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Chapter 370 Gao Erzhuang: Sister Dali is so lucky!

Five minutes later, the head of Biyou Village lived next to the ruins.

The members of the health brigade who came after hearing the sound confronted the villagers of Biyou Village far away, and an interesting scene happened between the two groups of people.

Wearing a decent suit, Meng Lang sat cross-legged in mid-air with a smile on his face, his expression calm and calm, even though Newton's spirit in heaven was incompetent and furious, he remained indifferent.

On his knees was a crystal-clear white nine-stringed Yaoqin, and when he played it lightly, the elegant and harmonious sound of the piano seemed to come from the nine heavens, which made people stop.

The senses that this piano sound brings to everyone are very wonderful, it comes suddenly and inexplicably, it is carefree but not like the taste of the world.

Under the man who looked like a banished fairy in troubled times, Ma Xianhong, with red eyes and furious anger, was waving all his belongings and chasing a petite and lovely girl with short hair.

At this time, Zhuge Dali, who was being chased and attacked by him, had also brought into full play the characteristics of "Meng's footwork" to the extreme. Like her boyfriend, he was working tirelessly to slap Newton in the face.

I saw that the little girl's body fluctuated like a faint light and shadow, and she was always able to escape unscathed in the cracks of the opponent's attack, retreating like a god, and the powerful magic weapons in Ma Xianhong's hands were also dealt with through her careful analysis. Lost its original function——

The Wudou armor worn on the hands and feet can break mountains and break rocks, but it can't touch people.

Shaking the divine bell with the magic weapon in his hand could have shaken the soul, but at this time it was entangled by a strand of wind rope, making it difficult to make a sound.

As for the magical weapons such as Kukonghou and Liuhezhu, which have appeared in Zhao Haitang's hands before, they are not worth mentioning. Ma Xianhong, who has lost his mind, even performed worse than Zhao Haitang at the Songshan Conference.

The only thing that gave Zhuge Dali a headache was another flying magic weapon that looked like an iron ball with strange black and red patterns on it - the stealing beast.

During the time just now, the little girl was dodging while feinting and probing, and finally roughly analyzed the function of stealing and devouring the beast.

'Troublesome, this thing can absorb the qi in the opponent's body or the moves released during the battle, and the closer the distance seems to be, the greater the suction power will be. ' Zhuge Dali thought secretly in his heart, and a drop of cold sweat couldn't help sliding down his forehead.

Originally, the biggest shortcoming of the little girl was that her practice days were short and she didn’t have enough energy. Even eating half a flat peach before just changed her skill from “extremely poor” to “very poor”, and did not solve her lack of battery life. The problem.

But in this kind of battle where procrastination is the top priority, Ma Xianhong, who needs to dodge and guide Ma Xianhong from running out of the range of the piano sound, has gradually felt a little exhausted under the interference of the stealing beast.

Feng Baobao stared at his big black and round eyes, holding up the sugarcane and chewing sweetly: "Guameier, why don't I help you?"

Zhuge Dali heard the words, while calmly dodging Ma Xianhong's threatening offensive, he said quickly:
"Sister Bao'er, I took the initiative to take over the work today, so I won't bother you. Can I trouble you to bring me the tool bag I put in the RV?"

"Oh! Kuo Yi!" Gua Po Niang nodded naively, "Doesn't it look like a bag embroidered with a Q version of Meng Lang?"

Zhuge Dali blushed slightly, nodded lightly and said, "Yes, that's the one! Sorry to trouble you~"

"Get it!"

Seeing Baobao Feng turn around and run back to the RV to pick up his things, Zhuge vigorously raised his head to look in Meng's direction, and asked loudly, "Meng Lang, how long will it take you to heal Village Chief Ma's injury?"

The purpose of the little girl's asking this sentence was not only to ask Meng Lang the specific time for the delay, but also to explain to the Biyou villagers the reason why Ma Xianhong suddenly went crazy.

Meng Lang who was in the air smiled helplessly when he heard the words.

"Dali, I have some bad news to tell you... Mr. Ma's soul has obviously been tampered with more than once, and it is very difficult to repair."

"How long is it big?"

"At most 30 minutes."

After hearing Meng Lang's estimate, the little girl did a quick silent calculation and found that even based on the most optimistic estimate, she could only last for less than 28 minutes.

Gritting his teeth, Zhuge Dali showed a look of unwillingness on his face, and looked up at Meng again: "Can you think of a way to be faster?"

Meng Lang: (ノへ￣,)
How are you talking, girl?
Can a man's mouth say no?
Can you call it fast when it comes to men?
"Of course! Can it be done in 15 minutes?"

With that said, Meng Lang silently mobilized the golden liquid immortal qi in the Niwan Palace.

In the next second, after a sudden shift in the tone of the piano, Meng's body suddenly emitted a multicolored glow that was more dazzling than the sun, and the speed at which his fingers plucked the strings suddenly accelerated.

The melon-eating crowd below were fascinated by it, but the well-informed little dirty woman Gao Erzhuang was staring straight at Meng's hands that could play the piano, and gradually the rosy Flying both cheeks, I couldn't help but my heart beat faster.

'My God!These slender, flexible and strong fingers... the little sister of the Zhuge family is so lucky! '

It's a pity that Hu Meizi thought to herself, if she didn't like men, playing with her hands for ten or eight years would not be a problem.

Just when Er Zhuang was fantasizing and gradually sketching most of the wonderful cohabitation life between Meng and the little girl in his mind, Feng Baobao, who was going back to pick up the goods, also ran back in a hurry.

"Guameier, I'll bring the bag here, do you want claws?"

Zhuge vigorously turned his head and blinked lightly.

"Sister Bao'er, help me take out the God Arm Crossbow and No. [-] Arrow from the bag, and string the bow for me."

"I need to wait a moment~"

One minute later, Feng Baobao tossed lightly, and accurately threw the wound crossbow into Zhuge Dali's hands.

"Guameier, do you want someone else?"

"No need, just watch my performance." The little girl smiled confidently, spun lightly to avoid Ma Xianhong's bastard punch, raised her hand crossbow to aim slightly, and then slammed the trigger on "Stealing Beast".

Immediately, with a "whoosh", the specially made thickened alloy arrow broke through the outer shell of the Daotun Beast with huge kinetic energy and penetrated in.

And at the next moment when the arrow broke through the shell, the arrow that shot into the Daotun beast suddenly made a loud noise, and then a burst of high-temperature yellow and white flames rose up.

In less than a second just now, the high temperature generated by the friction between the arrow and the air ignited the phosphorus powder carried on it, and the phosphorus powder burned and ignited the magnesium strips in the rear section, and the magnesium strips burned and ignited the later section with the highest dosage. of thermite.

The high-temperature flame of nearly 3000 degrees directly melted half of the Daotun Beast, causing it to lose its complete structure and become a pile of scrap iron.

After finishing all this, Zhuge Dali shrugged his shoulders in the direction of the stunned crowd with a relaxed expression:

"Look~ magical artifacts are so fragile sometimes, junior high school knowledge plus 800 yuan of materials is enough to defeat it~"

PS: The first update

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