After staring at the golden beetle for a long time, Ma Shuo had to shake his head and sigh.

Even if this thing wasn't pure gold, judging by the glittering sheen on the surface, it wouldn't be soft.

Beetle beetle, just listen to the name and you can imagine its hardness.

Sighing slightly, when he raised his hand to pinch the beetle and held it in front of his eyes in a daze, Ma Shuo's pupils suddenly contracted to the limit.

He felt that the golden beetle in his hand was slowly softening.

As soon as this idea popped into his head, the golden beetle that was shining in his sight was really slowly softening, and even the temperature was getting higher and higher.

And, from the feel and the gaze of the eyes, the speed of softening is getting faster and faster.

While feeling the burning pain in his palms, Ma Shuo subconsciously threw away this "liquid".

"Bang Chang!" the golden beetle reverted to its brilliant hard state before it hit the ground.

And because of the panic, Ma Shuo, who was half a beat slower to react, directly maintained the action of bending down and fishing, watching all this happen in amazement.

"Ancestor bless!" Wiping the cold sweat that didn't exist on his forehead, Ma Shuo instinctively swallowed his saliva. Slowly squatting down and staring at the golden beetle in front of him, he couldn't cry or laugh for a while.

When it comes into contact with his body temperature, it slowly melts into a liquid state.

Although this method solves the problem of eating, the temperature also rises rapidly, which makes Ma Shuo have to hesitate.

If you feel hot in your hand, you can throw it away. But once you eat it in your stomach, it's hard to spit it out again.

But when you think about it, is it your own character to look ahead and look backward?

No!

And "she" went around in such a big circle, just to burn herself?

Thinking of this, Ma Shuo himself couldn't help but smile: "It's really boring to scare yourself!"

After nagging, he picked up the golden beetle again and held it with both hands, and watched the treasure in his hand slowly melt, and when the temperature was about to rise, he immediately put it into his mouth.

Jelly? Golden jelly with no taste?

As soon as such a concept came out of his head, he immediately threw his head up and forcibly swallowed the rapidly melting golden beetle.

The next moment, I felt that my stomach became full in an instant, and even the air exhaled in my lungs was a little hot.

Suddenly, Ma Shuo's heart tightened, and a dangerous thought flashed in his head, and he turned around and ran towards the outside of the City of Truth.

"Whew!" The moment he rushed into the white world, Ma Shuo directly planted his head into the snow pit.

"Hmm!" "Hmm!" the whole body twisted and struggled desperately and kept rolling, from the bare head, neck, arms and arms, it turned as bright red as ripe shrimp.

Ma Shuo's entire chest cavity was now hot and hot, as if a blazing flame was burning in his body. He could barely do anything now except gulp in an endless stream of icy air.

The whole body was like a worm, quickly burrowing into the snow beneath it. Until all traces are gone to the surface, and everything is silent again.

As the clock ticked to the end of the western sky, the depths of the snow pit stirred violently.

"Whoa!"

A right hand covered in golden armor suddenly stretched out from the snowdrift.

When Ma Shuo completely climbed out of the snowdrift and looked down at his hands, the whole person was stunned.

A pair of gold-beetle-like full-finger gloves with almost no weight completely covering both hands and forearms.

Lightweight and comfortable!

After doing a few knuckle exercises, I found that it didn't affect him to do any movements.

The full coverage of the golden gloves was at least eight or nine points similar to the knight's gloves he had seen in the "Gray Mountain Canon", before the Inhuman War.

It's just that since the invention of guns in the middle of the war, these guys who rely entirely on cold weapons to fight have been completely swept into the trash by history.

Both hands clenched into fists and collided hard, only to hear the sound of "bang!" metal collision, and the corners of Ma Shuo's mouth immediately curled.

The sound is crisp and slightly echoing, and the hardness of these gloves is definitely not low!

Then, Ma Shuo felt as if his mental power could be connected to the glove, and his brain just thought of the concept of "put away", only to feel that the glove was slightly hot.

Then, in the blink of an eye, it disappears from the surface of the skin.

"This?" Ma Shuo was slightly stunned when he saw this, and looked at the back of his palm and hand repeatedly, especially the broken frost appeared in front of him again, allowing the glove to penetrate through the body and burrow into the skin, but there was no trace.

This is what you get by eating a gold beetle?

A pair of gloves?

Thinking of this, Ma Shuo directly clenched his hands into fists, and instantly thought of the appearance of those gloves in his head.

In an instant, his hands and forearms were slightly hot, and the beautiful gloves cast of gold reappeared, and Ma Shuo grinned and laughed out loud like a normal child of his age.

"Yo roar! fun! hahaha! interesting, so interesting!"

After releasing the pleasure in his heart, Ma Shuo became the calm and composed guy again, and immediately put away his gloves and turned around and rushed into the city.

Two hours later, directly south of the City of Truth, less than two kilometers into the snow, Ma Shuo ran to the edge of the abyss cliff.

Looking at the hazy sunset, a large area of golden yellow rendered, Ma Shuo pulled out the strange pistol on his waist.

At the edge of the abyss in front of him, there should have been a bridge connecting to the opposite side. But at this moment, only two rusty iron piers remained, and the rotten iron chain hanging down from the abyss in the middle, still trying to prove the importance of this place.

As the narrowest point in the north and south of the entire abyss, except for the western starting point and the eastern sea exit, this place is destined to become the north-south artery of the City of Truth.

At this time, although things have long been wrong, it is still the closest place for Ma Shuo to go to the south.

Gloves, hooked sickle daggers, gem daggers, and pistols have long since lost their original appearance.

At this time, the pistol that Ma Shuo took out no longer had its original magazine. Only under the barrel in front of the trigger, two Ugin pulleys were arranged vertically, and the silk thread on the surface of the pulley, one end, was already tightly tied to the tail of the dagger at the muzzle.

Even the hooked sickle dagger changed its appearance at this moment, like a petrel about to rush into the monstrous waves, and a pair of hooked sickles horizontally seemed to retract the wings on both sides.

Ma Shuo calmed down the excitement in his heart, clenched the pistol and retreated a hundred meters, and quickly rushed towards the cliff with the force under his feet.

When he was close to the edge, he suddenly jumped with force, and at the moment when the person was about to fall in midair, he raised his gun and aimed at a boulder on the edge of the cliff opposite.

I only heard a crisp sound of "bang!", and the hook and sickle dagger of the muzzle flew out instantly. At the same time, he immediately spread his wings and flew towards the opposite bank with the silk thread under the barrel of the gun at great speed.

When Ma Shuo's figure fell off the cliff, he only heard the sound of "ping" on the opposite side.

Then, only listening to the sound of the rapid rotation of the "woo woo" pulley under the cliff, Ma Shuo, who had already fallen off the cliff, actually followed the huge force of the strange spear silk line and quickly "flew" to the opposite side of the cliff.