Naruto's arsenal system

"Uncle, are you okay? Why did you climb up such a high bamboo?" Kirito said with a frown while picking up and driving away the dust.

Of course he knew what it was for, but it wouldn't be very good if he gave all this to Insight. He always said that he was some kind of prophet, and it would be over if he really met a more serious guy.

Falling from such a high place is naturally a serious fall, but maybe because of the fact that we are in the anime world. In the normal world, falling from such a high place must be fatal, but here it is just It makes people groan a few times in pain, that's all

After being trapped in such a high place for more than ten years, even the most powerful person would probably go crazy.

The uncle wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and began to talk endlessly. Many interesting things may sound like people will never tire of hearing them, but boring things are just the opposite. Even if they are listened to for the first time, they will It was boring, let alone the second time.

The uncle muttered, as if he wanted to make up for what he had not been able to say in the past ten years, which made Kirito feel a little drowsy.

"What I said may be a bit simpler. I wonder if you can understand it like this." The uncle's voice suddenly woke up Kirito who was about to fall asleep.

I have been waiting for the uncle to say this for a long time. How could Kirito say that he didn't understand? He seemed to have heard the imperial edict and nodded like a chicken eating rice.

If there is anything in this world that scares Kirito, I think it must be nagging.

I finally got the job done, and without letting him tell me the detailed process, the uncle opened his mouth and said, "It's great if you understand. I'm really afraid that you can't understand."

Kirito asked with concern: "Uncle, after talking for so long, you must be thirsty. How about I go get you some water?"

When the uncle heard this, he hurriedly praised Kirito as a child who was sensible and knew how to respect the elderly.

Kirito couldn't help but sweat all over his face. For the first time, he knew that nagging could be so scary.

Compared with this uncle, the theory that one woman is equal to five hundred ducks is not worth mentioning at all.

In line with the concept that a dead Taoist friend should not die a poor Taoist, Kirito brought the uncle into the tent. Of course, this tent originally belonged to the uncle.

Three girls and an old man were sitting in the tent having a heated discussion, and their research topic was of course the master's whereabouts.

Seeing that Kirito brought a strange little old man in, the three girls immediately gathered around him. They asked all kinds of questions, and in the blink of an eye the noise made Kirito's head grow bigger.

He gently raised an index finger to make a silent gesture. The girls who were all focused on him immediately stopped talking, but the doubts in their eyes still did not disappear.

"I think it's better to let the person involved answer this question," Kirito said with a serious face. No one knew what he had in mind.

I was often harassed by several girls, and today it was finally time to take revenge.

The girls were so anxious to listen to the story that they didn't even see the scheming smile on Kirito's face.

After diverting the attention of the three girls, they all gathered around the short uncle to tell stories, and Kirito sat down with relief.

Glancing at Kirito, the Mekao man said in a sophisticated voice: "Kirito, you seem to be acting out of character today."

Of course Kirito, who was scheming against Xiao Jiujiu, would not admit it. He said rudely: "Is there anything wrong with me? It must be because you are too tired and your eyesight is blurry."

"Hey, don't be like this, why don't you do something fun to make my old man happy?" Mekao said unhappily.

Kirito couldn't help but get goosebumps all over his body. I think most people would find it unbearable for an old man of that age to act coquettishly with you.

In desperation, Kirito had no choice but to tell the old man quietly.

As soon as he finished speaking, the old man opened his mouth to laugh. Kirito, who reacted quickly, immediately covered his mouth and suppressed his laughter.

The old man has learned the skills of these girls. As long as he is surrounded by these little girls, it is like entering a duck shed.

The constant chatter can directly turn your brain cells into paste, and your entire mind will turn into a blank.

It would be great to let them know this feeling. Mekao showed an expression of understanding and looked at the three girls surrounding the short uncle with joy.

"Hey, Master, why don't you come?" Xiang Liao suddenly saw Meikao sitting there and giggling. She waved her hands and asked doubtfully.

The smile on Mekao's face suddenly solidified. This is probably the most realistic portrayal of extreme joy leading to sorrow.

Kirito's smile also became a little embarrassed. He was afraid that Meikao would tell this matter, so he quickly squeezed out a sentence through his teeth: "Master, please go quickly. It's really interesting."

Glancing at Kirito angrily, Mercao said unwillingly: "Since you think it's so interesting, why don't you listen to it again with everyone?"

"Ah, forget it, uncle seems to be in some trouble. I need to think quietly about how to help him," Kirito politely refused.

"Well, why don't we all sit down together and figure out a solution?" Mekao sat down and tried his best as if grasping a life-saving straw.

But Kirito's words hit him to the bottom. Kirito smiled and said: "No need, Master, I can really tell such an interesting story. It would be a pity if you don't listen."

Mecao had no choice but to move towards the seats of the three girls, looking back three times as if he was on a road of no return.

How he wished Kirito could stop him, but Kirito never said a word from beginning to end, and Mercao's heart felt as if it had fallen into an ice cellar.

Kirito's description just now really frightened him, so how can people not be scared by such horrible nagging.