"Do you think you're a Saint Seiya? What about the golden garments...... Hahahaha. Lin Xue'er laughed exaggeratedly on the side.

Maybe she was stimulated by Qi Zihuan's unknown words just now, her mood was inexplicably high-pitched, and the original delicate and beautiful persona had already collapsed.

But the strange scene she saw next made her laugh stop abruptly.

She couldn't have imagined that the bright yellow armor really moved.

First he supported his elbows on the ground, turned over and sat down, and then with his sleeves propped up, he stood there as if he was being dressed. Then the hem bent slightly, jumped to the top of Qi Zihuan's head and slowly fell, and even fine-tuned the angle a few times in mid-air, and finally put it on Qi Zihuan's body perfectly.

The helmet was simple and crisp, knocked lightly on the ground, and flew directly to Qi Zihuan's head to wear it.

Finally, there were two combat boots, they kicked and strode to the front, but when Qi Zihuan raised his foot to put it on, one of them jumped to the side. It wasn't until Qi Zihuan came to his senses and kicked off the Nadi brand sneakers on his feet that he successfully put them on.

It's quite fitting, if you take a bow and ride a horse, you can go directly to Hengdian to perform a braided play.

Lin Xue'er was also a little nervous, squinting her eyes and waiting for what kind of suit effect Qi Zihuan could play.

There was no movement.

Qi Zihuan, who was wearing armor and helmet, stood in place, and even the two-headed monster's punch with a strong wind did not dodge, allowing it to hit his chest, and he was smashed and stumbled back two steps.

Another punch, two more steps back.

What's going on? Burning the Universe? Lin Xue'er was full of question marks.

……

The former owner of the armor was Niu Lu Ezhen, who was inlaid with a yellow flag in the Manchu Dynasty, although his rank was not high, but he was famous for his bravery and good fighting, and he would take the lead in every battle, leading his three hundred soldiers to rush to the front of the battle, and finally was besieged and died during a siege of the city and climbed the wall.

Although his soul was lost after his death, the strong fighting spirit remained in the armor, and over the years, the armor actually cultivated a trace of spirituality.

The moment Qi Zihuan's armor came, he only felt a broken and fierce thought rushing to his brain, and then the scene around him changed, and the two-headed monster and Lin Xue'er were no longer seen.

He shook the reins, and the whip fell, and the brown horse under his crotch was in pain, and he spread his hooves and ran forward. The distance of an arrow was instantaneous, and he crashed into the enemy line without slowing down, dodging the spear with his side head, and the tiger tooth knife in his hand danced continuously, slashing straight at the nearest enemy, the hard bones only blocked the blade for a moment, and the opponent's entire arm fell from his body, hot blood splashed on his face.

He held his breath in the snow on the hillside, his eyes narrowed slightly, his pupils constricted, and he stared at the enemy troops below the mountain. His fingers quietly put on the feather arrows, the green tendons on his arms burst out, and the bowstring had been pulled to the fullest. As the military order came not far away, he loosened his fingers, and the sharp arrow flew out with the sound of breaking through the sky, and the arrow flashed with cold light, and suddenly disappeared into the neck of a soldier who was looking up and drinking.

He bit the ladder knife and hid his whole body behind the shield wall of the cart as much as possible, and galloped with the other two soldiers to push the cart. Countless arrows were shot from the air, obscuring the sun and nailing them to the shield wall covered with cowhides, making an "aggressive" sound. Beside him, a cart was smashed by a boulder, or someone fell to the ground with an arrow in the leg and wailed, but he still rushed under the city wall under cover. The first arrivals had already set up a ladder, and stones and hot oil kept falling from the walls, and he rushed up with a knife with red eyes.

Qi Zihuan fought in one slaughtering battlefield after another.

He was covered in blood, and he was badly wounded.

He kills, he is killed.

Eventually, silence returned.

……

Bang!

Qi Zihuan took two more steps back, the dim golden light on his body flickered and finally went out, his back was against the wall, and there was no way to retreat.

He suddenly raised his head, rubbed the sore spot in his chest, a contemptuous smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, tilted his head to look at Lin Xue'er and said, "Fortunately, your baby's IQ is not high, otherwise I will be ugly even if I don't die." ”

Lin Xue'er was depressed by what he said.

You must know that she originally planned to let the little ghost devour the soul of the master later, but now because of Qi Zihuan's intervention, the old knife has been hung up before it is fused, and the soul is scattered and incomplete, which directly causes this monster to look stupid and dull, which can be seen from the fact that it has a door and does not leave, and insists on breaking through the wall to enter.

"Stop talking this nonsense! Do you think you are the prince when you wear a dragon robe? Your wooden sword can't hurt it at all, and now that you don't have a talisman spell, what can you do with this broken cotton robe? I'm going to take a good look at how you've been punched to death. Lin Xue'er hated in her heart and shouted hysterically.

Qi Zihuan didn't care, and said lightly: "Oh? Punch by punch? It's a good idea. ”

I saw that his face was condensed, his eyes were suddenly sharp, he waved his hand to put away the peachwood sword, raised his head vertically, lowered his shoulders and loosened his hips, his legs were slightly bent in a half-squatting shape, and his hands were held in front of his chest.

Authentic Manchu Buku gestures.

Obviously, the figure is a little thin, but after such a simple single station, there is a kind of bearish wind and tiger might.

The two-headed monster couldn't tell the situation, and still raised its fist and pounced.

Qi Zihuan's upper body twisted to the right, a sliding step to get out of the way, both hands buckled the monster's clothes, and with a light hook under his feet, with the strength of his own pounce, he slammed his two heads towards the wall with both arms.

The monster was hit and dizzy, and before he woke up, he was dragged by Qi Zihuan's legs, and fell face down to the ground, and then cut his hands behind his back, pressing it with his knees, and couldn't move no matter how hard he struggled.

Qi Zihuan knelt down on it, punch, punch, punch, and smashed down.

It wasn't until the monster's double-headed skull was twisted and deformed that he stopped, looked back at Lin Xue'er, who was already sluggish, and asked lightly with a smile: "Look, is this the case?" ”

……

Qi Zihuan opened the roller shutter, squinted at the sunshine outside, and continued to open the store.

It's been a month since he came back from Macau, and he has returned to the days of idleness before, and there have been a few times when he wants to enter the demon world to catch ghosts again, but the store next door has just been transferred, and the redecoration is noisy, and several times he has failed to save and settle down.

A month ago, after he smashed that monster to death with his fist, he saw Lin Xue'er aging rapidly, and in a short time she changed from a young girl to a pale face, and she even raised her hand to beg for mercy.

The secret method is backlash, and this is also her retribution.

As for Xiaoxiao, he couldn't find it in the small building, and his phone was always turned off. It wasn't until he crossed the border that he received a text message.

"I've heard that the mission was well done, and the reward will be paid by the committee after you pass the certification. I've left beforehand, and I'll see you later. ”

He paused for a long time with his finger on the phone screen, and finally did not reply, but whispered goodbye in his heart.

Goodbye, Little Red Riding Hood.