October 19th, it is night.
Muteste's round face had just risen from the east, and the old lady selling bread said goodbye to Qiao calmly.
In order to say goodbye to Qiao, the old lady had been instilled in the living room outside by Billy's constant flattery for two or three hours. The appearance she showed was extremely tired and haggard.
Joe enthusiastically held the old lady's hand and told her not to go to the street to sell bread in person in the future. He told her that the owner of Tomahawk Restaurant, Mr. Syl, would personally send someone to her house to purchase the bread she baked in the future.
Then, Qiao was even more enthusiastic and sent two family guards to escort the old lady home.
The old lady trembled and rejected Qiao's enthusiasm. She said that she had already troubled Qiao too much, and she was really embarrassed to bother Qiao again.
With the old lady's reserved but firm refusal, Qiao could only send the old lady to the hotel gate, and then watched the old lady pushing her four-wheeled cart and sank into the night step by step.
With a gentle sigh, Qiao shook her head and said, "This is life... I can help her have a carefree old age, but... the grimace shopkeeper is right, helping others but not the poor... Just help people in moderation."
Shrugging his shoulders, Qiao shook his head happily: "The words of the grimace shopkeeper sometimes make sense than his mother's words."
Qiao handed a small card to Mr. Sigens: "Take it to Old Sier, and ask him to send someone to pick up the goods on time every day... Tell him that the old lady's black bread is one of the prerequisites for our contract with him for wine supply. He is a smart man and knows what to do."
In the night, the old lady pushed the four-wheeled cart and slowly turned across the street corner.
She stopped, looked back at the brightly lit main building of Daisy Hotel, then shook her head gently, and muttered a few words in a low voice: "It's a... a messy little guy... what's going on in his mind?"
"The scoundrel deserves to die... The little thief who steals his wallet is the embodiment of justice... What kind of messy thoughts are they?"
"And, this Billy, and his colleagues...the kind Muteste, this is simply a shame for the Imperial Police..."
The old lady smiled and shook her head: "However, it is reasonable to cultivate such an 'excellent' and 'excellent' policeman in the area of ​​Tulun Port... and this little fat man, although dereliction of duty, incompetence, incompetence, and flattery... it is not annoying."
The old lady's face suddenly froze. She pouted, gritted her teeth, and made a face.
"It's over. I'm starting to appreciate such malfeasance, incompetence, incompetence, and flattering little bastards? No, no, this momentum is very bad, very bad... a group of messy little bastards, but they are not bad by nature."
After curling his lips, the old lady whispered: "However, how could I hear the fat man say? In short, that Riya is a foolish and bad guy, and that Tifa is a cold and violent stubborn person? Their ideas are very different from normal people... This family is messy!"
Step by step, the old lady pushed the four-wheeled cart and slowly walked along the street. As she walked, she suddenly sighed heavily: "Don't talk about other people's homes, don't talk about other people's homes... How did Donglu say that? Every family has a difficult sutra... Who is better than anyone else?"
In the Daisy Hotel, next to Qiao's suite, Mr. Si Gengsi, who was silently reciting a booklet with a black leather cover in the same luxurious suite, suddenly raised his head.
He jumped up from the sofa, walked into his bedroom, and took out a huge black silk scarf from a leather bag.
Spread the black scarf, and draw a complex nine-point magic array with purple fuel on the scarf, and in the middle of the magic array, the real name of an indescribable existence was written in blood.
This indescribable real name uses an extremely ancient and weird text, which looks like a line of small insects squirming rapidly, making people feel insane and constantly emitting vague waves of evil power around.
Mr. Si Gengsi took out nine crystals as big as a thumb, which was pitch black all over, and contained huge power. He carefully placed them on the top of the Nine-Ray Star Magic Formation. Then he cut his fingers, dripped a little blood on the real name in the middle, and recited a few secret spells in a low voice.
‘Click’!
The void where the entire bedroom is located begins to twist and shatter.
The void was spinning, and fragments of space visible to the naked eye continued to emerge. Mr. Si Gengsi continued to recite secret words. He held his cane tightly with both hands, and waves of huge evil power surged out of his hands, echoing the magic circle on the scarf.
After a breathing period, a trace of blood flowed down from the corner of Mr. Si Gengsi's mouth.
The black silk scarf spontaneously ignited without fire, quickly turning into a wisp of blue smoke and dissipated. Together with the dissipation, there were nine black crystals containing huge power. A metal ball the size of a human head and all over the body appeared at the location of the scarf.
The metal ball was suspended quietly there, about three inches above the ground.
Hessen's voice came faintly from the air near the metal ball: "S Gengs, let Qiao drop blood on it... Let Qiao be careful not to cause too much noise... and, destruction!"
Mr. Si Gengsi was stunned. He stretched out his hand and gently moved the metal ball with both hands.
The metal ball did not move at all. It was obvious that its weight exceeded the limit of Mr. Si Gengsi's physical strength... Mr. Si Gengsi's face suddenly changed. Their suite was on the top floor of the Daisy Hotel... Now it was entirely relied on the power of the Nine-Ray Star Magic Form just now, and the metal ball was suspended in the air. After the power of the magic Form disappeared...
Mr. Si Gengsi slapped himself gently, then strode out of the bedroom, screaming: "Ya, Ya... Where is the young master? Let him come to my room quickly, hurry up, hurry... Otherwise, I'll be ready to buy this hotel!"
Half a quarter of an hour later, Qiao, who was confused, was forced to pull him by Ya, and ran to Si Gengsi's room.
He stared at the metal ball that was suspended there but was less than an inch from the floor, and said in surprise: "What are you talking about? This is a special weapon that my father created for me?"
Qiao looked at Mr. Si Gengsi in shock: "But Hessen is in Tulun Port, and we have been on a special train for more than half a month... How did Hessen deliver things?"
Shaking his head, Qiao waved his hand: "Okay, how did you do it? I don't care... This metal lump is a weapon? Did I use it as a floor tiles on the street and slap people in the back of the head?"
Mr. Si Gengsi spread his hands and looked at Qiao with encouragement: "Young Master, try it, and let it drip a little blood."
Mr. Sigens said in a deep voice: "Your weapon will be forged after your coming-of-age ceremony... The forging force that forged it is likely to rank first in the Medlands continent!"
"You have seen its extraordinaryness in Miss Tifa's gavel... Your weapon may be much more powerful than Miss Tifa's gavel... Because that lord, his charge this time is ten times more expensive!"
"Ten times more expensive?" Qiao stared at Mr. Si Gengs: "Oh, oh, you can't tell Tifa, otherwise she will get angry... She will definitely say that her father is too partial, and she will definitely use this excuse to blackmail more pocket money from me."
Looking at the metal ball in front of him that was vaguely emitting a faint heat, Qiao stretched out his hand to the teeth.
The teeth pulled out the sword from his waist, shook his right hand, and a sneering sound, and the tip of the sword swept across Qiao's palm.
An embarrassing thing happened. When Ya was swinging his sword, he only used a little strength... He was afraid that he would use too much force and accidentally cut off Qiao's palm.
As a result, this sword that he only used a little bit of strength failed to leave even a white mark on Qiao's palm.
The teeth turned red, he gritted his teeth and used a certain amount of strength to swing the sword again.
'laugh'!
A clear white mark appeared on Qiao's palm that gave him face!
Ya and Mr. Si Gengsi looked at each other in horror. Ya held the sword tightly without saying a word. A faint silver cold light began to ripple on the long sword, and a sharp breath that made people stuttered faintly emanated from the sword's edge.
On the tip of the sword, the three-inch long sword light was sucking and spitting, and the teeth swung out again.
Qiao's palm hurt, and a wisp of blood spurted out with the cold light. Under the guidance of the sword light of his teeth, the blood fell accurately on the metal ball.
‘Swish~son~choke~collapse~’!
The sound of a low metal impact sounded, and countless ancient and mysterious words and runes on the surface of the black metal ball flickered rapidly. The blood sprayed from Qiao's palm was sucked clean by the metal ball, and then a ball of red light was sprayed out of the metal ball.
"Cholanglang" a crisp and pleasant metal impact sound came, and the metal ball suddenly decomposed and turned into delicate armor pieces and sprayed out, quickly covering Qiao's upper body.
The large and small pieces of armor are pieced together and connected to each other. Countless fine and so detailed that words cannot be described in words swing rapidly in the rune light, perfectly integrating each other into one.
Qiao's body sank slightly, and the entire Daisy Hotel's main building shook slightly.
Qiao subconsciously screamed strangely, and the pressure he was under suddenly lightened, becoming as light as a feather, and could not be noticed at all.
A strange stream of light surrounded his body, and Joe's arms, from his fingertips to his shoulders, were completely wrapped by a pair of fully enclosed arm guards. The dark-colored arm guards were integrated, as if they were forged as a perfect whole. There was no sign that these arm guards were composed of countless precision armor pieces.
Qiao raised his hands blankly, then moved his ten fingers.
The fingers are clever and free, and I can't feel that there is a layer of metal fists covered on my fingers.
He moved his wrists, elbows and shoulders again, which were light and flexible, and he could not feel any foreign objects on his arms.
Inexplicably, there was a slight connection between Qiao and these pair of arm guards.
A secret spell flooded into my mind, and Qiao understood the mystery of this set of "Titan Fist": the real weight is 10 million pounds, and can be unbuttoned or blessed with secret words, so that the weight of the "sensory" can be adjusted at will between 100 and 10 million pounds.
The best part is that it is forged with extremely precious alien metals, which is extremely hard and indestructible!
Chapter completed!