Cyber ​​Sword Immortal Iron Rain

Fang Bailu inserted his fingers into the hair on his forehead and pushed it back - with the "new" stance, it was just right to activate the nerve blocking field.

"I should change the recognition action later. I feel like I lose my hair if I stroke it too much..."

Pale blue lightning flashed across the shop: "Xin" maintained the posture as if to stab, but could no longer move at all.

Fang Bailu pushed aside the hair in front of his forehead - the "new" sword was still spinning, and the airflow it brought messed up his hair:

"As for the interview, let's--"

Before he finished speaking, the green mist that had been stirred up in the shop suddenly rolled back and rushed into the gap between the fangs of the "Xin" respirator.

The hints of green that filled the store disappeared completely - it looked as if "New" had sucked in all the air in the room with one breath.

As he took a long breath, the blood vessels on Xin's face started to swell, spreading all the way to the whites of his eyes, until they were covered with blood. Then, as if the pause button had been pressed again, Xin slowly and firmly continued to move.

He had unlocked the effect of the nerve blocker.

"Is this the second time? The quality of Indian products is really bad."

Fang Bailu shook his head in self-mockery, without any intention of hiding: This "embedded neural blocking field generator" was cracked twice in a month, and it's still a military product?

However, the "newly" implanted relic respirator is quite mysterious. The smoke can actually restore blocked nerve signals.

The "new" drill-like sword tip wrapped around the surrounding airflow and continued to stab towards Fang Bailu's heart.

Judging from the terrifying sound, if someone were stabbed, the entire chest would be shattered into pieces.

"Step aside!"

"Xin" widened his eyes and issued a hasty warning. From the horrified eyes of "Xin", Fang Bailu could see that he really couldn't hold back his strength.

"Tsk, young people are young people. If you don't have the skills, don't take on the job. Do you know how hard it is to act like this?"

Fang Bailu did not dodge or evade, but instead thrust his chest towards the tip of the "new" sword——

Benedict!

There was no flying flesh and blood or bursting rib fragments, only a deep muffled sound. Fragments of fabric fibers on the chest of his shirt flew everywhere -

The tip of the sword pierced the cell phone in Fang Bailu's chest pocket.

"This thing is also very useful as a heart-protection mirror, right?"

Fang Bailu climbed over the counter and kicked out, his rubber rain boots hitting "Xin's" body, which was off balance due to the impact, and kicked him to the ground.

The phone was not "placed" in his pocket, but was in "flight mode" and followed Fang Bailu's movements - he was using this method to further hone his proficiency in "flying the sword". The hovering phone was almost unaffected by inertia: so Fang Bailu didn't even shake slightly.

Several balls of light red air burst out of the "new" respirator, which seemed to be mixed with blood - the impact force brought by the three yang meridians of the foot was no joke.

Fang Bailu jumped forward on tiptoe, pressed his chest with his knee, and smiled kindly at the pair of black and white eyes of "Xin" that were filled with disbelief:

"Congratulations, you can stay in the store and try it out! Of course, we need to renegotiate our salary. By the way, you have to compensate for the shirt. You can put it into your monthly salary later."

Chapter 76: Messenger (IV)

This is the edge of Kuala Lumpur city, the border between the city and the wilderness.

Standing in the ruins of these buildings, one can see a long snake-like group of Buddhist practitioners in the distance - they walk along a huge elliptical path around Kuala Lumpur and have now gone in another direction.

The sun was at its zenith and everything was silent - all the creatures nearby had been eaten; and at noon, the garbage men had also finished their day's work and were off to have fun.

Fang Bailu was squatting on the edge of the rooftop which was full of exposed steel bars. Next to him was "Xin", a young helper who had just been recruited into Fang's Hardware Store.

"Xiao Xin, please lower your umbrella. The rain is hitting my face!"

At this time, an umbrella was tightly connected to Xiaoxin's "gripper" with threads to block the incoming rain for both of them.

After Fang Bailu's persuasion and emotional appeal, as well as the temptation of various promises and generous future benefits, Xiaoxin finally accepted the trial contract offered by Fang Bailu.

From today on, he temporarily became a helper in Fang’s Hardware Store - so he was brought along to purchase goods.

Fang Bailu originally wanted to bring a prosthetic body, but the injury to its knee joint had not yet healed, so he simply brought along this little brother he had just recruited.

I don't know how many times I have repeated this kind of purchase transaction. I have already become familiar with it and am not afraid of being influenced by this newbie. It is a good opportunity to let Xiaoxin participate in my daily work to cultivate his sense of belonging.

Uh-huh-huh——

There was a rolling sound like boiling water coming from Xiaoxin's respirator, and clusters of smoke came out of his "mouth".

"Ah? Is he 'angry'? After today's work is done, I have to ask him what this thing is."

Fang Bailu waved his palms in front of him to block the smoke that seemed to be floating in like a living thing:

"Um... you're not actually smoking, are you? You're not old enough yet, so it's best not to smoke."

Xiao Xin has been completely silent since he was beaten up by Fang Bailu: otherwise Fang Bailu actually likes his tuned singing voice.

Originally, according to his idea, it would be best if there was a sturdy man taller than Fang Bailu to hold an umbrella for him. But the prosthetic body was made in the same scale as Fang Bailu, so the height was naturally the same; Xiaoxin probably hadn't grown fully yet, and was half a head shorter than Fang Bailu.

This way, the mystery disappeared. Fang Bailu, who used to advocate pragmatism, didn't care, but recently he suddenly wanted to add a sense of ritual to his life. So he had to squat on the ground to avoid poking his head on the inside of the umbrella.

"Just to make some atmosphere."

There is a camp of garbage men nearby. Sometimes a celestial official who is worshipped with great incense will pass by and bless them; or a celestial official whose incense is shabby will send them small gifts - so the location is very important, and everyone goes there in advance to stake out.

So at this time, only he and Xiaoxin were left in the ruins.

A yellowish wavy line emerged from the edge of the skyline - the dust from the horse thieves' caravan.

In fact, no matter how the bandits burn, kill, loot, rob and steal money in the wilderness, it will not affect their activities in the city of Kuala Lumpur.

As long as they come to the city, consume, and add the wealth they obtain in the wilderness to the economic cycle of Kuala Lumpur, no official or corporate will hold these people outside the rule of law accountable.

As for the fleets of large companies, most people don’t dare to touch them—except for some of the craziest anti-technology elements.

So the transaction location was chosen here for convenience. The leader of the horse thief team was also an old customer with whom he had known each other for a long time. Such a cunning person would not dare to enter the dangerous Fang's Hardware Store.

It also takes some effort for them to enter the city of Kuala Lumpur - the main difficulty comes from the Buddhist practitioners outside the city:

If you don't follow some small rules, they will attack you in groups.

You cannot kill primates within 0.5 hours, you cannot drink beverages with an alcohol content of more than %, you cannot participate in sexual activities involving more than three people, and the most troublesome thing is -

Unauthorized software cannot be used. In other words, whether it is weapons, protective gear, vehicles, implants or boxing techniques, as long as they are pirated, they may cause attacks from Buddhist practitioners.

It is said that although they look tattered and have strange rules, they are actually very scary when they fight.

"I don't know how they can tell the difference. Is there any special mechanism for judging it?"

But even the masters in Kuala Lumpur cannot answer this question: what the practitioners practice are fox Zen, which cannot be compared with their "highest Buddhist teachings".

As for the horse thieves, it goes without saying that like many residents of A Luo Street, most of their equipment, objects, and implants are cracked. This also means that they must choose the right time to enter the city to avoid unnecessary conflicts with Buddhist practitioners.

The huge convoy raised a lot of yellow sand - in fact, the suburbs of Kuala Lumpur are covered with grass, so it is impossible to raise such a large amount of dust. However, the leader of the horse thieves still asked someone to customize this holographic image because of his fantasy of the "desert Gobi".

Of course, it also serves to build a reputation and deter enemies: these days, personal branding and packaging are also very important. Those criminals without characteristics have long died in the competition with their peers.

From a certain perspective, fame is just as important as strength. For example, all kinds of——

Gululu...

The sound of tires rolling interrupted Fang Bailu's thoughts. He turned around:

The person in front of me turned out to be a celestial official.

Xinyuan Tea House on A Luo Street was once visited and blessed by a celestial official with more than tens of thousands of followers. Since then, it has been granted special sales privileges, and its business has prospered a lot.

But the celestial official in front of him didn't have that kind of grandeur:

Its shape was somewhat similar to that of Old Liu, but it was much more tattered. Its long and wide trunk was like a brick, and its two arms, which were emitting electric sparks, hung limply by its side. Three dirty shoe prints overlapped each other, forming an obscene shape. Mold spots, bacteria spots, dried saliva, and dents from knocks were all over its body. Judging from the smears of oil pens and the cuts of swords, this celestial official had probably been used as a walking billboard and a target for sword tests.

The display screen in the middle of the body was covered with stains, and a wrinkled round sticker was stuck to the top of the torso: Fang Bailu looked carefully and found that the sticker was supposed to be its "face", but it was already in tatters after being exposed to wind and rain for a long time.

"How can it be so miserable...without an economic company to support it?"

Fang Bailu suddenly realized that he had been surrounded by smoke without knowing when:

Green smoke was gushing out of Xiaoxin's fang-like respirator, and in a moment it covered his face.

"How... did you get to know each other? Or do you simply not want to see him?"

Fang Bailu didn't have much experience dealing with adolescents: judging by the Mercy Blade's precocity, he didn't look like a teenage boy at all.

"I don't want to do a blessing handshake, or anything like that, thank you."

He put his hands together and gestured slightly: No matter how miserable the celestial official in front of him was, he still had to be polite. No one knew when a celestial official would make a great leap forward - and celestial officials would not forget, and they would hold grudges. Fang Bailu did not want to be hated by a celestial official who was very popular: unless he wanted to die socially.

"No, no... Can you give me a like? Just double-click."

A distorted, mechanically synthesized sound came out of Tianguan's loudspeaker, but the embarrassment in it was obvious.

But then again - how could a highly worshipped celestial official be active on the outskirts of a city?

Fang Bailu raised his eyebrows and took his hand out of his pocket: Double-clicking is not a difficult thing, just consider it as a good relationship -

Da da!

Xiao Xin beside him suddenly stepped out, and the "handler" poked out from the green mist, and tapped twice on the thumb gesture on the Tianguan screen. The mist was like a coat covering his whole body, covering his whole body tightly.

"This kid...why is he so positive?"

Fang Bailu walked forward and double-clicked lightly, but his eyes stayed on the mist that enveloped Xiaoxin.

"Thank you! May you be happy!" The celestial official swung his two limbs backwards, "I will give you a piece of motto."

It stood up straight and stroked its head with both hands, trying to smooth out the sticker that served as its "face". However, instead of ironing out the wrinkles, it made it even more tattered:

“A person who spends all day thinking will be unable to think of anything else except thoughts.”

The Tianguan raised his arms upwards, and the tone of the synthesized sound began to rise and fall.

"He would lose touch with reality and inhabit a fantasy world."

It slowly backed away, and the deflated tire caused Tianguan's body to sway up and down.

"Therefore, I hope you all know: learning without thinking is useless, thinking without learning is dangerous..."

Guluuluulu...

Tianguan slid down the ramp formed by the collapsed concrete floor and retreated into the ruins of the concrete jungle.

hiss--

The smoke that enveloped Xiaoxin's body was inhaled back into the respirator by him.

Fang Bailu's head turned back and forth between Xiaoxin's fixed gaze and Tianguan's departing figure:

"Still staring. What's wrong with this guy?"

The Heavenly Official usually gives something back after receiving a like. But this one gave a strange motto - Fang Bailu couldn't help but think that this might be one of the reasons why its popularity declined.

He shook his head, not dwelling on this little episode:

The holographic dust spewed out by the horse thieves' convoy was getting closer and closer, and it would arrive soon.

Chapter 77 Seven-character quatrain (I)

Looking at the smoke and dust rising high into the sky, Fang Bailu felt something was wrong.

Even for a horse thief caravan, today's momentum was a bit too grand: usually, only a few "good horses" and trucks came to the cargo connection. But judging from the holographic dust that was almost like a sandstorm, the entire caravan was out in full force.

"Take back all your cigarettes and squat."

Fang Bailu pressed his palm towards Xiao Xin and took out the eyepiece from his pocket. Judging from its frequent use recently, it might be time to consider implanting a vision-enhancing device.

The goggles revealed the vehicle that was hit hardest by the sandstorm: it was a motorcycle with a huge flag on it - on it sat a man with a skinny face but a body much more muscular than an ordinary man.

"Why is he here?"

This is the leader of the suburban horse caravan: "Night Owl".

Fang Bailu scratched his nose: He never expected that he would meet Night Owl today - his notoriety spread from A Luo Street to the city center.

This dangerous reputation came mainly from his ugly imagination.

Night Owl likes to customize incurable diseases for his enemies - this time-consuming, labor-intensive and expensive act is a choice made by only the most vicious villains. It is said that he once customized a Gothic-style mixture of rabies and epilepsy: the only patient became addicted to human blood and became extremely miserable if he stayed in a dark and dark place - in Kuala Lumpur, this means nowhere to go.

"It doesn't really look like a vampire, so how come it's Gothic..." But taking the time to find this half-extinct new age culture and do evil with it can be considered building a personal brand.

But what Fang Bailu feared more was the unclear relationship between this guy and Pan Asia Military Industry. He always had a way to get some firearms that had not been equipped with intelligent modules in time, and Fang Bailu could sometimes find parts from Pan Asia Military Industry in the so-called "handmade weapons" he sold to her.