Chapter 218 Can You Not Wear Pinru's Clothes (Repair)
An Internet cafe in Jiang Yuanguo.
Xue Pinghai was already playing in the blue moon, slashing from day to night, until his eyes were red, and 27 greasy senior sisters were off the line.
He gnawed on the bread, drank the Coca-Cola, and paired it with ham and spicy strips. He was so happy that he almost flew up.
After many years, at this moment, he seemed to have returned to his prosperous days.
The virtual world is simply another paradise.
"Old Xue, I'm tired of playing. Shenzhou still has some research to do. I'm going offline now, 886!"
This is information from Yan Dongyan.
"Go to sleep, trash."
Xue Pinghai licked his itchy toes.
"Don't die suddenly in an Internet cafe, otherwise you will drag down the owner of the Internet cafe. Go offline and go to bed early. If you have a chance, we can go chop Zha Zhahui together."
The news about Yan Dongyan is flashing again.
"I don't know how well Su Yue hedged. He should not be dead, otherwise he would really drag Jiang Yuanguo to death."
Xue Pinghai finally couldn't help but ask.
In fact, he has been worried about this matter, but he did not dare to go back to Jiangwu to watch.
He was afraid that Jiang Yuanguo officials would kill him.
"He is doing fine, not dead or seriously injured.
"Su Yue's hedging times are 1,500. He has given up now and is going back to the dormitory to sleep. You can rest assured.
"But it's a pity that the Master Tu Chain did not succeed."
The message from Yan Dongyan was sent.
"How do you know Su Yue hedged 1,500 times?"
In front of the screen, Xue Pinghai was stunned.
"intelligence!"
There are only two words in the news about Yan Dongyan.
It's short, but filled with a strong sense of confidence.
After seeing the news, Xue Pinghai threw the mouse.
Damn it.
China's intelligence system is still so terrible.
When he didn't know anything about it, Yan Dongyan actually knew it clearly.
The key is that I am only two kilometers away from Jiang Wu, but Yan Dongyan is thousands of miles away.
Xue Pinghai was a little depressed.
Should I directly express my shock, or should I go through the process first?
"knew."
After thinking for a few seconds, Xue Pinghai replied calmly and then logged off directly.
China Scientific Research Institute.
Yan Dongyan also went offline directly.
He was in a bad mood today, so he had half a day of free time. He would not have time to log in to the game for a long time.
In fact, the number of hedging 1,500 times was said casually by Yan Dongyan, purely to deceive Xue Pinghai.
There is no information at all. Su Yue himself didn't tell it, so how could others know about it.
But Yan Dongyan is not talking nonsense.
1500 times is the limit state analyzed based on Su Yue's physical condition.
But Su Yue did go back to sleep. This was intelligence.
It would be good if Su Yue gave up. Although the mid-pressure strategy failed, the experience of this training will benefit Su Yue immensely.
"Is Zhan Jia Ke going to have liver bleeding?"
It was already early in the morning, but the War Armor Department floor was still brightly lit, and all the scientific researchers were still shuttled back and forth one after another.
This state is even more terrifying than 996 in the weapons department.
Yan Dongyan sighed with emotion.
Although he was unhappy with the War Armor Division, the Frost Vine Armor was a transcendent invention that could improve warriors' chances of survival, which was a good thing.
Jiang Yuanguo Internet Cafe.
Gaba.
Standing up, Xue Pinghai twisted his neck. His bones were a little stiff from sitting still for a long time.
Su Yue can just go back to sleep.
If you fail, just fail. In ten years, Xue Pinghai has long lost confidence in the Master Tu Chain.
"Uncle, your membership hasn't gotten off the plane yet?"
When Xue Pinghai left the Internet cafe door, a young man with greasy hair reminded him.
This is a group of people who sleep in Internet cafes.
"Go and play. There is still 5,000 yuan in it. If you spend 5,000, you will get 5,000. There should be more than 9,000 left."
Shaking his head, Xue Pinghai left the Internet cafe leisurely.
If nothing unexpected happens, I will never come to a place like this again.
Remembering this kind of thing once is enough.
"Holy shit, my uncle is still my uncle after all. He is really hardcore."
The young man quickly sat down on Xue Pinghai's seat.
He rubbed his hands together sacredly, picked up the remaining half bottle of mineral water, and drank it until he was full.
Afterwards, the young man skillfully opened the video website and searched for the Jiangyuan News Channel.
Um.
Refreshing.
Lying on the chair in the Internet cafe and watching Jiangyuan News Broadcasting Network, this is enjoyment.
It was late at night, and the streets of Jiangwucheng were particularly deserted. Xue Pinghai was wearing a thin singlet, which felt a little chilly.
He left the Internet cafe and walked alone on the street, suddenly not knowing where to go!
His laboratory was expropriated, and his only home was gone.
Empty streets, no direction.
Unknowingly, Xue Pinghai walked to the Shigui Tower in Jiangwucheng.
It's a cold street, but the Shigui Tower is still quite popular.
The Protectorate Division is guarding the entrance. Not far away is the camp of the Shenzhou Weiyuan Army. Whenever there is a war, the Weiyuan Army will come to support, but they are not responsible for guarding on weekdays.
In Jiangwucheng, due to the incendiary radar guarding, there are very few people in the National Guard Division.
Although it was late at night, teams of warriors were still coming out of the Shigui Tower one after another. Some of them were covered in blood, some were dying, and there were even people lying on simple stretchers.
These warrior teams are composed of retired warriors, Jiangwu students, warriors hired by some consortiums, and even some desperate warriors who have been subjugated.
The five major alliance countries have strict control over refugees, and small countries like Jiang Yuan Kingdom have become a place for these people to live.
When they go to the wetland, they will complete some herb collection tasks and gain money.
The government of Jiang Yuan Kingdom was not very wealthy, so warriors who wanted a good life had no choice but to go to the wet realm to fight for their lives.
Although in this case, it is inevitable that people from the Yangxiang clan will sneak in, there is nothing we can do about it.
Jiang Yuanguo needs medicinal herbs, and cannot let the National Protector Corps collect them. Otherwise, the defense force will be in chaos.
These warrior teams have become indispensable candidates.
In fact, even with the huge size and strength of Shenzhou, social warriors will still be needed to occasionally collect medicines.
No matter how wealthy the government is, it is impossible to keep all warriors in the military.
After all, some warriors are naturally loose and have a low sense of human honor, so they are not suitable for fighting. However, in order to live a prosperous life, they always go to the wetland to take risks. This is also a reasonable distribution method.
If all the warriors are packed into the military headquarters, this will be counterproductive.
"Speaking of which, I haven't heard any news about the alien attack on Shigui Tower for a long time."
Xue Pinghai found a place to sit down and suddenly frowned.
Although he was in the laboratory before, he was always paying attention to the situation in the Shigui Tower.
But it has only been more than two months, and the Shigui Tower has been quiet. There has been no large-scale war or even friction.
This is not a good sign.
Aliens like to come to earth to eat the heart of warriors.
The reason why they haven't come to attack the Shigui Tower for so long must be because they are brewing some conspiracy.
Xue Pinghai's premonition was very accurate.
In the Jiangyuan Kingdom, due to the characteristics of the creeping grass, ordinary people are particularly able to have children, so that the population is extremely large. This is also a key factor why Jiangwucheng often attracts foreign races.
For the aliens in the wetland, Jiangwucheng is a hunting ground, and the prey is plentiful and weak. The only protective force is the burning radar.
But it is not a destructive war. The Shigui Tower will not be opened casually. It can be controlled with force. The aliens are very willing to come to Jiangwucheng.
It's not normal for him to not attack for so long.
"I hope there won't be another war. The people of Jiang Yuan Kingdom are living too hard.
"It's a pity that the burning radar can deter low-level warriors, but it can't do anything to the masters.
"Grandmaster Tu Chain, why is it so difficult."
Xue Pinghai looked up at the dark sky and smiled bitterly.
"Hell, hell, hell!"
Suddenly, Xue Pinghai heard a few low murmurs.
He turned around and looked.
It turned out that 20 meters away from me, there was a skinny old beggar writing on the ground with a stick.
Xue Pinghai became interested.
He frowned and walked over.
The words are written with water, just like those retired old men in China who do morning exercises and show off their calligraphy on the street.
The old beggar's calligraphy is surprisingly neat and even beautiful.
But while he was chanting, his pen only wrote two words.
hell!
Yes, two shocking words.
…
Hell! Hell!
Hell! Hell! Hell!
Hell! Hell! Hell! Hell!
…
Two words... The old beggar has written them hundreds of times. The strokes are consistent and the fonts are exactly the same. They are almost carved from the same mold.
At a glance, half of the sidewalk has the word hell written all over it.
Since it was late at night, the writing evaporated more slowly.
Under the dim yellow street lights, these neatly arranged words "Hell" are like an endless army of demons coming to devour the human world, which looks so shocking.
"Brother, why do you keep writing these two words?"
Xue Pinghai felt a twinge in his heart.
This old man was about the same age as himself, but he was skinny and bones, with sunken eye sockets. He only had one arm left to write, and the other was cut off at the root.
This old man used to be a warrior.
"Because Jiang Yuanguo is hell."
The old man didn't look at Xue Pinghai.
Like a madman, he continued to write the word "Hell" on the sidewalk without getting tired of it.
Sudden.
The old man seemed to be exhausted. He wrote the last two words and fell directly. The stick in his hand also fell far away.
Xue Pinghai quickly walked over and helped the old man up.
At the same time, he saw the last two words written by the old man... human world.
The two characters "龙飞峰五" are in sharp contrast with other fonts.
"Jiang Yuanguo is hell.
“Is there still a human world in this country?
"Hell! Earth!
"Hahaha, we should be in the human world, but we are living in hell. No one can get out. Hahaha, no one can get out!"
The old man was terribly frail.
Xue Pinghai quickly helped him and found a place where he could buy something. He must be hungry.
“What does it matter if you feed me enough?
"Our fields cannot grow food, our people have no way to survive, and we, Jiang Yuan Kingdom, are in hell, in hell."
The old man bit his food mechanically, still mumbling to himself.
Xue Pinghai left some food for him and then left directly. He saved a madman, but there were thousands of others in Jiangwucheng who couldn't be saved at all.
hell!
world!
Jiang Yuanguo was supposed to be in the human world, but was shrouded in hell.
When will this kind of suffering end?
…
The next morning, the sky was just getting dark.
Bow jade shakes the tomb.
Fang Liyan stayed at the door and stayed up all night.
Where else could he sleep?
Who would have thought that Gong Ling could really succeed.
right.
She actually succeeded in practicing the first arrow of the Nine Forms of Xuan Gong to Ding Tiangang.
Except for the day when Gong Yuzhen died, Fang Liyan's mood had not fluctuated so much for a long time.
He was so excited that he forgot about his injuries.
Not long ago, the flames on Gong Ling's body were so strong that her entire body seemed to have swelled three times. Even Fang Liyan could feel the terrifying oppression.
Fortunately, it was the flame transformed by Qi and blood, otherwise the tomb would have been set on fire.
As time passed, the monstrous flames gradually condensed.
In the end, all the flames gathered into the bowstring, and even the flaming arrows were condensed.
Gong Ling maintained the posture of bow and arrow for an hour.
Fang Liyan also stared at Gong Ling for an hour without moving his eyes.
As the flames gradually dissipated, Fang Liyan saw two blazing white flames in Gong Ling's pupils.
right.
That is the brand of warfare.
A peerless combat method, the Nine Styles of Xuan Gong's Ding Tiangang.
She...succeeded.
"Master bless, master bless."
Fang Liyan was so excited that he didn't know what to say.
Inside the tomb.
Gong Ling holds Xuan Gong in his hand and continues to comprehend.
The moment she successfully understood Ding Tiangang, the environment in front of Gong Ling immediately changed drastically.
In just a blink of an eye, Gong Ling arrived at another battlefield.
It’s also the memory of my great-great-grandfather’s lifetime.
This is a fortress built by the human race in the wetland. The dark and towering city wall is full of mottled cracks. Under the wall are corpses spread out like a carpet. This is clearly the scene of Shura Purgatory.
At this time, the human army was already defending within the city wall and was in danger.
The alien army began to charge again. It was like a locust disaster. The endless alien race could scare people to death.
The location of Gong Ling is in the center of the city wall.
This time, my great-grandfather was standing not far from me.
This time, Gong Ling also observed Grandpa Grandpa's appearance up close.
Very handsome.
His face is stern and angular, not inferior to popular stars at all.
Different from the short and flat hair of ordinary warriors, Grandpa's gray hair was tied into a long ponytail.
In the Gong family, both men and women must keep their hair long and tie it into a ponytail. This is the inheritance of their ancestors.
But now, my cousins find it weird and have short hair like ordinary boys, but my father and uncle still have ponytails, but they wear hats every day and look like artists.
As for Gong Ling, who is a girl, she doesn't care about her hairstyle, she always wears the ponytail prescribed by the Gong family.
In fact, after childhood, cousins also have to grow ponytails.
But grandpa may be frustrated and is too lazy to make any more regulations now.
Boom!
Boom!
The earth shook, and the alien army was approaching.
Although she knew that all this was just an illusion, and Gong Ling had even experienced it once, she was still so nervous that she was suffocating.
At the front of the alien army was an eighth-grade city lord from the Four-Armed Clan.
He held up a big tree with three arms, obviously intending to hit the human city wall directly.
Behind the city lord are countless ferocious aliens.
Buzz!
Buzz!
At this time, Chief Xuan Gong in Gong Ling's palm trembled again.
Exactly the same scene.
Grandpa continued to peel away the soul of Xuan Gong from his chief Xuan Gong.
The eighth-grade city lord was less than 1,000 meters away from the city wall, and the ground was shaking more and more violently.
Gong Ling glanced inside the city wall, and he could even see the fear and despair of the human warriors.
This time, they will be wiped out.
If the wet ghost tower behind him fails, the interior of the earth will be devastated again.
boom!
At this time, Gong Yuzhen stepped forward, his pupils flashing with a fearless cold light, then he raised the mysterious bow high and pulled the invisible bow string again.
There is still a blazing flame.
It's still like the god of fire descending.
Gong Ling held her breath and concentrated. She could feel that the flaming arrow transformed from her great-grandfather's palm had already locked onto the eighth-grade city lord.
Top archers have a certain arrow style.
As long as you are locked by the arrow, you will not have any qualifications to escape.
Because the arrow is not targeting you as a person, but the space near you.
Any direction in which you move has been firmly locked by the arrows, making it impossible to escape.
Facing such terrifying arrows, you can only use your defense to resist.
It was obvious that the eighth-grade city lord was a master, and he felt the power of Grandpa's arrow.
Gong Ling could clearly see that the city lord's face had changed from the previous ferocious and disdainful look to one of solemnity.
At this time, the flames on Great Grandpa's body became more and more intense, like a big fireball hanging in the air.
call out!
The flaming arrow pierced through the air, and even the void was penetrated with a terrifying ripple.
The eighth-grade city lord did not dodge, let alone run away in vain.
He waved his palms rapidly, and then a defensive shield of energy and blood appeared in front of his chest.
Boom!
Boom!
Boom!
Finally, the rocket arrow made contact with the defensive shield.
Immediately, the terrifying air waves spread, and the earth seemed to be swept by a hurricane. With the strong winds spreading in circles, the corpses on the ground were swept into the air and then torn apart.
Click, click, click!
The ground began to collapse, and cracks gradually spread in all directions.
A blazing pillar of light shot straight through the sky. Because its temperature was so high, the sky within a ten-mile radius began to distort. The dark clouds in the sky were directly evaporated, and the heavy rain stopped.
Gong Ling had already forgotten to breathe.
This is a head-on confrontation between the eighth-level experts.
This arrow, Starfall, is much stronger than the previous Dingtian Gang.
Although this was not the first time he saw such a scene, Gong Ling was still shocked and suffocated.
Boom!
Boom!
Boom!
The ground trembled for several minutes, and finally, Grandpa's star fell stronger.
The defensive shield of the eighth-grade alien race was finally penetrated and shattered into pieces.
Bo!
In the next breath, the flaming arrows were like the claws of a fire dragon, tearing through the eighth-level chest and directly piercing a large hole.
However, something even more surprising to Gong Ling had just happened.
In the previous Ding Tiangang, after one arrow was fired, a mountain range would be ignited, resulting in the Ding Tiangang falling from the sky to kill the enemy.
However, Xingchenluo's arrow did not sink into the mountains.
After penetrating the eighth level, the flaming arrows exploded like fireworks.
Then, the line of fire that exploded suddenly pierced towards the low-level warrior behind the Grandmaster...
Puff puff puff puff!
Puff puff puff!
Suddenly, the sound of flesh being penetrated exploded intensively, and clusters of tiny bloody flowers exploded crazily on the chests of every low-level warrior.
The eighth-grade grandmaster is not dead.
He took alien medicine and was recovering from his injuries.
But the eighth-grade master was furious.
Behind him, at least a thousand low-level warriors were pierced by the exploding arrows.
Gong Ling licked his cracked lips, his whole body trembling.
That's right.
After the arrow exploded, it penetrated at least 1,000 low-level warriors.
"What...this..."
However, Gong Ling's shock was not over yet.
At some point, those low-level warriors who were pierced by arrows actually floated one by one.
right.
It was as if their bodies were filled with hydrogen. Although they were not completely dead, they were still struggling, but to no avail.
More than 1,000 fourth-grade aliens were so densely packed, hanging in the sky like dark clouds.
It looks like countless fish suspended by fishing rods.
Among the foreign races on the ground, there are still six or seven-level grandmasters left, and there are also densely packed third- and second-level masters behind them.
The floating warriors are only of the fourth grade, all of them.
The eighth-grade city lord spurted blood from his mouth, his face was stiff, and he felt that things were not simple.
Gong Ling discovered that this eighth-grade city lord seemed to want to escape.
"The stars...fall!"
At this time, Gong Ling heard a few words whispered in his great grandfather's mouth.
Boom!
Boom!
Boom!
In the next blink of an eye, an extremely incredible scene was staged in the wet environment.
Those corpses floating in the sky directly exploded into clouds of blood mist, and then like blood-colored stars, they smashed straight at the eighth-grade grandmaster.
A barrage of cannonballs.
On the way down, the bloody stars pulled out scarlet bolts, and finally gathered into a ferocious and terrifying blood dragon, roaring at the world and destroying the heaven and earth.
Uh...ah...
The eighth-grade city lord wants to escape.
But there is no chance for him.
Facing this blood dragon that will die together, no master has a chance to survive.
He kept screaming miserably, but his flesh and blood were blown away, leaving only his white bones.
When more than 1,000 bloody stars were all blown up, the dignified eighth-grade city lord was already lying on the ground, leaving only some remaining bones.
The state of death is extremely miserable.
And the menacing alien army fled in panic.
They had been frightened out of their wits by Grandpa's Starfall.
Gong Ling turned around.
Grandpa held the mysterious bow and slowly returned to the city wall. Under the bloody setting sun, Grandpa's hair was flying wildly, and he was greeted by the cheers of the Chinese warriors.
Although Gong Ling was shocked, she did not dare to waste time and quickly jumped under the city wall to feel the arrow next to the skeleton.
"Grandpa, I will definitely break through to the Grandmaster level as soon as possible, and I will definitely shoot the stars... for sure!"
Gong Ling's pupils flashed with determination.
This is the mission of the Gong family.
This is the glory of the Chief Archer God.
…
at the same time.
Su Yue had already entered the Lingchi again early in the morning.
Today, he decided to thoroughly practice the branding of the mid-pressure position until he mastered it.
In the state of the Yangxiang clan, Su Yue believed that his speed would be very fast.
Before entering, Su Yue had warned everyone not to come in. He especially reminded others that he might go crazy and kill people.
Everyone said no one wanted to go in.
The administrator promised that no one would be allowed in to disturb Su Yue.
But Su Yue had to agree, not to take risks, let alone to die.
After all, this is not just a matter for the Soviet Union and Vietnam alone, it is related to the diplomatic relations between the two countries.
Bao Dachang even begged Su Yue not to seek death.
After Su Yue's assurance, he returned to the familiar Lingchi.
"Looks like I have to find a big business owner to get some elixirs on credit."
Before you know it, the hour is over.
Su Yue's hedging times exceeded 2,000.
Of course, the medicine he borrowed from Du Jingshu has been used up.
This time everyone came out of the spiritual pool feeling relieved.
It was obvious that Su Yue was in good condition and did not commit suicide to practice the Master Tu Chain.
Bao Dachang took a long breath.
This hour was a life-threatening ordeal.
Su Yue used the physical body of the Yangxiang clan to practice, and others couldn't see anything at all.
Before going to the Lingchi for the second time, Su Yue licked his face and went to Du Jingshu to borrow money again.
This time, he boasted in different ways and finally defeated this vain rich second generation.
Su Yue took the medicine and returned to the spiritual pool again.
In his beast selection package, there were also some tough kraft paper and pens made of pig iron.
In Lingchi, ordinary plastic pens are easily crushed.
Only thick and tough kraft paper and pens can remain intact.
The Yang Xiang Clan's state was hedging, which was as comfortable as a massage. Su Yue had nothing to do, and planned to combine Wang Lufeng's and others' situations to formulate a post-positioning strategy one-on-one.
Anyway, idle time is idle.
You have to save all your time and just leave the tactics for Wang Lufeng and the others to practice.
After all, I can only go out for a month, so I have to go to the wetland to do things quickly.
…
Outside the Lingchi.
There were obviously fewer people watching today than yesterday.
Liao Ping and Fang Jingmiao were chatting with each other in the distance.
"Liao Ping, this shameless thing, has already mastered it, and he is not afraid that Jiang Yuanguo's officials will avoid him."
Wang Lufeng and others observed from a distance.
"Liao Ping is a peerless master second only to Su Yue. He is an outstanding student of Beiwu. Jiang Yuanguo is eager to have more powerful consorts."
Du Jingshu had just been deceived by Su Yue into buying a pill, and now he was feeling distressed.
"Brother Du, I would like to take the liberty of asking you something!"
Suddenly, Tian Hongwei said with some embarrassment.
"Ah...what's the matter?"
Du Jingshu was stunned.
"What kind of business does your family do?"
Tian Hongwei asked cautiously.
This is too generous.
In just a moment, Su Yue borrowed 50,000 to 60,000 credits of elixirs from Du Jingshu.
This is simply a walking pill storehouse.
Wang Lufeng also twitched his ears and stared at Du Jingshu.
This is a big dog owner.
"Well, it's actually nothing. I'm just lucky for my ancestors. My family has three mines, which seem to be able to produce some additives for elixirs, so the Du family can get a little discount on the elixirs.
"I am also very poor, but Su Yue is cruel and ruthless."
Du Jingshu explained modestly.
well!
To outsiders, I look like a rich second generation with no worries, but in reality?
I am indeed a rich second generation, living a carefree life, even Su Yue's grandson has to come and beg me.
"Damn, it turns out my family owns a mine, no wonder."
Wang Lufeng sighed secretly.
There is also a master in my family, but compared to Du Jingshu, he is pitifully shabby.
"Brother Du, can you lend me some credits?
“I can’t pay back my loan from Martial Arts Network, and the late fees and interest are so heavy that I can’t breathe.”
Tian Hongwei wanted to cry but had no tears.
In order to defeat Wang Lufeng, he took out unbridled loans to buy medicine, which led to him being heavily in debt.
The original plan was to wait until the foreign mission was over and repay part of the money first.
It's hateful, the interest rate is as fierce as a tiger.
If you finally catch a wealthy man, you must ask for help.
After all, a talented martial artist like myself is not as happy as a rich man.
Behind the scenery of the arena are the vicissitudes of life in Daibei.
"Borrow money?
"sure."
Du Jingshu nodded happily.
"Thank you, thank you Brother Du, I'll give you 100,000 credits first to deal with the emergency."
Tian Hongwei grasped at straws.
"I also want to borrow money."
Wang Lufeng also stepped forward to join in the fun.
Although my father is a master, he is just a beggar compared to the wealthy man whose family owns a mine.
These days, which warrior doesn't owe some interest on a loan in his account?
It brings tears to my eyes when I say it.
"Wear women's clothes.
"If you want to borrow money from me, you have to pretend to be a fake girl, and you have to be very soft.
"By the way, I suggest you wear Pinru clothes."
Du Jingshu had his hands on his waist.
Have you ever been poor?
The bull broke me.
"Du Jingshu, you are going too far."
Wang Lufeng was angry.
He is not at the end of his rope yet, so he still has some dignity.
"Wang Lufeng, I'm a little thirsty. Go buy a Coke."
Du Jingshu said calmly.
"How dare you ask labor and management to run errands? Do you want to add ice?"
Wang Lufeng stood up.
"Normal temperature."
Hearing this, Wang Lufeng ran away.
"Can you please stop wearing Pinru's clothes? I think they are too sexy and I can't control them."
Tian Hongwei thought about the interest on the loan and swallowed tears of humiliation.
Whoosh!
In the blink of an eye, Wang Lufeng ran back with a Coke, just like flying.
"Dalang, come and drink medicine!"
Wang Lufeng cursed in his heart and thoughtfully opened the can.