Five minutes later, the village chief of Biyou Village lived next to the ruins.

The members of the health brigade who rushed to hear the sound confronted the villagers of Biyou Village from afar, and an interesting scene happened in the place between the two groups.

Meng Lang, who was dressed in a decent suit, sat cross-legged in the air with a smile on his face, his expression was indifferent and calm, and he was indifferent to Newton's incompetent and furious spirit in the sky.

On his knees was a nine-string yaoqin with a crystal white body, and a gentle sound of the qin seemed to come from the nine heavens, which made people stop.

The sound of this piano brings to everyone's senses is wonderful, it is sudden and inexplicable, it is free but not like the taste of the world.

Underneath the man who looked like a fairy in the turbid world, Ma Xianhong, with red eyes and angry hair, was wielding all his belongings, struggling to chase down a petite and lovely short-haired beautiful girl.

And Zhuge Dali, who was chased and attacked by him, had already brought the characteristics of the "Meng Family's Footwork" to the extreme, and like her boyfriend, she worked tirelessly to slap Newton in the face.

I saw that the little girl's body was undulating like a faint light and shadow, and she could always be unscathed in the gap of the opponent's attack, and she tended to retreat like a god, and the powerful magic weapons in Ma Xianhong's hands also lost their original role under her careful analysis and response-

The black armor worn on the hands and feet can open mountains and gravel, but it can't touch people.

The magic weapon in his hand could have been inspiring, but at this time, it was entangled by a wisp of wind rope, and it was difficult to make a sound.

As for the magic weapons that appeared in Zhao Haitang's hands before, such as Crying Sky Roar and Liuhezhu, they are even less worth mentioning, and Ma Xianhong, who has lost his mind, is even worse than Zhao Haitang's performance at the Songshan Conference.

The only thing that gave Zhuge Dali a great headache was another flying magic weapon that looked like an iron ball and had strange black and red patterns in between—the Thief Devouring Beast.

During the period of time just now, the little girl dodged and feinted to try and probe, and finally roughly analyzed the role of the thief devouring beast.

'Trouble, this thing can absorb Qi or unleash moves from your opponent's body in combat, and the closer you go, the more suction it seems. Zhuge Dali secretly speculated in his heart, and a drop of cold sweat couldn't help but slide down the corner of his forehead.

Originally, the biggest shortcoming of the little girl was that the cultivation days were short and the amount of Qi was not enough, even if she ate half a peach before, it only made her skills change from "very poor" to "very poor", and did not solve the problem of her lack of endurance.

And in the current battle where delaying time is the first priority, she needs to avoid Ma Xianhong from running out of the range of the piano through dodge and guidance, and she has gradually felt a little overwhelmed by the interference of the thief devouring beast.

Feng Baobao stared at the big black round eyes, holding the sugarcane and chewing it fragrantly: "Sister melon, don't you really need me to help you?" ”

Zhuge vigorously heard this, and while calmly dodging Ma Xianhong's unthreatening attack, he said quickly:

"Sister Bao'er, I took the initiative to do this work today, I won't work for you to do it, can you please bring me the toolkit I put in the RV?"

"Oooh! Wide! Gua Po Niang nodded innocently, "It seems to be a spicy bag embroidered with the Q version of Meng Lang?" ”

Zhuge Dali's face was slightly red, and he nodded lightly: "Yes, that's it!" I'm sorry for your trouble~"

"Gotta get it!"

Seeing Feng Baobao turn around and run back to the RV to get something, Zhuge vigorously looked up in the direction of Meng and asked loudly, "Meng Lang, how long will it take for you to help Village Chief Ma heal his injuries?" ”

The purpose of the little girl asking this sentence was not only to ask Meng Lang about the specific time that needed to be delayed, but also to explain the reason why Ma Xianhong suddenly went crazy to the villagers of Biyou in disguise.

Meng Lang in the air heard this, and smiled helplessly.

"Dali, there's not very good news for you...... Mr. Ma's soul has obviously been passive more than once, and it is very difficult to repair. ”

"How long is big?"

"30 minutes at most."

After listening to Meng Lang's estimate, the little girl quickly made a silent calculation and found that even according to the most optimistic estimates, she could only hold on for less than 28 minutes or so.

Gritting his teeth, Zhuge Dali's little face showed a look of unwillingness, and he looked up at Meng again: "Can you find a way to hurry up?" ”

Meng Lang: (ノへ ̄、)

How do you talk, girl?

A man's mouth, can you say no?

Can men's affairs be called fast?

"Absolutely! Can you do it in fifteen minutes? ”

As he spoke, Meng Lang silently mobilized the golden liquid immortal qi in the Mud Pill Palace.

In the next second, after a rapid change of pitch, Meng suddenly emitted a colorful glow that was more dazzling than the sun, and the speed at which his fingers plucked the strings suddenly accelerated.

The crowd of melon-eating people below were fascinated, but the well-informed little filthy woman Gao Erzhuang looked directly at Meng someone's hands that could pop out the afterimage when playing the piano, and gradually Xia Fei's cheeks couldn't help but beat faster.

'Oh my God! These long, flexible, yet strong fingers...... The little sister of the Zhuge family is so blessed! ’

The tiger girl secretly said that it was a pity, if she didn't like men, it would not be a problem to play with these hands for ten or eight years.

Just when Er Zhuang wanted to get into the wrong, and gradually sketched out most of the wonderful cohabitation life between Meng and the little girl in his mind, Feng Baobao, who went back to pick up the goods, also ran back.

"Gua Mei'er, I'll bring the bag to Liao, do you want claws?"

Zhuge vigorously turned his head and blinked gently.

"Sister Bao'er, help take out the Divine Arm Crossbow and the No. 3 arrow in the bag, and put on the bowstring for me."

"I want to ~ wait a minute~"

A minute later, Feng Baobao threw it lightly, and accurately threw the finished crossbow arrow into Zhuge Dali's hand.

"Sister Gua, do you want another one?"

"No need, just watch me perform next." The little girl smiled confidently, spun lightly to avoid Ma Xianhong's Wang Ba fist, raised her crossbow and aimed slightly, and then pulled the trigger towards the "Thief Devouring Beast".

Suddenly, with a "whoosh" sound, the specially made thickened alloy arrow pierced through the shell of the Dao Devouring Beast with huge kinetic energy.

And the next moment when the arrow broke through the shell, the arrow that shot into the Dao Devouring Beast suddenly made a loud noise, and then a burst of yellow and white high-temperature flames rose up.

In less than a second just now, the high temperature generated by the friction between the arrow and the air ignited the phosphorus powder carried on it, and the phosphorus powder burned to ignite the magnesium strip in the later section, and the magnesium strip burned to ignite the thermite with the largest dose in the later section.

The high temperature of the flame approaching 3000 degrees directly melted the small half of the Dao Devouring Beast, causing it to lose its intact structure and turn into a lump of scrap metal.

After doing all this, Zhuge Dali shrugged his shoulders in the direction of the stunned crowd with a relaxed expression:

"Look~ The magic weapon is sometimes so fragile, junior high school knowledge and 800 yuan of materials are enough to defeat it~"

PS: First update

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