Chapter Twenty-Eight: You Liar!

"I'm already yours, do you think you can use those iron tools?"

"Thank you, my wife! I know that you know me in the world, and I will make you the happiest woman. ”

"Well, the flesh is numb! I know you still have something to do. Go ahead, I'll cook and bring it to you in a moment. ”

Zhang Fan didn't speak, kissed Erya's neck, and then left Erya and went to get ironware.

Erya, smiling slightly, her heart was full of happiness.

Zhang Fan came to this underground warehouse again, looking at the mountains of various ironware, his head hurt.

If you move them away one by one, you will have to die of exhaustion.

"Drop! Host needs are detected and wake up. ”

"Hey, isn't this the guy who patted his ass and left? Why don't you sleep today, run out and hang around! ”

When Zhang Fan heard it, it turned out to be the "meteor" that woke up, so he said jokingly.

"Drop! Did the host eat gunpowder today? Why is the tone so rushed. ”

"Hey, I said buddy, don't talk to me about those useless things, just tell me what are you doing here?"

"Drop! Didn't you hear clearly? I detected you, and now I need you so much! ”

"Hahaha, I said buddy, isn't your reason too far-fetched, I need you? You're still thinking too highly of yourself. Zhang Fan said disdainfully.

"Drop! Isn't it? But why did I detect that the host wanted to convert the iron objects in front of me into tools such as "iron sharpeners, sickles, iron carts, saws", etc.? Could it be that my system has a bug and it looks like it still needs to be hibernated. ”

"Wait...... What the little brother said just now was all a joke.

Hey, hey, you don't remember the villain, don't look at the face of the monk to see the face of the Buddha, you help the little brother, and the little brother will definitely honor your old man in the future. ”

"Drop! The host is a community, so why bother with you and me.

If I can help you, I will do my best to help you.

Now you just need to put your palm at the iron you need to convert, imagine in your mind, the item you want to get, and it will automatically convert for you. ”

Zhang Fan unconsciously followed, and the voice in his head moved. He slowly raised his palm, facing a piece of iron, and a green spiral light and shadow appeared in his palm, covering the iron, and imagined the appearance of an iron pin in his mind, and the green light and shadow of the spiral appeared in the shape of an iron pin.

Sizzle! It continued to emit on the iron, and after about 1 minute or so, the green light disappeared.

Iron tools have also become a handful, a new "iron pin".

Zhang Fan was completely stunned this time, picked up this "iron pin", and the feeling of starting was just right.

He hurriedly put down the "iron pin", stretched out his palm, and began to scan the remaining iron tools.

As time passed, the mountains of iron tools in front of me had disappeared and turned into useful tools.

Zhang Fan didn't forget to play a prank, made himself a suit of armor, made a spear, and even carved a few words on it, "Cutting God Spear".

Looking at the dozens of exquisite tools on the ground, Zhang Fan wanted to look up to the sky and laugh.

"Drop! When the host is detected to use it, the function of the iron molecule will be converted, and 7 "Repentance" fragments will be deducted.

Drip! Deduction is complete! Bye-bye~"

Just when Zhang Fan was immersed in joy, a basin of cold water fell from the sky.

As everyone knows, pies don't fall from the sky, and even if they do, don't pick them up. Otherwise, it will either burn your hand or break your hand.

Now Zhang Fan has experienced the feeling of being pitted, and it is a blatant pit.

Zhang Fan, who was proud just now, was like a defeated rooster at this time, drooping his head.

"I said why are you so kind, fuck! It's been tricked again. You're a naked liar, and you don't want to share you or me, so don't take the pieces. ”

Zhang Fan is so angry, but now it has become a reality, and he can only eat Coptis chinensis dumbly, and he can't say anything about his suffering. What makes people feel a little comforting is the tools on the ground, although they are reluctant to give up those "best pieces", but to say that what they need most now is really what is in front of them, the most practical.

"Although you lied to me this time, I still want to thank you, if it weren't for you, I might be a poor dick for the rest of my life."