wiped and wiped, looked and looked, Wang Fatzi even found a flashlight, shone his head, and put his face on the mirror to check carefully. Gasping for breath at great speed, the hot air that spewed out made the mirror that had just been wiped clean once again covered with a layer of fog.

"How so?" Wang Fatzi couldn't figure out why he became the way he is now.

Before, Wang Fatzi was dirty, and he hit the iron for three days in a row, and he was smoky, and he was not a person who loved beauty and liked to look in the mirror, so he didn't notice any changes at all.

When he finished taking a shower and looked in the mirror to see how thin he had become, he suddenly realized that something was wrong.

After confirming it again and again, Wang Fatzi already had a guess in his heart, but he didn't intend to admit that fact.

Ouyang Jinyu shaved Wang Fatzi's hair before, making him a bald fat man, and then he grew out, and he didn't care. It's still short anyway, so it doesn't need to be taken care of.

But today, when I looked in the mirror and saw the mottled white hair hidden in my hair, Wang Fatzi was really scared.

Not only is his hair gray, but his beard is also a little white.

"Come out! Come out! What's going on? Wang Fatzi shouted in his heart with bronze arm armor.

After a long time, the bronze arm armor replied: "I warned you before that forcibly using the bronze arm armor will consume your lifespan, and you will die!" ”

"Don't talk this, why do I have gray hair? Life overdrawn? "Wang Fatzi is very confused now, and he doesn't want to listen to the nonsense of the bronze arm.

"That's right, every time you use the bronze arm armor for one minute, it is equivalent to four years of life, you have a total of six minutes, which is twenty-four years of life, the consumption of life here also represents the aging of your body, you yourself are twenty-eight years old, plus twenty-four years, you are now 。。。。。。" The bronze arm armor was calculated in detail for Wang Fatzi.

But there is no need to continue with the bronze arm armor, Wang Fatzi already knows, he never dreamed that he was now an old man over half a hundred years old.

"Hehehe, hahahahaha。。。。。。" Wang Fatzi smiled very reluctantly, laughing so much that tears came out: "I have earned it, at least I know that I can live to be fifty-two years old!" ”

When the fat man said this, his face was extremely hideous, and he felt that he was likely to be deceived by the bronze arm armor. He felt that the bronze arm armor, like some evil magic weapons in some fantasy that he had seen before the end of the world, had grown itself by encroaching on the host.

The more he thought about it, the more angry he felt in his heart, the more he felt that he had been deceived, and he completely forgot about the fact that he had forced him to die and let the bronze arm armor come out.

But at this point, even if he resented the bronze arm armor, he had no choice, so he looked at himself in the mirror again, and suddenly the fat man looked at himself carefully as if he had grasped something.

Touching his face, Wang Fat Man looked up and down, left and right, left and right several times, and those who didn't know thought that Wang Fat Man was narcissistic, but if you look closely, you will find that Wang Fat Man is not touching his face at all, but pulling his face.

Where would a narcissistic person pull his face so hard, looking at his fat face like a bun in the mirror, Wang Fatzi spoke again: "No, my hair is white, why hasn't my face changed?" ”

When he asked this question, Wang Fatzi actually still had a trace of illusion, hoping that the bronze arm armor was deceiving himself in the matter of life consumption.

"According to my analysis, your genes contain an immortal gene, of course, this immortal gene refers to your appearance, and your body organs will still age, so when you are twenty-eight years old, and when you are fifty-two years old, it doesn't look like much has changed!" The bronze arm armor gave Wang Fatzi such an explanation.

Wang Fatzi naturally can't accept it, but the fact is here, Wang Fatzi doesn't want to accept it, and he has to accept it.

After getting the bad news that he was fifty-two years old, Wang Fatzi was silent for a long time, and his mood gradually became gloomy.

Even if Cui Dami called him, he didn't pay attention, lying on the bed alone, staring at the ceiling, thinking about things.

The bronze arm armor said that he had some immortal genes, and it seemed that this was really the case. Wang Fatzi recalled the past, and he remembered that when he was fifteen or sixteen years old, it was about the same as when he was almost thirty years old.

At that time, he was standing with her, and someone actually asked her if he was her uncle, and she laughed crazy at that time, but he was embarrassed for a long time, and even today he still remembers the scene at that time.

However, as time passed, the original young face slowly became mature, but he did not continue to age as others said.

Those young faces have been left traces by the years, but he has remained the same for more than ten years.

Thinking of this, Wang Fatzi didn't know whether to be happy or unhappy.

He shaved his hair to keep himself bald and not let others see his gray hair.

One day longer than expected, he came to the City of Freedom, and on the morning of the fifth day, Wang Fatzi was ready to go on the road with Lin Yiting.

Since yesterday afternoon, after he found out about his changes, he has been locking himself in his room, and when he was ready to leave today, Wang Fatzi realized that he had forgotten to learn how to drive a motorcycle.

But when Wang Fatzi saw the three-wheeled motorcycle, he was really dumbfounded.

The reason is very simple, in Wang Fatzi's image, he thinks that the three-wheeled motorcycle should be the style of motorcycle ridden by the Japanese army during the Anti-Japanese War.

And in Wang Fatzi's image, the kind of three-wheeled motorcycle that is now something that only rich people can afford.

So when Cui Hong said three-wheeled motorcycles, Wang Fatzi didn't care too much, he always thought that it was the kind of three-wheeled motorcycle that could be handsome.

But what is in front of him, he can only smile bitterly, this is the kind of tricycle that is often seen on the street by the small stalls and vendors used to carry and sell goods.

In Wang Fatzi's imagination, the three-wheeled motorcycle of the rich and handsome to show off his wealth and flirt with his sister is completely different things, and it is not an exaggeration to say that the difference between cloud and mud is not an exaggeration.

Of course, later Wang Fatzi found out, that thing was called "nephew" or side three wheels, side three wheels. And that thing is not what Wang Fatzi imagined, riding it can represent the rich and handsome, it is completely because Wang Fatzi has no knowledge.

Think about it, if you ride a nephew, no matter how hung you look, there is no Lamborghini or Ferrari style.

Since this is already the case, it is impossible for Wang Fatzi to let the family get him another one, so he has to ride it and learn to ride a three-wheeled motorcycle with the help of others.

This three-wheeled motorcycle is very easy to learn because it has three wheels and does not fall, unlike two-wheeled, which will fall if it is not well controlled.

It only took ten minutes for Wang Fatzi to master the driving skills of a three-wheeled motorcycle.

(End of chapter)