"No, what you said, why do you say it so strangely?"
Wang Xiaoliuer squinted at Miss Mi with disgust, "Why, what do you mean by what you said, where did all my energy go?"
"Then where did you go? You don't know what to do?"
Miss Mi pouted her little mouth, then took out a can of Red Bull from her pocket, opened it, inserted a straw, sat down and drank by herself, "Don't look at me like that, it's useless to look at me! Actually,
Well, I don’t know what I’m doing!”
"No, you just drink it yourself? You can't give me a can!"
"I don't have one, so I just bought a can. How about you take a sip?"
Miss Mi handed it to Wang Xiaoliu'er with a smile. Wang Xiaoliu'er opened his mouth, which scared Miss Mi and quickly shrank her hands, "Hey, you really want to drink it!"
"Look at how stingy you are!"
Wang Xiaoliu'er was extremely disgusted. It couldn't be said that he was disgusted, it was just a bit contemptuous.
Miss Mi couldn't help but curl her lips when she saw it, "I didn't know you were coming! If I knew, I would buy you a can too!"
"You, come on, you are good at talking."
Wang Xiaoliuer took a deep breath, walked up to her, put his hands in his pockets, "Hey, let me ask you, are we buddies?"
"That's right, what's wrong?"
Miss Mi looked up and down, "Are you causing trouble outside again? Are you asking your sister to help you out again?"
"It's similar to what you said, but in fact, it wasn't me who caused the trouble, it was me who saw the injustice and wanted to meddle in other people's business."
Wang Xiaoliuer moved a small bench and sat under the steps, pulled out a piece of grass from the ground, and fiddled with it in his hand, "There is a temple not far from the city, probably in that direction.
, it’s called Crock Temple, and it’s quite famous in the local area. Do you know?”
"I know, what's wrong?"
Miss Mi raised an eyebrow, looking curious.
"In the temple over there, there is a monk named Yankong. This monk is a flower monk, not a serious person. Last time, I was chased by a group of dead ghosts because of this monk Yankong."
"The last time I took action, the ones who were chasing you?"
"right."
Wang Xiaoliu'er nodded, "He was hired by someone at the time. Later, the matter was settled. I thought that if I went to seek revenge from him, I would have no chance of winning, so I kept enduring it.
Go find trouble with him."
"Then he came to see you?"
"No."
Wang Xiaoliuer pursed his lips, "I asked around, he went out for a while and never came back. I heard he was injured, but he came back recently."
"Are you going to settle the score with him?"
"That's not entirely true. There is a person who was tricked. Looking at the technique, I highly doubt that it was Yankong who did it."
"How sure are you?"
"Seven or eight points."
Wang Xiaoliuer thought for a while, then looked at Miss Mi, "If this matter is really confirmed, it means that this monk is really not a good person. I am ready to settle the old and new debts with him."
"Then what?"
Miss Mi looked like she was eating melon, "Then, why are you telling me this?"
"You are so smart, how could you not have imagined it? Let me tell you this, let me fight that monk to death. I am not sure that I will win. That's what I think. I want to drag you with me!"
"What's your name, monk?"
"Yan Kong."
"Yan Kong."
Miss Mi thought for a while and said, "This monk doesn't have a very good reputation."
"Do you still know him?"
"Know."
"Then, can you beat her?"
"Huh, I'm going to deal with him just like he's playing. He's no match for me."
"Really or not?"
"Really, when did I brag? Didn't sister tell you that I am also a genius after all?"
"How can I always say that I am a genius?"
"I didn't say this myself. If I wasn't a genius, the teacher wouldn't be able to pass the sword box to me!"
"Then, please help me, let's beat that monk together!"
Wang Xiaoliuer's eyebrows were beaming with joy.
"I'm not going."
Miss Mi curled her lips and said, "I have no enmity with that monk, so why should I go?"
"Aren't we buddies? Good brothers. I'm being bullied. Why don't you do it?"
"No."
Miss Mi rolled her eyes at Wang Xiaoliuer and said, "Actually, you and I are not very familiar with each other."
"Hey! Don't say such heartless words! At least I saved your life!"
"I saved you too!"
"That's true."
Wang Xiaoliuer thought for a while and sighed, "I kind of regret it now."
"What do you regret?"
"I regret that I didn't take advantage of the heat to keep you busy. Tell me, if I had kept you busy at that time and accidentally became a father or something, wouldn't you be reluctant to let me go alone now?"
"Get out of here."
Miss Mi patted Wang Xiaoliu'er and said, "What are you thinking? If you dared to touch me, you would have died a long time ago. How can you survive until now?"
"That's not necessarily true. Maybe you'll fall in love with me. After all, this pretty boy is showing off here."
"screw you!"
Seeing Wang Xiaoliu'er grinning with white teeth on the side, Miss Mi was also amused. She turned to look at Wang Xiaoliu'er, then kicked Wang Xiaoliu'er with her white shoe, "Hey, I'm telling you seriously.
Yes, do you really want to cause trouble for Yankong?"
"I'm ready to fight to the death with that bastard."
Wang Xiaoliuer turned to look at her, "Seriously, are you going?"
"I definitely won't go. If I go, it will be a big deal. First, I came to Jiangcheng secretly. If I take action, my identity will be exposed. If my family comes to find me, I will be in trouble. Second
Come on, I am from the Yujian Sect, and Yankong is from the Vajra Sect. If we fight against each other, it will turn into a grudge between the two sects. Isn't this just looking for trouble?"
"Then I'll go by myself."
"I advise you, don't go either."
Miss Mi said earnestly, "That Yankong is not a top expert, but he is definitely not a fuel-efficient lamp. Although I have never fought against him, I know that the Vajra Sect is not that easy to mess with. In this world,
, know magic
There are many people with magical powers, but very few can be considered masters. Judging from Yankong's reputation, his methods are at least level three or above. When he meets a serious expert, he can escape unscathed. You
It’s not feasible to fight with him now.”
Wang Xiaoliu'er was slightly startled, then turned to look at Miss Mi, "Third-grade master? What third-grade master?"
"How to put it, there is no specific explanation for this, it is just a reference. In the ghost sect, there are actually ranks. There are also other sects, but each has its own name and explanation. Later, various powerful people
They gathered together to hold an unobstructed conference. At that time, experts gathered and many famous and decent people participated. Everyone came together to formulate a rule for the circle at that time. According to the order from strong to weak, a total of
There are nine ranks, the lowest is ninth rank, and the highest is first rank, which is similar to officials in ancient times. According to the saying at that time, a person who can fight fierce ghosts and evil spirits head-on with the power of one person is ninth rank. He can fight to the death with one person.
Two are the eighth level. And so on. In other words, if there are about three level warlocks, one person can fight nine evil spirits to an inextricable extent. Do you think you can match such a skill?"
Wang Xiaoliuer blinked his eyes, "What is the approximate level of the fierce ghost and evil spirit you are talking about?"
"Approximately, it's the level of a fierce ghost."
"There turns out to be a female ghost in red in this villa. She is very fierce."
"Yes, it's similar to that."
Miss Mi raised her eyelids and said, "How many times have you beaten at that time?"
When Wang Xiaoliuer heard this, he was extremely embarrassed. He said to himself that at that time, he and Qian Zhenren were two against two. The two old men were fighting one big and one small. Qian Zhenren even had his hair cut out. To put it this way, at most
That is the first-grade level.
Seeing that he remained silent, Miss Mi glanced at her little mouth and said, "If you have never fought against evil spirits, fighting against zombies is the same. The strength of a zombie is roughly on the same level as that of an evil spirit. What do you think?
How many fights can you fight now?"
Wang Xiaoliuer was even more embarrassed and was too embarrassed to say anything.
"Why don't you speak?"
"No, it's nothing."
Wang Xiaoliuer touched his nose, "I don't believe that monk can fight seven evil ghosts! Really!"
"I also made an estimate. It may not be accurate, but no matter how bad he is, he is still between the fifth and third grades. He has been famous for many years and is not a small role."
"So, what level are you at now?"
"First grade."
Miss Mi said lightly.
Wang Xiaoliuer was shocked at once, "Really or not? Are you that powerful?"
"It's okay."
Miss Mi curled her lips and said, "Sister, I entered the first rank at the age of seventeen. I was the youngest first rank master in the world at that time."
"Then what level do you think I am?"
Wang Xiaoliuer pointed to his nose, "Look, what level am I at?"
"At most, it's eighth grade, maybe even ninth grade. If it's even worse, it might be barely even ninth grade."
"Don't look down on people so much. I'm telling you, I'm not in a hurry, but when I'm in a hurry, I'm really powerful!"
Wang Xiaoliuer always felt that there was a big gap between him and others, and he was very embarrassed. He immediately rolled up his sleeves and said, "As for me, the more serious the injury, the more severe it becomes. I am different from others!"
"Are you a fool?"
Miss Mi was immediately amused, "When a person is injured, his body functions and reaction speed will be greatly reduced. Not even one out of ten will save one, but it's about the same. How can it be possible that the injury is more serious and severe?"
"I don't know, but it's true. I always feel that when I'm injured, it's like I'm a different person. I'm a little bit indifferent, but maybe I'm just willing to risk myself. That's why I'm so powerful."
"Really?"
Miss Mi continued to look at the fool.
"I'm serious!"
Wang Xiaoliu'er said seriously, "I always feel that sometimes, I feel a little bit like I don't know myself. It's weird, like I'm possessed by a ghost."
Wang Xiaoliuer also smiled innocently, "But even now, I feel that I have abilities above the ninth level!"
"With your skills, if you can defeat the third-level warrior without using magic, and both sides do not use magic, but just compete with fists and kicks, you can be considered a master. However, the magic you have mastered is too simple. Due to the lack of
A powerful enough means, let me tell you this, just rely on fists to deal with those
People who really have magical powers don't use them. The strength of a cow is not much less than that of a tiger, and it is covered in tendon meat, but in the eyes of a tiger, it is just a piece of meat. In the eyes of a real master, you are the same now, without claws.
Without teeth, even with all your strength, you are not a deterrent to others."
"I think so! Hey, what you said makes so much sense!"
Wang Xiaoliu'er turned around and looked at Miss Mi eagerly, "Actually, I think so too! But there's no way, what I lack is the guidance of a famous teacher! You see, I'm going to find someone to work hard for.
No, can you teach me a few tricks? No matter what they are, a little bit is a little bit!"
"Co-author, you just came to me to ask me to give you some advice?"
Miss Mi curled her lips and said, "You have a beautiful idea! I won't teach you!"
"mean!"
Wang Xiaoliu'er snorted coldly and stood up, "We've broken all ties! Don't look for me in the future! We don't know each other!"
"Oh, this is awesome!"
Miss Mi smiled and said, "Come back and I'll talk to you!"
Wang Xiaoliuer walked back and came back, with his hands in his pockets and his face full of laughter, "What are you talking about?"
"You have no chance of winning if you fight that monk. Do you know that?"
"Why do you say that?"
"That monk is a master of the Vajra Sect. He has copper skin and iron bones, and is invulnerable. You can't even break through his defenses. Do you think you have a chance to win?"
"Then how can we break his defense?"
"Don't ask me first, let me ask you, what did you do when you encountered those invulnerable zombies?"
"I use my blood to sharpen the weapons."
"Um?"
At this time, Miss Mi was stunned, "Your blood? You are not a Taoist priest. Why can your blood unseal weapons?"
"I don't know, maybe it has something to do with blood type or something."
Wang Xiaoliu'er hesitated for a moment, "My blood is effective against many monsters and monsters. In fact, it's not just my blood, it's also useful for others."
"What about?"
"For example, saliva."
Wang Xiaoliu'er hesitated for a moment, then laughed innocently, "My saliva can detoxify. After being bitten by a snake, bite the pig with your mouth and suck it twice, and it will detoxify."
Miss Mi looked like she had seen a ghost, "What nonsense!"
"You still don't believe it. How do you think you survived that day when you were poisoned?"
Wang Xiaoliuer swung his arms leisurely with an honest expression. When Miss Mi heard this, she jumped up and blushed. She stood up and said, "You! You! What did you do to me?"
"I didn't do anything. I made a small opening in your back and sucked it out with your mouth."
"Just suck on the back and no other places?"
"nonsense!"
Wang Xiaoliuer's eyes widened, "Who do you think I am!"
"Are you sure you didn't suck somewhere else?"
"Definitely not!"
Wang Xiaoliu'er rolled her eyes and said, "I'm not the kind of person who takes advantage of others' danger! Besides, I'm unconscious, like a dead person, what's the point! I've never seen a woman before!"
Wang Xiaoliuer was quite confident, but Miss Mi thought for a while, then went over and kicked him, "You're just talking nonsense!"
"real!"
"I don't listen, and when I hear it, I'm talking nonsense!"
Miss Mi didn't believe Wang Xiaoliu'er's nonsense, and then sat down again, "I won't talk to you about these useless things. I'll tell you, if it were me, how would I break his rules."
Miss Mi picked up a small branch from the ground and picked the place where it was missing. The small branch took on a shape similar to a small wooden sword. Miss Mi shook the small branch in her hand and then poked Wang Xiaoliuer twice.
, "Does it hurt when this little wooden stick pokes you like this?"
"It doesn't hurt."
Wang Xiaoliuer looked at the fool's expression.
Miss Mi curled her lips, then rubbed the tip of the small wooden stick with two sword fingers, then held the small wooden stick with one hand, and moved her fingertips along the direction of the small wooden stick with the other hand.
Slip and swish, the little wooden stick flew out and dived directly into the nearby courtyard wall with a bang.
Wang Xiaoliu'er was so frightened that he jumped up from his seat, looked straight at the small wooden stick that was deeply embedded in the wall, and turned back, "How is this possible?! How could this be happening?"