"Brother..." Xiaopang was anxious and hurried to help Tang Bandit.
"I'm fine." Tang Bandit stretched out his hand to stop him and said, "Let me rest for a while."
I am a Tang bandit. Wherever I fall, I will lie down.
Vulgar homophones!
"What a broken hammer, we don't want it." Xiaopang picked up the skull hammer and was about to throw it out.
"Wait..." Tang Bandit shouted.
The chubby boy held up the skull hammer and asked, "Brother, what's wrong?"
Tang Bandit didn't say anything, but looked at Fatty with strange eyes. He looked up, down, left, and right, as if he wanted to give Fatty a thorough look.
"Brother, what's wrong?" Xiaopang was a little nervous and asked worriedly: "Are my eyes red? Have I turned into a scary monster..."
He had just seen Tang Bandit's various reactions while holding the skull hammer. He was really frightened and thought he was possessed by a vicious god.
Now that I am holding a hammer, have I become just like my elder brother?
"Try waving it around," Tang Bandit said.
Xiaopang swung the hammer out, and heard a loud "bang" sound. A raised turtle-back stone next to him was smashed into pieces by him, and scattered everywhere like powder.
"Smash the hammer again." Tang Bandit said.
Little Fatty didn't know why, but he hit it with another hammer.
boom!
A stalactite hanging upside down above his head was knocked away by him.
Tang Bandit's eyes lit up, he looked at Xiaopang and asked, "Do you feel like your blood is surging and you want to kill someone?"
"No." Xiaopang shook his head.
"Do you ever feel as if your whole body is hot, like you're being grilled on a fire?"
"No." Xiaopang still shook his head.
"Do you feel uncomfortable anywhere?"
Xiaopang touched his stomach and said, "I just feel a little hungry. Maybe I exercised too much today...Brother, we haven't had dinner today."
"..."
Tang Bandit looked at Xiaopang, and then looked at the skull hammer in Xiaopang's hand for a while, gradually confirming his suspicion.
After being locked by the ferocious god's spiritual thoughts at the door just now, he struggled desperately to resist, but was counterattacked by the divine power. The stupid little fat boy forced him to force the moon to shine on the hill, but he acted like a normal person and did not suffer any harm.
At that time, he felt very strange. After all, he was a practitioner and in the air control realm. His resistance ability was not as good as that of an ordinary little fat guy?
Just now, when the fierce god was holding a skull hammer and wanted to smash them to death with one hammer, he was also injured more seriously. After the little fat man was thrown away by the hammer, he rolled on the ground and got up quickly...
This hammer is a bit evil.
Tang Bandit looked at Fatty and said loudly: "Little Fatty, from now on, this hammer is yours."
Treasures from heaven, materials and earth can be obtained by those who are virtuous.
The same hammer, if you lift it yourself, you will be worse than dead.
Nothing happens when the little fat guy is picked up, and he can exert huge lethality...
Tang Bandit felt very hurt.
The different treatment of artifacts is tantamount to a naked declaration that the Tang bandits are immoral in the five elements.
Of course, Tang Bandit would not express his inner speculation.
Big Brother's basic dignity still needs to be maintained.
"Brother, I don't want this hammer. It looks like a skull and looks too scary." Xiaopang refused.
I just hit a rock, what kind of hammer can't be used?
What if you frighten your friends when you work with a hammer like this?
Xiaopang is different from Tang Bandit. He is still very popular in the village...
Besides, what if I become a "pervert" like my elder brother?
The scene where Tang Bandit mentioned the hammer just now left him frightened, and he was afraid that one day he might do the same.
"It's different." Tang Bandit said. "Listen to me and use this hammer from now on."
The Tang bandit had already figured out that since this hammer was used by the evil god, it must be something very ferocious and evil.
The fierce god used it to blow off 9,999 heads instead of 10,000...
My mind is too complex and has many distracting thoughts, so I am easily influenced and bewitched by the Skull Hammer.
For example, originally there was only one point of evil in oneself, but under its catalysis and induction, one can show ten points.
One point of anger in my heart may turn into ten or one hundred points.
The more people are killed, the deeper the hostility will be and the more serious the murderous intention will be.
Will I be a human or a ghost by then?
I am afraid that I will end up as a person who is neither human nor ghost.
Xiaopang is different. This child is simple and kind to everyone. He has no distracting thoughts or any bad intentions...
Rarely looking up at the road, only burying his head in knocking stones.
He is a craftsman, a stone artist, and a craftsman who should be praised and praised.
Yes, no one has ever said anything bad about Fatty since I was a child.
Because everyone knows that if you say bad things about Fatty... everyone will think that you are a bad person.
A person is so simple and pure that even the evil god and skull hammer cannot affect him.
I don't have any anger in my heart, how can you intensify my anger?
I don't have a trace of desire in my heart, how can you make me sink into a sea of desire?
This hammer and Xiaopang are both a perfect match, and a bull's head with a horse's mouth.
The skull hammer cannot affect Xiaopang's mind, so Xiaopang can use this artifact freely.
However, Xiaopang's character obviously does not meet the Skeleton Hammer's criteria for choosing a mate... It might be easier for the scumbag murderous devil to win its favor.
Forget it, let them make do with each other first.
After all, even newlyweds have a running-in period, let alone mortals and artifacts.
"Use this one for stones too?"
"This is also used for hitting rocks." Tang Bandit said.
Sorry, Fierce God, I know this skull hammer is a magical weapon... It should be fine for hitting rocks, right?
Even if you can't hit a stone, you still have the nerve to call it an artifact? Are you still qualified to enter the ranking of artifacts?
"Okay then." Xiaopang nodded helplessly.
Since it is the request of the eldest brother, then listen to the eldest brother. Because the eldest brother will never harm him.
Seeing Xiao Pang reluctantly accepting the offer, Tang Bandit felt sad again.
He really likes this hammer. He knows very well that the blessing of an artifact to practitioners is unparalleled, but...
Feeding the dog affectionately.
Tang Bandit looked at Xiaopang and said, "Help me up and try."
"Okay." Xiaopang threw the hammer on the ground and ran over to help Tang Bandit up from the ground.
Tang Bandi used Vipassana to check the condition of his body and found that the yin and yang energy had almost adjusted and nourished him. The uncontrollable feeling of being upset, angry, and blood boiling had disappeared, and the burning pain had completely disappeared.
So Tang Bandit ran over and caressed the corpse of the fierce god...
The corpse-catcher from Hate Mountain is online again.
Tang bandits are experts at touching corpses.
He touched a roll of animal skin from the waist of the fierce god. It was neither sheepskin nor cowhide. It was an animal skin that had never been skinned by bandits in the Tang Dynasty. The texture was very tough and would last for thousands of years.
It was densely written with small characters. Tang Bandit debated it under the red light, but he didn't understand a single word.
Of course, this did not stop Tang Bandit from stuffing it into his pocket.
I found another white jade bottle filled with small red pills.
Tang Bandit poured it into the palm of his hand and smelled it. There was a medicinal smell, it must not have expired.
It's just that the color is horrifyingly red, and it looks like it's been dyed.
Tang Bandit thought that the old man might be able to use this thing, after all, he had many female friends.
Apart from that, there is nothing else.
The Tang bandit was not convinced, nothing could escape the hands and eyes of those who hated him.
So, he searched inside the cave for a while.
There was really nothing left.
"Is there a god as poor as you?" Tang Bandit said with a look of disdain: "Don't call me the fierce god from now on, call me the poor god."
"Eh..." The Tang bandits discovered the New World.
He discovered that the poor god...
The clothes on the fierce god were rotten, but the black cloak he wore was intact.
Tang Bandit reached out and touched it. The fabric was soft, neither silk nor silk. He didn't know what kind of fabric it was.
So the Tang bandit took off his cloak.
He wanted to tie the cloak around Little Fatty's neck, but Little Fatty refused. He was so frightened that Fatty's face turned pale and said: "Brother, these are the clothes of a dead man... I dare not wear them."
When he thought of the huge head he had just seen and the confused aura of death all over his body, he worried that he would have nightmares.
If you want this cloak, what if the evil god comes to you at night?
"You bastard." Tang Bandit said angrily: "Such a good thing... don't forget about it."
He put the cloak on himself. There was no mirror, but he had already imagined in his mind how cool and handsome he looked at this moment.
Well, this fierce god cloak is really good...
Tang Bandit said to Xiaopang: "Xiaopang, hit me with a hammer."
"Brother..." Xiaopang was shocked, looked at Tang Bandit with wide eyes, and said, "You...what's wrong with you?"
He found that his eldest brother became a little abnormal once he was exposed to something from the fierce god.
"Forget it, I'm just talking casually." Tang Bandit waved his hand and said: "I want to try if this cloak has any magical effects... I'd better take it off and try again. Just in case.
No, wasn’t I beaten to death by you?”
"Yes." Xiaopang nodded repeatedly and said, "You will be smashed to death by me."
Thinking that he might kill his eldest brother with his own hands, Xiaopang felt extremely uncomfortable.
The bandit of Tang Dynasty is beautiful, but his fierce spirit is completely gone.
A fierce god of a generation fell into such a state of decline that his precious weapons were taken away, and even the only piece of clothing on his body was stripped off...
Those who hear it feel sad, and those who see it cry.
Tang Bandit felt that there was really nothing to gain, so he said to Xiaopang, "Let's go back."
After thinking for a while, he turned around and bowed three times to the Fierce God, and said with a pious face: "Thank you, Lord Fierce God, for sending me clothes and medicines. I can't repay you for your kindness. I, Lu Yu, will work as a horse for you in the next life."
"Brother, why did you call your godfather's name?" Xiaopang asked in confusion.
"Snapped!"
Bandit Tang slapped the little fat man on the head and said angrily: "Keep your voice down, don't let the evil god hear you."
"..."
Bandit Tang and Xiaopang returned home with a full load, and they politely closed the door to the accomplice God.
The red light scattered inside the cave began to gather high in the sky, and then turned into a pair of blood-red eyes.
A huge head was looming, and the blood-like eyes were staring at the naked body on the stone platform of the cave...
"Roar......"
The voice was filled with grief and anger, and the earth trembled.
