Cyber ​​Sword Immortal Iron Rain

"Take a step to speak!"

Although he was still polite, a hand as big as a washbasin grabbed Fang Bailu's collar and carried him to the end of the alley.

Fang Bailu swayed under this giant palm——

When I passed the door of the hardware store, the glass door was half open:

A respirator that looked like the fangs of a devil protruded from it, and the boy's brows twisted as he saw the strange scene before him.

Fang Bailu waved at Xiaoxin:

"It doesn't matter."

ga-

After hesitating for a moment, the glass door closed again.

The wicked man snorted and threw the white deer in his hand onto the concrete wall:

"Know the current situation!"

As if he was still not satisfied, he intertwined his ten fingers and rubbed them vigorously, causing explosive sounds with electric sounds and screams to burst out from the iron joints.

This elaborate setting shows the boisterous taste and consistent approach of the owner of the limbs:

"Huh? Are you wondering who I am? I am Fu Yisheng's Red Stick! My brothers on the road give me face and call me "Iron Face Like Jade, Golden Spear Like..."

Fang Bailu stood up by holding onto the concrete wall, too lazy to listen to the name and title of the red stick.

What I didn't expect was that Fu Yisheng's elite troops were eaten up by Mr. Kui, and the remaining mob was getting worse and worse - I don't know if they can fight, but it seems that their brains are not working well.

At the other end, Red Stick was still in a rage:

"The gang leader is fucking dead and senile! I'm not fucking stupid!"

"The Guandi statue, a treasure passed down from our ancestors! You want to lend it to me just like that? And you want to use the peddler you designated?! Just relying on the favor you got by taking advantage of the situation?! Do you really think that Fu Yisheng, a fallen tiger, will be bullied by a dog like you?"

"I'll give you two choices: Either you call the gang leader and tell him you don't want the things anymore, and you don't have to repay the favor; then I'll take the Guandi statue back! Or I'll crush your limbs and do the job for you!"

Fang Bailu lowered his head and patted the pockets of his windbreaker.

Hong Gun thrust his iron hands into the cement beneath his feet, pulled out a handful of broken pieces and held them tightly.

This movement is naturally natural and can be compared to a naughty child playing with mud at the doorstep.

gah...

Grains of sand fell from the fingers of the red stick and flew away with the wind:

"How do you choose?"

Looking at the majestic red stick, Fang Bailu finally found what he was looking for. He picked up the tattered cigarette box and pointed it at the red stick:

"Do you smoke? Cigarettes."

call!

Hong Gun suddenly threw up the sand in his palm and rushed to Fang Bailu in two steps. The strong wind hit Fang Bailu and almost made him slip:

"Cash! Of course I smoke! Why didn't you tell me earlier? I didn't expect your shabby shop to be so rich!"

Honggun was so overjoyed that he didn't care about the etiquette of sharing cigarettes and reached out to take it himself:

"Ha! Money-making idiots like you should know your time. I'll only take one of your arms this time—"

Fang Bailu flipped his right palm, took out a pair of lenses like a magic trick, and slapped them on Honggun's face.

"Forget it. This is the only one left, and I need to smoke it myself."

He stepped aside to avoid the blood splattering on his tattered windbreaker.

After all, if this continues, I will have no more clothes to change into.

呲——

There were two dangling nerve tubes hanging from the end of the lenses, which suddenly jumped up like live snakes and entered Honggun's eye sockets.

“Ahhh, ahhhhhhhhh—”

First there was a loud roar, and then it turned into a shrill wail.

He seemed to want to raise his hand to grab the lens, but his metal-plated biceps could not move after bending halfway, and only made a low buzzing sound.

"It hurts, it hurts, it hurts so much..."

Broken moans and wails came out intermittently, and two lines of bright blood flowed from under the lenses to the corners of the mouth like red tears.

Fang Bailu stood aside with his arms folded, waiting for the person he was looking for to appear...

The bright white lights were flickering.

He glanced down: two huge circles of light were reflecting him, rising upwards.

That is the sight cast by the shining lens.

……

When the Red Stick raised his face again, his expression had completely changed.

It is a mixture of flattery, desire, resentment and surprise.

Fang Bailu was also very puzzled. How could he still have such an expressive facial expression when his eyes were covered by the shiny lenses?

But I don't have much interest in delving deeper into it.

The person inside this body is no longer the ruffian from moments ago - but an older, sadder individual.

The red stick raised his hands and bowed deeply:

"Looking for me? Looking for me? Mr. 'FBLqwer123', it really feels like a long time since we last met! Have you... finally figured it out?"

Fang Bailu shrugged and ignored the questioning from the boudoir-like woman:

"You have the Heart Sword, right?"

Snapped!

Just as he finished speaking, there was an explosion from the holographic transmitter on Red Stick's left elbow.

The long dragon emerging from the clouds suddenly stopped and then broke into scattered blocks of color.

He lowered his head slightly:

"Sorry. I just downloaded it and the control was unstable... I'm afraid I don't have the product you mentioned in my software library. Please allow me to recommend it to you-"

Fang Bailu curled her lips and interrupted the clumsy lie impatiently:

"Tsk, that's nonsense. You must have taken note of it after you were beaten away by that 'sword formation'. Send a copy to me, to my email."

click!

This time, the tiger on the right with the bloody wind completely disappeared into the darkness.

Honggun straightened up, and the dazzling light from the lens made Fang Bailu unable to open his eyes:

"You've been there? But...how do you know I have it?"

Fang Bailu was too lazy to use his hands to block the flashing light, so he simply closed his eyes:

"You wouldn't understand even if I told you. In short, since I've been able to master this sword technique very quickly recently, there must be a way for me to get it. After thinking about it, it's most likely from you."

Hong Gun pressed his arms against the seams of his pants. Fang Bailu could hear the creaking sound of the hard limbs rubbing against each other.

I was very confused, and the confusion was about to burst out of my body:

"Indeed, I don't understand what you are talking about... That is the 'Sword of Suffering'. Even if I give it to you, how can you install it? Do you want to use that tablet? And if I may be frank, that sword technique is not as good as my product..."

"It's complicated. As long as you are sure that you will get it, my future self will have a way to install it. Then, I can start practicing through visualization. No, you will definitely get it."

Fang Bailu still had his eyes closed and spread his hands lazily:

"You don't understand, right? That's normal. It took me a while to figure it out. The process is not important, the result is this."

He opened his eyes again, walked forward, and poked Red Stick's chest, which was as hard as steel - no, it seemed to be made of real iron.

"By the way, is Jie Shouzhen still with you? Ask him if he knows how to do marketing and packaging. I remember that guy is a professional. Also, how many sub-machines can you control at the same time?"

Red Stick was silent for a moment. Then he uttered a low question from his chest:

"……what?"

Fang Bailu saw him looking troubled, which he had never seen before. He scratched his head and laughed at himself:

"I said so much nonsense in one breath. Are you confused?"

"Forget it. You should be a little stupid after being beaten by their sword formation. We'll talk about it later. Anyway, everything will be successful so far."

He raised his palm and patted Red Stick's shoulder hard:

"Hey! Cheer up! Let me make a contract with you. One month from now, I will start using your product. I can install whatever you want me to install and I can host it if I want."

"But these days, you have to listen to me and help me. Got it?"

Honggun jumped up with his knees together and his feet apart in an uncoordinated and strange posture.

The corners of his mouth were almost grinning:

"Is this true?!"

Fang Bailu rolled his eyes, the bloodshot eyes showing his fatigue:

"Now that I've said that... when the time comes, do you need permission to get on top of me?"

Red Stick scratched his ears and cheeks, and laughed loudly:

"That's what you said, that's what you said! If you don't know, you might think you're forcing a sale... But are you sure you mean what you said?"

Fang Bailu shook out the windbreaker that was messed up by the red stick and responded:

"If I lie to you, I will die with my head and body separated, and I will not have a good end."

This was actually what he honestly thought in his heart.

"Okay, that's enough. I'll call you next time I need you."

The red stick hunched up and rubbed his hands viciously, like a child who was given New Year's money by his elders but was deliberately teased:

"It's not that I don't trust you! When is the next time? I have a more efficient way. Let me enter your body first, so that I can remind you at any time-"

Fang Bailu raised his left hand without looking back: his index finger popped out, and the thin line connected to his palm tightened around Hong Gun's neck like a noose. Then he pulled and tugged, and in the blood mist, Hong Gun's head jumped to Fang Bailu's feet like a ball.

He stepped on the rolling head to stop its momentum:

"You need time to come to an agreement with the host before you can move freely. I know that."

The lonely head moved its lips silently, as if it wanted to continue speaking some unfinished words.

Fang Bailu used his toes to steady Honggun's forehead, bent down, and pulled out the pair of glasses.

Blood splattered everywhere. He stood up and casually shook off the sticky brain matter and blood.

The man shook his head twice and fell into eternal silence.

Fang Bailu propped his knees with his hands and stared into the dead eyes that were wide open. After a moment, he picked up the head and placed it back on the still twitching corpse:

"Iron-faced and jade-like... you, in a few days you will end up like that. Why don't you rest early?"

He stomped and dragged his shoes in front of the store door. When he could no longer see red, Fang Bailu pushed the door open and went in.

Chapter 167 Drawing the Blade

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Park Wenzhi put his hands on his knees and looked down at his feet:

There was a stream made of melted rubies, flowing towards him.

But then he came to his senses: this was just ordinary plasma, the product of reflecting and mixing the lights and night light from the window.

There is no stream whose surface is filled with colorful advertisements.

"'Ice-cold talisman water, nourishes the body and clears the meridians'... Why didn't you mention whether it tastes good or not? Probably because it doesn't taste good."