Definitely there is a problem!

Meng Zuo made up his mind, but he didn't expose him immediately, but quietly hid the secret in his heart and didn't move, not wanting to startle the snake.

It seems that things are not as simple as imagined, and this bald version of me definitely did not appear casually, and there must be a reason and reason for his appearance.

Meng Zuo thought secretly in his heart, although he didn't have any evidence to affirm his thoughts now, but with his own intuition, he felt that nine times out of ten, this bald guy in front of him knew something.

I've got to figure out something!

"I have one more question. Meng Zuo thought for a moment, then asked.

"Why do you talk so much?" the bald guy raised his eyebrows, obviously showing impatience, but he didn't reject him directly.

"The last time I came here, I didn't know the golden bell jar, but why did I just watch the process of your practice, and I knew it? And it felt like I had just learned it, as if I had just learned it, as if I had already learned it. Meng Zuo asked, the question that puzzled him for a long time.

It's good to know a kung fu, but if you suddenly learn it without knowing it, it will make people panic.

It's like saying that you suddenly have 300 million more in your bank card, and you don't know the source at all, at this time, most people's first reaction is definitely not ecstasy, but nervousness.

They will be afraid that the money will be dirty, whether it will be an accident, whether it will be illegal if they use the money to spend, and a series of questions.

Therefore, Meng Zuo has always had such a mentality.

"Heaven must not be divulged. The bald guy really didn't expect Meng Zuo to say a standard god stick's favorite words, "But don't worry, these martial arts can appear suddenly, but they won't disappear suddenly." ”

Meng Zuo was shocked, feeling that the bald guy was like a roundworm in his stomach, and he was clear about his thoughts.

I saw the bald guy smile indifferently: "Of course I know the mentality and thoughts of a mediocre person like you, do you think that I am just as simple as you?"

"That ......" Meng Zuo just wanted to continue asking, but was interrupted by the bald guy.

"Okay, don't gossip so much, no matter how much you ask, it depends on whether I answer you or not. The bald guy naturally knew what Meng Zuo wanted to ask him, so he immediately interrupted him, "It's not too early, since you opened the second seal, then I'll pass it on to you." ”

He walked up to Meng Zuo in a few steps and hugged Meng Zuo's waist: "There are some things, don't be in a hurry, even if you are so curious, destiny is for you, you will naturally know when you should know, understand?"

Before Meng Zuo could make any moves and words, a silver light erupted from the bald guy, shaking Meng Zuo quickly closed his eyes, only to feel a sense of dizziness again, countless exercises and techniques about the iron cloth shirt wandered in his mind, he seemed to see some memories in the dizziness, some memories that he had never remembered before, where he was practicing the iron cloth shirt, day after day, year after year, and finally became successful.

The amount of information received at once was too large, and Meng Zuo's dizziness became stronger and stronger, and finally he couldn't help but faint.

Before fainting, he felt a sense of weightlessness and a soft sigh.

......

When I woke up again, it was early in the morning.

Meng Zuo opened his eyes and felt a little dizzy.

A pungent sour smell made him get up quickly.

"What stinks so much!"

Meng Zuo fanned his nose and frowned, and lowered his head to look.

He was now on the floor covered in tin foil and plastic bags, covered in dirty mud stains.

"Who's here with the cement?" Meng Zuo's eyes widened, unable to believe how it could be so dirty here.

He looked at his body again and jumped up in fear.

His body was now covered in mud, and his whole body was covered in mud, as if he was wrapped in a layer of lime, and because he was sweating a lot, the mud was dripping down the sweat, and he looked very disgusting.

"I'm going! Did I sleepwalk and roll in the dung pit?" Meng Zuo shouted, but remembering that there were other people at home, he quickly covered his mouth, and his hands were full of sour sweat and mud, and his mouth was sticky all over at once.

"Gross!"

Meng Zuoqiang held back the feeling of vomiting, took a deep breath, then pinched his nose to wrap the tin foil and plastic bag, then took off his underwear and rushed into the toilet, turned on the shower and began to shower.

Fortunately, each room in Mengzuo's villa has a separate bathroom, otherwise he wouldn't know what to do now.

The filth on his body was gradually washed away, and Meng Zuo used shower gel and shampoo three or four times to make his heart feel better.

"Isn't this what is said in the fantasy novel, the turbidity that is discharged after the breakthrough in cultivation?" Meng Zuo looked at the dirty things left behind in the bath water and deduced to himself, "This is too much!"

After about half an hour, Meng Zuo really didn't know how to wash it again, so he turned off the shower and walked out of the bathroom naked.

He was naked, admiring his body.

"This ......" Meng Zuo looked at his body in surprise and swallowed his saliva.

Originally, he thought that his previous figure was already extremely perfect, but now it seems that his vision is narrow.

Now, with these angular lines and this plump pectoralis major muscle, even I am beginning to covet myself.

This breast, at least there must be a C, right?

Meng Zuo subconsciously touched it.

Thick and tough.

I'll go!?

Looking at the abdominal muscles, they are also much larger than before, with a lot of eight-pack abdominal muscles, neatly arranged, and there are a few unwiped water droplets attached to it, which is exciting.

"These have become bigger, then ......" Meng Zuo thought in his heart and couldn't help but look down.

It's okay not to look at it, but this time, Meng Zuo's jaw dropped in shock.

"This, this, this ......"

Meng Zuo compared his hands, but he couldn't hold them with both hands.

At least twenty centimeters, right?

Who can stand this?

Some bad pictures appeared in Meng Zuo's heart, which made his face red.

He looked at himself carefully, back and forth, left and right, and right to himself.

"Am I getting taller?"

Meng Zuo found that he seemed to be a little taller.

It stands to reason that he is twenty-two years old, past the age of a man, but now he seems to have grown a few centimeters taller, although not much, but because he became taller overnight, his feelings are still obvious.

"Is this the benefit of practicing?"

Meng Zuo raised his eyebrows, looked at his whiter and tender skin, pinched it, and found that it was full of toughness, and its elasticity was not ordinarily strong.

"Hahaha, you don't have to practice, you don't have to accept the pain, just sleep and take a shower, and this kind of good thing?" Meng Zuo couldn't keep his mouth shut, "The next lottery must be a powerful martial art!"

After being self-absorbed in the mirror for a while, Meng Zuo walked out.

As soon as he walked out, he saw his underwear that had been taken off to the ground, which had been gray boxers, but now it had become a crumpled black unidentified object, and if it weren't for the fact that it was actually a panties, no one else really could see what it was.

"This can't be washed......" Meng Zuo pinched his nose, picked up the lump with his index finger and thumb, and then threw it into the plastic bag and tin foil in disgust, and then went to the bathroom to wash his hands for three minutes.

It's not really that Meng Zuo is clean, but that thing is like a dung ball, I really can't bear to look at it directly, and Meng Zuo can have the courage to pick it up, which is already very good.

Meng Zuo sat on the bed and thought about it, then turned on the light, and took out the clothes he was wearing today from the closet, which were very plain, a pair of underwear, a loose light blue trousers, and a white T-shirt, these clothes were all bought before his debut, all of them were stalls, and he was too busy to go shopping in the past few months.

Although it is now winter, because it is at home, the central air conditioner will always intelligently adjust the temperature, so it is enough to wear these.

After getting dressed, he looked at his watch, and it was only past four o'clock in the morning.

Meng Zuo breathed a sigh of relief and opened the door, it was pitch black inside the villa, and it was still dark outside, so there was almost no light.

However, Meng Zuo found that not only his body had changed now, but he had also improved more than a little bit in other aspects, such as hearing and eyesight, as well as his sense of smell.

Although there is very little light now, he can still feel his position through hearing and sight, and he walks naturally and generously, and does not give in to promises, taking one step for fear of bumping into something.

Meng Zuo went downstairs to get a disposable glove, which was left over from the crayfish eaten by Ai Qiqi and Qin Xiaoling, and after he put it on, he went upstairs and hugged the ball containing tin foil, plastic bags, underwear, and a bunch of filthy spherical objects.

"It doesn't seem to work well in the trash can at home?" Meng Zuo stopped in the hall on the first floor, a little hesitant.

The smell of this thing is too strong, although Meng Zuo has been with it for a long time, he still can't bear the smell, and I'm afraid that the whole villa will be thought about at home.

"Why didn't I know I had so much dirt on me?" Meng Zuo sighed, and then made up his mind and walked to the door.

He was going to rush out and throw the garbage in the public bins outside the villa.

In his mind, he had already made up for the feeling of the cold wind blowing on his face and legs at a few degrees below zero, but Meng Zuo still decided not to do anything, and rushed out and back with lightning speed.

"Rush the duck!"

Meng Zuo pushed open the door with his elbow, and rushed out with a black mass in his arms!

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