"I just said I heard the sound of a car... Why did you get up so early? Don't leave in a hurry. Come down."

Lang Lang, who was startled by the movement, turned his head and made a surprised sound:

"Old Yang!?"

"...Can we change our names? Forget it, have you eaten yet? Let's eat together? Go inside and wash your hands. I'll wake Xu Xin up."

"...???"

Lang Lang, who had a chicken coop on his head, looked straight at Yang Mi, who was wearing an apron, with a look of shock on his face.

Subconsciously he glanced at his watch.

7:27…

It was early 12 o'clock when he got home last night. He was already so drunk in the car that he fell asleep. He woke up after 6 o'clock and vomited once, and couldn't fall back asleep.

That's when I thought of coming over to pick up the car.

In fact, logically speaking, it is enough to hire an assistant for this kind of thing.

But he is not a lazy person. In addition, he lives not far from here. After drinking, his stomach feels empty and uncomfortable, so he simply strolls over and breathes in the fresh air to adjust the discomfort in his body.

.

Unexpectedly...

I was just about to drive away, and I expected that Lao Xu, who had also drunk a lot last night, would not be up, so I didn't want to disturb them early in the morning...

But when she heard the sound of starting her car, Yang Mi came out unexpectedly.

Are you still calling me to eat?

It's not even 7:30 yet.

this……

So virtuous?

Lang Lang was shocked.

But now that he had met him, he wasn't in a hurry to leave.

He raised the car window and re-entered the house.

Then I smelled a nice aroma of millet porridge from the kitchen at the door.

At this time, Yang Mi walked out of the house again:

"It's just the three of us today. My brother and sister-in-law haven't gotten up yet. How about eating here? It's cool in the morning, so it's comfortable to eat in the corridor."

Pointing to the porch area, after she finished speaking, Lang Lang nodded subconsciously and asked:

"When did you get up?"

"6 o'clock."

"……So early?"

"got used to."

Yang Mi said as she walked into the kitchen.

"I have to practice kung fu in the morning. My teacher said that the first ray of purple energy rising from the sky and the earth is very important for martial arts practitioners... Although it is a bit metaphysical, I am used to it."

"..."

Lang Lang was speechless.

Purple air?

Practice martial arts?

He couldn't help but look at the log pole next to the grape trellis.

Yesterday I heard Big Lao Wang talking there and said something... that was a white wax pole.

He doesn't understand either.

Since I was drinking at the time, I didn’t think much about it.

Now think about it...

"What's that stick for?"

"Which one?"

Yang Mi, who was busy in the kitchen, rolled her head and took a look, then said:

"For practicing with big guns."

"...???"

Lang Lang was stunned and asked:

"Can I take a look?"

"Let's see."

So, he walked over and picked up the oily-looking pole...

It's not too heavy to start with, but it's not too light either.

It's definitely no problem to pick it up, but the problem is...

How to do this thing?

Normally, he wouldn't even touch this thing. After all, to put it bluntly, even if his hand got a thorn, it would be a risk and loss.

However, the white wax rod in front of me looks pretty good, with no burrs and is very smooth.

Men, they have a natural persistence and restlessness towards this kind of stuff.

After observing it for a while, he tried to swing it...

"Woo!"

A deep voice sounded.

When she heard the noise, Yang Mi, who was about to cook, turned around and immediately panicked:

"Hey, hey, please don't."

"……ah?"

Lang Lang subconsciously didn't dare to mess around anymore, thinking that the stick had other uses.

But he saw Yang Mi walking out quickly:

"Your hand is so valuable, why are you playing with it?"

"Well……"

Only then did he feel at ease.

smiled and said:

"It's okay, it doesn't matter..."

"That's not okay. If I were hit or stabbed by your hand, wouldn't I be a sinner?"

Yang Mi quickly and carefully took over the white wax pole.

But Lang Lang asked curiously:

"How do you use this thing? How do you practice a big gun?"

"Well……"

Seeing that he seemed really curious, Yang Mi simply held the pole with both hands:

"That's it. Have you heard of Yue Wu Mu's Thirteen Spears?"

"...I think I've heard of it."

"Just like this."

She made a starting gesture.

The horse's stance was lifted, the energy drained from his Dantian, and he held the bottom of the white wax pole with both hands.

Weird things happened.

He was obviously holding the bottom of the pole which was the most difficult to exert force on, but unfortunately, the pole only swayed slightly and did not drop at all.

Lang Lang's eyes widened in surprise.

Then I heard a sound:

"prick!"

"Whoosh..."

The pole pierced out.
To be continued...