Cultivation world prohibits discrimination magic weapon

◎Is he suffering from some serious illness? ◎

Lei Zimo locked himself in the room and regretted for a long time. He regretted why he didn't put the cassock in the Qiankun bag before, and he couldn't understand the thoughts of the local tyrant Lin Yuan'an at all. When he thought of the value of the white cassock, he was so poor Lei Zimo, who was used to it, began to feel uncomfortable again.

"Hey…"

Lin Yuan'an didn't know how Lei Zimo was feeling at this time, he felt a little excited after seeing Lei Zimo put on the vestment he gave him, and he didn't understand what was going on.

Lei Zimo has been in a bad mood for the past few days, the patron has already ordered him not to set up a stall, and he also obediently stayed in Wuchen Mountain for the past few days without going anywhere.

In the main room, Lei Zimo propped himself on the table and sighed, everyone saw how depressed he was recently.

Dingrake: "What's wrong with you, Old Hammer?"

Recently, they have asked them this sentence countless times, but Lei Zimo always responded with shaking his head and sighing.

Four heads gathered around Lei Zimo's head, chattering and discussing non-stop.

Fisherman asked tentatively: "Could it be that he was really squeezed dry by a local tyrant?"

Iron Shovel: "What happened between you and the local tyrant? Let's hear it, my brothers will help you get ahead."

Yaoji: "That's right Brother Hammer...I've known you for so many years and this is the first time I've seen you like this..."

There was a dark cloud over Lei Zimo's head, he didn't want to explain, if they knew that Lin Yuan'an had burned the cassock he got for nothing, they might make fun of him again.

After all, Lei Zimo is the poorest member of their group of five. Don't look at Yaoji and they usually stay together with Lei Zimo in Wuchen Mountain. In fact, they also have a lot of private money.

And that set of cassock is probably not as good as the socks that Linyuan An usually wears.

But Lei Zimo just felt so distressed, if the white cassock could be exchanged for tens of thousands of high-quality spirit stones, why would the damn gold master burn his cassock, the more Lei Zimo thought about it, the more angry he became.

While Lei Zimo remained silent, the four of them looked at each other, but they didn't know how to continue the conversation.

Suddenly Lei Zimo seemed to have figured it out, he said slowly, "I'm going to the street to buy clothes!"

Lei Zimo's inexplicable words caught the four of them off guard: "Huh?"

They looked at the new cassock on Lei Zimo's body. It looked better on Lei Zimo than the white one, and it was more suitable for Lei Zimo's temperament in all aspects.

From this look, it was clear that it was a gift from a local tyrant, and the cassock didn't look cheap.They didn't know why Lei Zimo wanted to buy clothes at this time.

"You wear these clothes well, why do you need to buy new ones?"

Lei Zimo frowned, but still told a few people about the burning of the cassock, but the expected laughter did not appear.

Nail raked his chin and said: "It's really wrong for local tyrants to do this. After all, Lao Hammer managed to prostitute a dress that can be sold."

Yaoji: "Brother Chuichui is right! Now this cassock must be put away properly, what if it breaks again? Brother Chuichui doesn't have a lot of clothes in the first place!"

Shovel: "Okay, let's go to the street to buy clothes now!"

It was the first time that Lei Zijie felt that these friends were so caring, and he was almost moved to tears.

I saw four people walking in front of him, muttering and chirping.

"Then why don't you take advantage of Lao Hammer's money now to buy a few more, or you'll have to borrow money from us again at that time."

"It's just... the new clothes I gave Lao Hammer last time were worn out within a few days, or we fathers can't stand this prodigal son..."

"It's, it's..."

"... "

Lei Zimo, who was still very moved at first, said at this time: "..."

For these four people, he will really thank...

The five went to the clothing store in the town in a mighty way, and this time they ran into Xiao Bailian and his party.

As soon as Xiao Bailian saw Lei Zimo at the end of the intersection, he hid far away. Lei Zimo squinted at Xiao Bailian. At this time, Xiao Bailian was slightly different from a few days ago.

The eyes are pulled, the nose is obviously raised, and all the blind spots of the face value in the previous image have been adjusted. It seems that they went to Qi Xiu to have a facelift. Newborn sword spirits like Xiao Bailian are very fond of their Appearance is of particular concern.

Yaoji: "Brother Hammer, do you think that is Xiao Bailian?"

"Yeah." Lei Zimo didn't care too much about a junior like Xiao Bailian, and then he stepped into the cheapest tailor shop on the corner of the street, where clothes were on sale.

Xiao Bailian watched the five of them walk into the cheap shop, and he spat unconvinced, "Tsk! Poor!"

The clothes rail at the entrance of this store is full of all kinds of special priced robes, ranging from a few tens of cash to hundreds of cash.

"Brother Hammer, what do you think of this set?!" Yaoji took a robe and gestured to Lei Zimo. It was originally a very ordinary cheap robe, but it looked very good on Lei Zimo.

However, they picked all kinds of outfits, red and green, big sleeves and shorts, and all kinds of underworld outfits. Yaoji, who usually loves beauty, saw this situation and immediately threw the few people who were not helpful out of the shop. Xuandi helped Lei Zimo choose a lot of suitable clothes on the clothes rail of the promotion, and at the end of the checkout, the price did not exceed 5000 Wen.

Lei Zimo immediately put on the white crescent robe that Yaoji helped him to match. Although these ordinary robes are not as good as the robes in the cultivation world, they are durable and comfortable to wear.

It is the first time for Lei Zimo to buy so many clothes. Most of them are selected by Yaoji. Yaoji has a good eye. The clothes that match Lei Zimo are suitable and good-looking. From the appearance alone, Lei Zimo's body is really no different from those expensive clothes.

He carefully folded the cassock that Lin Yuanan gave him and put it in the Qiankun bag. Lei Zimo will never wear such expensive clothes again, especially if his neurotic boss burns his clothes again , Lei Zimo cried to death.

Moreover, this cassock looks very expensive at first glance. If the money can be used to pay off the debt in the future, Lei Zimo's wishful thinking is crackling.

He and Yaoji walked out of the tailor shop, and saw Xiao Bailian and the others coming out of the high-end cassock shop on the opposite street.

Xiao Bailian wondered if he didn't read the almanac when he went out, why he always ran into Lei Zimo, but looking at the cheap tailor shop across the way, and at the high-level cassock he just bought, Xiao Bailian suddenly regained his confidence Not a lot.

"Hey... aren't you being adopted? How can you still buy such cheap clothes? It seems that you are tired of being played by the benefactor?"

"Man, instead of doing such shady things, it's better to make money down-to-earth..." Xiao Bailian's tone was full of contempt.

Lei Zimo didn't want to pay attention to Xiao Bailian, a little monk who didn't know the heights of the sky and the earth, and didn't want to argue with him. He just took out his cloud mirror silently, "Well... I have a lot of images that I want to share with others... .”

Watching his actions, Xiao Bailian was immediately terrified. Thinking of his dark history with Lei Zimo, Xiao Bailian's ears turned red, he quickly interrupted: "Stop!" The fellow practitioners left immediately.

Seeing Xiao Bailian and his group leaving in despair, Tie Shovel asked curiously: "What made him so afraid of you?"

Lei Zimo chuckled, "You will know later."

If Xiao Bailian doesn't know what is good or bad any more, he doesn't mind posting these images at any time, and then he doesn't know how Xiao Bailian will end up.

But at this time, Lei Zimo's keeping these images is still useful, at least it can be used to exchange Xiao Bailian's hush money at critical moments. He claims to be a magic weapon of civilization. I really did it by accident, maybe Xiao Bailian, who is impatient to make, went back to Jianzhong and remade it.

When Lei Zimo delivered dinner to Lin Yuan'an, Lin Yuan'an, who was sitting at the table, had his face crossed again. He was in a good mood these days, and after seeing Lei Zimo's outfit, he became furious. Holding back his anger, he asked, "Where's the cassock I gave you?"

Lei Zimo thoughtfully arranged the bowls and chopsticks for Lin Yuan'an, "Ah? Of course it was put away."

The more Lin Yuan'an looked at it, the more he felt that Lei Zimo's cheap clothes were not pleasing to the eye. Could it be that Lei Zimo looked down on the clothes he gave him?

No one has ever dared to disobey his request, Lin Yuanan took out his spiritual gun again and pointed it at Lei Zimo, "What do you mean by wearing this suit?"

Lei Zimo was thinking about Lin Yuan'an's strange temper, if he didn't answer seriously, he might be angered again, and he would draw/gun every now and then. He really didn't understand Lin Yuan'an's brain circuit.

Is there any serious illness?

Not daring to tell the truth, he replied honestly: "The clothes the boss gave are too expensive, I'm afraid they will be worn out."

Lei Zimo's answer made Lin Yuan'an feel a little bit more comfortable, but almost instantly Lin Yuan'an's silent spiritual bullet hit Lei Zimo, and exploded in Lei Zimo's chest.

The spirit bomb did no harm to Lei Zimo, but the new clothes he just bought burned a big hole, Lei Zimo was annoyed immediately, the clothes cost him 200 coins!Then he retorted angrily to Lin Yuanan, "Are you sick?!"

Lin Yuan'an stood up from his seat holding the gun, and walked towards Lei Zimo step by step with a sullen expression on his face. Every time he took a step, a bullet hit Lei Zimo.

Bullets exploded in his chest one by one, Lei Zimo suppressed his anger, he kept reminding himself in his heart, this is the money owner who cannot turn his face... this is the money owner must not turn his face...

There were more and more bullet holes on the clothes, and Lin Yuan'an, who was dressed in fine clothes, approached step by step, and his deep, ghostly voice echoed in front of him, "You say I'm sick?"

After speaking, Lin Yuanan lazily stood in front of Lei Zimo and raised his gun. He looked at the broken cloth hanging on Lei Zimo's body with satisfaction, and could vaguely see Lei Zimo's smooth and fair skin.

At this moment, Lei Zimo kept suppressing his anger. If Lin Yuan'an burned his clothes every day, he would definitely have no clothes to wear in the future. Lei Zimo raised his hand and wanted to put aside the spirit gun pointed at him.

Seeing that Lei Zimo was about to touch him, Lin Yuanan shouted impatiently: "Don't move!" He didn't like others to touch him, especially Lei Zimo, who was blind to money like Lei Zimo.

Lei Zimo lowered his hands helplessly, comforting himself in his heart, that's all, after this transaction is over, he doesn't have to suffer such grievances again.

The man in front of him stared at Lei Zimo with disgust, "How can my bodyguard wear such cheap clothes?"

The cold muzzle of the gun pressed against Lei Zimo's chest, and the owner of the gun was not far in front of him.

Even the man's breathing could be heard clearly.

Lei Zimo closed his eyes to suppress his anger, and silently recited the mantra of pure heart in his heart, reminding himself that this is a local rich boss who gave [-] million, and he must not be messed with.

"Don't talk, right? Heh..." Lin Yuan'an's slightly mocking words came.

The muzzle of Lin Yuanan's gun moved up little by little against Lei Zimo's skin. Every time it touched the broken fabric, it would stick to the skin and shoot to burn the fabric blocking the way. The black gold spirit gun went from his chest all the way to his Adam's apple .

Lei Zimo's body temperature was already higher than that of ordinary people. At this time, he felt that the muzzle of the gun was like an ice cube attached to his body. The ice cube rolled a little bit, and after melting, it left cold water traces, dripping like falling beads. on the ground.

Feeling the movement of the gun muzzle, the cold muzzle traced the outline of his Adam's apple little by little, and the handle of the gun drew a beautiful arc in the air. Lei Zimo, who closed his eyes, was thinking about Lin Yuanan's perverted expression at this time. His brows furrowed tighter and tighter, and the hands hanging on both sides also made a clicking sound.

However, Lin Yuan'an found something interesting. It was Lei Zimo, who loved money like his life, who would be played by him like this. The moon-white robe on Lei Zimo's body was broken into several pieces and hung loosely on his shoulders. There is no fabric at all, showing strong chest muscles, just like what Lin Yuanan saw in the snow on the first day, this is the first time he has seen such a scene up close.

Lei Zimo felt that the muzzle of the gun on his Adam's apple had shifted direction. He was drawing circles on his chest at this time, and the pervert on the opposite side deliberately stopped at the cherry and fired two shots. Although it was not painful or itchy, Lei Zimo still I feel very uncomfortable, this discomfort is the disgust from the heart.

Seeing that Lei Zimo was still not angry, Lin Yuan'an gave a ghostly smile, he wanted to see how low Lei Zimo's bottom line would be for money.

The muzzle, which was slightly hot from the shot just now, moved up again, and this time came to Lei Zimo's ruddy lips.

Lei Zimo closed his eyes tightly, at this moment he couldn't care less about so many men who opened their eyes fiercely and stared at him close at hand.

Immediately, the two met with eyes of anger, contempt, and disgust.

Lei Zimo held the muzzle of the gun with one hand, and with a "click", the black gold spiritual gun was squeezed into five long fingerprints like soft mud in his hand.

The air near the two of them was covered with frost, Lei Zimo's bright red and beautiful lips uttered an emotionless and cold question, the penetrating power was like an ice knife cutting the eardrum.

"Have you had enough fun!"

The author says:

Call Hammer!Get rid of this big villain Lin Yuanan!

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