1932. Chapter 1932 1932 Is this therapy or is it a joke
"Zhonghao, Zhonghao, how are you?" My uncle was also frightened. The punching and kicking just now was so enjoyable that he lost his sense of control in his excitement. How did he take pictures of that place? What if the elder
How should I explain that this room is like no other?
"I...I'm fine, uncle, are you done with it?" Ling Zhonghao woke up faintly and asked feebly.
"No, this air ball is running too fast, and the area of my palm is too small. How about we try to find something larger to shoot." Seeing that Ling Zhonghao seemed to be fine, the uncle breathed a sigh of relief and thought about it.
He said.
"That's okay!" Ling Zhonghao hesitated for a moment and said through gritted teeth. Although his uncle didn't hit the right place, the pain was reduced a lot. It seems that this method is still effective.
"Wait a minute, I'm going to find a guy who can wear a shirt." The uncle said and walked out of the room.
Soon, the uncle came back, holding a pair of eight-rib purple gold hammers in his hands. Among warriors, swords were used the most. In fact, they were knives. It was really rare to see such weapons, but the area was small.
It's indeed big enough, even bigger than a pumpkin.
"Uncle, do you really want to use this thing?" Ling Zhonghao swallowed hard, and his eyes suddenly turned black.
"This thing is big enough. Don't worry. I've been practicing for a while before, so I'm familiar with it." My uncle danced the eight-edged purple gold hammer to perfection, but he accidentally lost his aim and smashed the wall with one hammer.
Make a big hole.
Ling Zhonghao originally had some confidence, but when he saw this scene, he felt his whole body go cold.
"I haven't practiced for a long time, so I'm a bit rusty. Don't worry, I'll get used to it soon." My uncle smiled honestly, danced a few more times, and was ready to start.
"Wait a minute, uncle, can you be gentler?" Ling Zhonghao looked at the holes in the wall and said helplessly.
"Yeah." The uncle nodded and raised the big golden hammer.
"Wait a minute." When the golden hammer was halfway down, Ling Zhonghao shouted again.
"What's wrong?" My uncle stopped in time and asked with some dissatisfaction.
"You can shoot in other places, but you can't smash it here, otherwise it will be really useless..." Ling Zhonghao clamped his legs, tears flashing, and his expression was infinitely sad.
"Don't worry, I'm measured!" After my uncle said this, he smashed the hammer down.
"Woo... Huh..." Ling Zhonghao screamed sadly, and his body and bed were knocked to the ground.
Ling Zhonghao raised his head tremblingly and looked at his uncle with grief and indignation. Didn't you say that you had practiced and were familiar with your skills? Didn't you say that you were measured? This is obviously to put people to death.
What a smashing rhythm.
"I'm sorry, I was so excited that I hit a little too hard. It will be fine next time." The uncle said apologetically and raised the big golden hammer again.
"No... no!" Ling Zhonghao was so frightened that he almost lost his soul and crawled out using both hands and feet.
"Believe me, uncle, there will definitely be no problem this time." I took a few steps to catch up.
Believe you? It’s weird to believe you! Ling Zhonghao finally understood that finding his uncle was a big mistake. None of this guy’s words were reliable. Even if he died in pain, he didn’t want to stay in the dark.
He was beaten to death by his uncle, and he ran away with all his strength, waving his hands wildly. While running away, he begged, "No, please, please just let me go, uncle."