"This thunderbolt is really clumsy to use, but if I modify it a little, it won't be so clumsy." Ying Zhuyue picked up a thunderbolt and asked, "Grandpa, see what's different about this thunderbolt?"
Mr. Ying observed for a while and said with a puzzled face: "There is no difference."
Ying Zhuyue smiled mysteriously, stretched out his hand to pick up a strand of hair, and said, "Didn't grandpa find this hair?"
"I saw it, but I don't know what the use of this hair is." He looked in disbelief and widened his eyes and said, "Could it be that this hair is the change you are talking about?"
"Yes!" Ying Zhuyue nodded and explained: "This hair looks very ordinary, and it is easy to be ignored. But precisely because it is easy to be ignored, it is even more powerful. This hair and Pili
The bullet is connected internally, and I made some manipulations inside it. As long as the hair is slightly pulled, the thunderbolt bomb will explode!"
"How is that possible?" The old man didn't believe it at all.
Ying Zhuyue had long expected his reaction, so without saying much, he took the old man directly to the courtyard, found a piece of thread and connected it to the hair, pulled it slightly with his hand, and the thunderbolt fired "
"Coax" burst out.
Seeing this, Mr. Ying was dumbfounded and froze on the spot, his mouth opened so wide that he could stuff an egg in it, and he was speechless for a long time.
*****
The weather is quiet, the gentle wind is blowing on the cheeks, and the sunshine is gentle, making people feel lazy all over.
The streets are bustling with people, and everyone has a gentle smile on their face. The sunny day is indeed pleasant.
Ying Zhuyue held a wooden paper umbrella and walked quietly on the streets of Seoul.
Seoul is in the southern part of the empire. Compared with the life in the north, people's life here is much more comfortable, and the worship of martial arts is not very strong. It is rare to see people wearing swords and the like on the streets, but more elegant things such as fans are common.
Ying Zhuyue wore a light green shirt, her hair was pulled up into a high bun, and she wore a pair of small embroidered shoes. If others didn't know her identity, they would just think of her as an ordinary rich girl.
She went out today to inquire about something. The Wang Shi family had been so quiet these days, which was a bit scary. Although Ying Zhuyue was confident in his strength, he was not arrogant. She knew that there must be something wrong with the Wang Shi family's silence.
Things are brewing.
She was alone, holding an oil-paper umbrella, and looked ordinary on the street.
"Uncle, come in and have a seat. Our new girl from the north is so pretty. The custodian likes her."
"Hey, young master, I look at your attire and you look like an outsider. Why don't you come in and sit here, as you are unfamiliar with this place? You look like you must have been tired all day. Come on, come on, come and sit down, let the girls
I'll give you a hammer on your legs and a slap on your back..."
A young man in black clothes was suddenly grabbed by an old woman with a painted face. He had no expression on his face, did not speak, and just shook his head lightly.
The old woman had a sharp eye and had already seen the young man's bulging luggage. Based on her many years of experience, she was sure that it was all silver.
Seeing the young man shaking his head, the old woman was not discouraged. She smiled coquettishly, leaned close to her, and said seductively: "Sir, why don't you sit down? The girls here are all well-behaved. Judging from your appearance, I'm afraid you're still a young girl, right?"
A trace of disgust flashed across the young man's face, and he turned his face expressionlessly, with a heart-stopping look of death in his eyes. He did not speak, but looked at the woman steadily. When the woman saw the look in his eyes, she just
I felt cold all over, as if I had fallen into an ice cave in an instant.