"Mom is still hungry."

"I left one for her. Eat it quickly. It's already cold."

Early the next morning, Gao Shun got up and went out. He saw Zhao Yun sitting cross-legged in the yard, which was very similar to the rumored meditation. He did not disturb him. He turned around and saw a long gun leaning against the wall. He thought of what he saw in front of him yesterday.

This big brother looked so majestic when dancing with guns, so he walked over and wanted to try it out.

But what he didn't expect was that no matter how hard he tried, the gun would not move at all.

"Buzz!" The spear was suddenly lifted. Gao Shun raised his eyes and saw a boy who was a head taller than him grabbing the body of the gun and lifting it up very lightly.

"Do you know how heavy it is?" The spear spun around in Zhao Yun's hand and fell to the ground with a bang, creating a crack.

Gao Shun shook his head, his eyes full of admiration.

Zhao Yun was very satisfied with his gaze and said with arrogance: "Two thousand catties."

"How much is two thousand pounds?" Gao Shun asked in confusion.

"Ahem." Zhao Yun wiped his forehead, pretending for nothing, and said: "The knife Gao Jin used only weighed more than three hundred pounds. Do you understand now?"


Chapter completed!