? I'll pay you a deposit when I come back."

"Let's go." Qi Ze did not refuse the comers of Star Coins. He has long been no longer the young master of the sect of the Supreme Profound God, and there are no countless spiritual veins to enjoy, and he can only find a way to make money on his own.

Ouyang Ye hung up the communicator and drove back at a swift speed.

After listening to the conversation between the two, Yan Junyu shook his head and smiled bitterly, "Do you know what you are talking about? The empire has a population of tens of billions, and only one supernatural power is born out of a thousand. If the remaining 99% of people are If you can drive mechs and turn them into combat power, the empire will be invincible. If all comes true, you will change the history of the empire on your own."

Qi Ze is not a fool, of course he knows what this means. But he has no hobby of being a savior, nor the idea of ​​promoting puppets. He single-mindedly only strives to improve his level of refining tools, and then he can prove the great way. Only a predestined person can obtain Lingwu from him. As for what is predestined, it depends on how many stars the other party has.

Thinking of this, he quickly sent a text message to Ouyang Ye: How much deposit do you pay?

Ouyang Ye replied in seconds: You can say as much as you want.

Qi Ze was satisfied, and thought that Young Master Ouyang was indeed his destined person.

Yan Junyu stared at the juvenile's ticking brain, then looked at his extremely contented expression, and couldn't help shaking his head and smiling. Whenever he was frightened by the unfathomable youth, he would be amused by his innocence and innocence. He was like a treasure, and he would continue to discover surprises by digging.

To be honest, if he were to leave the boy now, he would really be reluctant to give up. He wanted to watch him go to the end with his own eyes, and wanted to know what height he could reach and what changes he would bring to the world. He had a hunch that a teenager would never be mediocre for a lifetime.

While thinking about it, there was a sound of engines outside the door. Ouyang Ye and Wang Xuan arrived at the apartment one after another, and happened to ran into each other.

"Are you here to send the mecha? I heard that Ouyang Duanhua said he wanted to win the double champion of the martial arts and mecha competition? Don't worry, I will help you fix the mecha and beat him up. It's a pity that master. I'm not free today. I'll let you know when he comes in a few days." Ouyang Ye walked in locally.

"You and Qi Ze are interested, I can't thank them enough. This is all my savings, I don't know if it will be enough for the repair cost?" Wang Xuan took out a card.

"What money? Either take it back or get out!" Seeing Shao Qi sitting on the sofa drinking the nutrient solution, his public expression immediately changed to flattery, and he smiled, "Baby, how do you eat this kind of food? Refrigerator? There are ingredients in it, so let the robot butler do it for you. Otherwise, call me and I will come back to bring takeaway." After he rolled up my sleeves, I walked into the kitchen and expressed my skills, "I recently learned two special dishes specially. I'll just do it."

Wang Xuan was amazed, and he thought that the prodigal son turned his head back, so he threw down the space button and bank card for storing the mecha, thanked Qi Ze again and again, and then left with interest. He doesn't want to be an electric light bulb.

As the young master of the sect, Qi Ze was very weak in terms of human relations and sophistication. He did not keep guests, waved his hand and let Wang Xuan go. If the other party does not take action, he will not die, but this cause and effect is considered to be owed, and he has to pay it back.

It took half an hour for Ouyang Ye to make two slices of toasted bread and a bowl of yellow and green vegetable salad. After tasting two of them, he was almost killed, so he had to call a nearby restaurant to order takeaway. He walked out of the living room and found that Shao Qi was not there. Walking down the stairs to the basement, he found that the other party was standing in a pile of shabby parts.

"This is Wang Xuan's mecha?" He asked in disbelief when he caught sight of a part engraved with G9.

Qi Ze let out a "um" without lifting his head. Yan Junyu shook his head and smiled, understanding why Ouyang Ye was so surprised. To disassemble a mech, you must use professional tools, such as jacks, landing gears, robotic arms, etc., but Qi Ze just put the G9 down, rammed it here with a wrench, and rammed it there. A steel giant was dismantled into a pile of parts. He seemed to know how to repair or build machines from birth. This talent is unparalleled.

"What did you use to dismantle? It's too fast, right? I just thought about buying some tools for you back." Ouyang Ye slapped his tongue.

Qi Ze gave him a white look, and there was a line of words on his face-what else could he use other than his hands? He was too lazy to talk, picked up the parts silently, checked the drawings one by one, put the problematic ones aside for repair, and soaked in the energy liquid without problems. After finishing the work, it was late at night without knowing it.

Ouyang Ye never left, holding a fine flannel and tirelessly wiping the sea of ​​wind, forest and fire. When Shao Qi finally stood up, he asked, "I heard that the G9 has long been discontinued and there are no parts on the market. How do you repair it?"

"I have blueprints in my hands, so I can make them myself." Qi Ze didn't think this was a difficult problem to deal with.

With such an expression, Ouyang Ye coldly snorted, "Cheap Wang Xuan, that kid. If he doesn't defeat Ouyang Duanhua, I must pay him double the repair cost!"

Qi Ze lit the smelting furnace, threw a few pieces of metal into it, then slowly unbuttoned, took off his shirt, and walked to the workbench shirtlessly to clean the hammer and tongs. His thin body was already covered with a thin layer of muscles, gleaming golden light under the light of the fire, slender arms, slender waist, and two mermaid lines in his abdomen followed the action of raising his hand. The ups and downs seem to be full of power, but also exudes indescribable temptation.

Yan Junyu suddenly looked at Ouyang Ye and said coldly, "You should go now."

However, Ouyang Ye is still immersed in the rare and **** style of Young Shao Qi, his eyes are wide, his mouth is slightly open, and his expression is very wretched.

"You should go now! (You should go now. Yan Junyu spoke again, but he did not expect to coincide with Qi Ze's voice. This rare tacit understanding finally made a smile in his dark eyes.

Ouyang Ye didn't dare to defy Shao Qi, and quickly left with Feng Lin Huohai, walked to the door and looked back, curiously asking, "Are you starting to build parts now?"

"When will you wait? The mecha contest will be held immediately after the martial arts competition. It's only half a month." Qi Ze said without looking back, "Don't forget to remodel the roof these days. A lightning rod."

"The lightning protection system is already there, and there is no need to install lightning rods." Ouyang Ye said, pulling the slowly closed door panel.

"I'm afraid that the lightning protection system is not enough. You are always right to install more." Qi Ze didn't explain much. The resurrection of the dead is an act against the sky. If there is a way of heaven in this world, there will always be a reaction. Lightning rods, mechas, airships, technology is a bit interesting, and it really brings him a lot of inspiration.