Chapter 1327 Big Stinky Socks
Huang Xiaomao was crying and calling again.
In fact, the arhat who raised the alms bowl was not idle either.
After taking the photo of Huang Xiaomao, the pungent smell lingered for a long time.
The Arhat Dharma Minister looked at his hands and raised his bowl. The Arhat felt the same and was very frightened.
As soon as the Dharma appears, the sound of Sanskrit sounds is fragrant, sacred and solemn.
My Arhat Dharma image will be released to the public in the future, carrying the stench of yellow hair.
What to do?
Therefore, the Arhat Dharma Minister did not care to continue attacking, and began to rub his hands in the crushed ice, hoping to get rid of the sour smell.
As he was bending over to rub his hands, he suddenly heard a shout from Huang Xiaomao.
"The Huang family is a good boy, the strongest in the world!"
What is this lunatic doing?
Are you cheering yourself up?
Arhat Faxiang subconsciously looked up and saw a foot kicking towards him.
This foot is very big, very big, a bit like the legendary Tiancan foot.
Moreover, there were no shoes on, and the toes were actually exposed on the socks that could not be seen.
Looking along the feet towards the source, it turned out to be the still small Huang Xiaomao.
Wow, can he make his feet huge alone?
It looks like it is indeed a magic weapon.
Are those Lucun socks well-deserved?
But, never heard of it?
If you look at the performance of socks.
So, could the other equipment he was bragging about also become huge?
That's a bit awesome.
Unexpectedly, in this world.
A little magician who can come up with a magic weapon of this level is really a crouching tiger, hidden dragon.
Fortunately, it was all crushed by my own slap just now.
Now there's just one stinky sock to deal with.
Yes, stinky socks.
Before the foot could reach it, the pungent sour smell was already rushing towards him, and its lethality was astonishing.
Just like that sixteen-year-old boy in his prime, after playing basketball, his artificial leather sneakers are sticky with his passionate youth.
The arhat holding a bowl felt that if his Dharma image was kicked in the face by this smelly foot, he would really not be able to see anyone in the future.
The Arhat Dharma Master hurriedly avoided, but still let this foot rub his face.
This feeling is sticky, wet and greasy, and the sour smell is like substance, permeating the face of Arhat Dharma and lingering for a long time.
The Arhat's mentality suddenly collapsed.
The Arhat and the alms-raising Arhat lowered their heads at the same time and began to vomit, as if they would rather die if they did not vomit out the nausea.
While retching, the Arhat raised his bowl and reflected.
What kind of evil has happened to me, and why should I endure such a thing?
Is it because Mother Ling Zi said that a gap should be left?
I did leave a seam, but what kind of stuff came out of this seam.
Dabingzuzi
Big ice hunchback
Malaysian Monkey
Big smelly socks
Although Huang Xiaomao's kick was not missed, Huang Xiaomao's confidence returned immediately.
It is said that a child's face is like a child's face, and even in June, Huang Xiaomao looked like a child.
I completely forgot that I felt so uncomfortable just now that I wanted to commit suicide.
He turned over and stood up, pointing to his torn socks.
"Look, look, how do you like it?
I'm not bragging, right?
These are Lucun’s socks.
It's more powerful than I imagined, are you envious? ”
Looking at the arrogant Huang Xiaomao, who had blood on his face and tatters all over his body, everyone fell silent again.
With players like this, they are a nightmare for both their enemies and their own people.
Yuanyuan couldn't pretend anymore, so she silently stood back beside Xiao Sun and thoughtfully stuffed two wads of tissue into his nose.
Shi Huozhu upstairs was very surprised when he saw the huge Lucun socks.
Although he didn't care what Huang Xiaomao said.
But judging from the performance of these torn socks, they are really good.
It turns out that it looked so tattered just now because my magical power was not activated.
Looking at Huang Xiaomao's cultivation, he probably wouldn't be able to activate such a powerful magic weapon. That is, the magic weapon itself has an energy storage system, and it only needs the correct formula to activate it.
If so, that would be interesting.
According to my own research, a magic weapon without an energy supply system can only be regarded as an ordinary item.
No matter how powerful it is, it is just sharper and stronger, and it cannot be put on the table.
It's like a lightbulb that emits electricity, nothing special.
If you have a solar panel and absorb energy to emit light, it will be considered advanced.
If it's more advanced, you only need to bring a storage battery and it can light up 24 hours a day.
The Lucun socks in front of me are a bit like a solar light bulb with its own battery, which is a bit high-end.
If we follow the heavenly theory of the level of magic weapons, this pair of Lucun socks with exposed toes can be considered a spiritual weapon.
Although, in the grading standards of heaven, spiritual weapons are considered to be the lowest level existence, they just have some special effects.
It couldn't compare to an immortal weapon, let alone Cai Gen's bone-cutting knife.
Thinking of this, Shi Huozhu couldn't help but run away.
Cai Gen's bone-cutting knife is really a good thing, comparable to a divine weapon.
It generates spiritual wisdom and can also activate different modes of weapons. In the past, there were not many weapons in heaven, only the nine-tooth nail rake, the golden cudgel and so on.
It's a pity that Cai Gen's own strength is limited and he can't play a single role.
Cai Gen felt a little jealous, then turned to think about Lucun's smelly socks.
Although the spiritual weapons are not very impressive, there are many of them.
The number of one hundred thousand level is a bit beyond Shi Huozhu's understanding.
Even if my own unit smuggles a lot of things from above, they are not on the order of 100,000.
It’s not like I’ve never been to Changbai San. My family is quite wealthy. Where did they get so many spiritual weapons?
When I visited the yellow stall, I saw that the only thing that had been passed down was Changbai Sanyi, and he was scratching and pulling things a lot.
How has it been preserved after so many years?
Doesn’t it last long or lose aura?
Shi Huozhu, who couldn't understand, could only sigh and speak his mind.
"It's true, a skinny camel is bigger than a horse. The three Changbai families are really rich."
Next to her, Li Sai seemed to be able to see through Shi Huozhu's thoughts, and she was very disapproving and a little sarcastic.
"This is the most tasteless nonsense.
A dead camel, no matter how big it is, is still a dead camel.
In essence, it is inferior to a living horse.
Compare two fundamentally different things together.
Either stupid or bad.
That is to say, it disgusts the camel to death and reveals the sad fact of short life.
It also expresses the small luck of being alive and reflects one's sense of superiority in being alive.
In a way, although I am not as strong as you, I will live longer than you.
If you say you are angry or not, where can you go to reason? ”
Why is this old lady so sensitive?
I just said something casually, is it necessary to have such a big reaction?
Shi Huozhu didn't feel that he had said the wrong thing.
In heaven, everyone talks like this all the time.
Always start by boasting about how awesome Jie Jiao is.
Then reverse it and express regret hypocritically.
No matter how awesome it is, it is yellow, but it is still not awesome enough.
Today, why do I still encounter people I don’t want to listen to?
"Grandma Li, I just feel emotional.
Changbai's 300,000 sets of spiritual weapons and magic weapons are indeed quite a lot. ”
Li Sai's mood has not changed, and he is still unhappy.
"Are your ears for breathing or for smelling?
Why did I listen to the person on the phone saying, less than 100,000 sets? ”
(End of chapter)