Shu Jingrong patted the dust on her body and looked at her masterpiece.
You must know that this was something she made by the way when she was refining medicine. It was just a small bomb. Everything was miniature, and its power was not very great.
At least it was definitely incomparable to what she knew.
"Tsk tsk, the effect is not very good. The pit seems to be a little smaller. Maybe I can make it more powerful next time."
Shu Jingrong stretched her head and looked at the hole she had made not far away. She had planned to use less force when digging the hole as a trap, but she didn't expect it to be effective.
The little whirlwind suddenly came to a standstill!
The next second, the roar suddenly rose.
Shu Jingrong smiled and took out a bottle from her arms, holding it in her hand and shaking it twice.
The advancing little whirlwind suddenly stopped moving forward, and even the sound of the wind seemed to have become quieter.
Shu Jingrong laughed, waved the hand holding the small bottle twice, and said with a smile: "You saw this thing just now, what do you think will happen if I throw it directly on this big rock?"
Huhu...
The wind sound seems to be a little quieter again, and the small whirlwind seems to have a slower feeling. Maybe the original eight-level wind has become a seven-level wind?
Shu Jingrong had a sincere and innocent expression on her face and said coaxingly: "Look, this thing can blow such a big hole with just one piece. As you can see, it is very fast and different from other spiritual attacks.
It must be your first time seeing it."
She came up with this thing herself. It probably doesn't exist in this place yet. Even if it does, she will pretend it doesn't exist for the time being.
She thought for a while and took out several more similar small bottles from her arms.
"Look, I still have a lot of these small bottles. The previous one was already such a big hole. If I get a few more, do you think I can penetrate the rock?" Shu Jingrong smiled and her eyes sparkled.
Liang, "Maybe you said, let me get something more powerful, ten times or a hundred times better, just go for the big one."
"no!"
A little boy's voice suddenly sounded, impatient and angry.
"Why are you so annoying? How did this bracelet get into your hands? You actually want to blow up my Babel Rock, you bastard!"
The whirlwind dissipated, and a ten-year-old boy in black jumped out in a rage. His round head looked particularly cute, and his eyes had an amber-like color that made it possible to tell that he was not a real person.
He wears various accessories carved with different patterns all over his body. Although they are accessories, they seem to be more like an original part of his body.
The mysterious lines seem to carry hidden power, but those pictures...
Shu Jingrong blinked, these ghostly drawings looked a bit familiar!
"This broken stone is an eyesore here. Maybe I can find a way out if it explodes!"
Shu Jingrong looked at the little boy who appeared, grabbed a bottle and was about to throw it into the flame, her eyes as bright as the moon flashed with a narrow smile.
The little boy became anxious instantly, stared at her and said, "No!!!"
"why not?"
“If I say no, I just can’t!!!”
"Are you my father, my son or grandson, it doesn't matter! Even if you are me, there is no need to listen to you!"
