Margaret's expression was still very low, and she only shook her head silently after hearing Wednesday's words.

Wednesday sighed deliberately, "Okay, I'm also a poor bastard, now there are only a few dozen copper coins left, from now on, we can only eat and sleep in the open, you have to be mentally prepared," said and threw a piece of clothing he had just bought to Margaret, "Change to men's clothes, you are on the road like this now, only to make trouble for yourself." ”

After Wednesday finished speaking, he closed the door and returned to his room, he also had to change his clothes, although it was said that the monk's robe could add a little talent attribute, but it was too conspicuous, many people had seen him, and he could be recognized at a glance. For safety reasons, it is better to change the monk's robe temporarily, as for his bald head, there is really no good way now, so he can only block it with a hat temporarily, and wait until the hair grows out.

Half an hour later, Wednesday came to Margaret's door and knocked on the door, "Have you changed?" But she heard no answer from Margaret. Is something wrong? Wednesday tightened his heart and pushed the door in, only to see Margaret lying on the bed as if she was asleep, but there were some tears on the sheets.

Something was wrong, Wednesday wondered why Margaret was so sad, like life and death. However, Marguerite should not know about the situation of the elder Buffon, could it be that the elder Buffon told her?

But looking at the little girl curled up on the bed, Wednesday shook her head and changed a blanket for her, and then took the door and left.

Idle, I remembered the "Iron Arm Gong" I just got, and wondered if there was any easy contact information, after all, he didn't have so much time to smash trees and stones every day. And this kung fu is not worth spending too much time practicing, after all, it is just a hard skill, and it is still not very clever.

Thinking of hard work, Wednesday suddenly had an idea in his heart, ran to the blacksmith shop in the town, and found the boss with a beard on his face, "Boss, give me a set of arm guards, which one of the two halves are closed, but unlike the general arm guard, the inside of this arm guard should be uneven and convex, but not too sharp, so that it will not puncture the skin as the standard, and the quality and appearance are not demanding, as long as it can be put on the arm relatively firmly." ”

The blacksmith shop owner looked at Wednesday, but the request was strange but not high, and it was a good deal, so he asked, "Okay, I'll measure it," and said Wednesday's arm twice, "When are you going to pick it up?"

"The sooner the better, preferably in half a day, and then double your wages," said Wednesday, leaving the blacksmith shop with the boss's eager look.

After returning to the inn, Wednesday went to Margaret's room to take a look, and she was probably asleep. Afraid that something would happen to her, Wednesday simply sat cross-legged on the floor and meditated and practiced internal strength, but still left a focus in the room.

Until noon, Margaret had not woken up, probably frightened and tired yesterday. Seeing that the time was almost up, I returned to the blacksmith on Wednesday. When the boss saw Wednesday, he hurriedly brought a pair of iron armguards to Wednesday, "Sir, how about you take a look?"

Wednesday looked at it, then put it on his arm, buckled the iron buckle, and according to the contact information of "Iron Arm Gong", he poured his arms and then knocked on each other. The Iron Arm let out a dull crashing sound, and the system also made a soft ding, "Ding: "Iron Arm Gong" skillfully +1. ”

Seeing this, Wednesday was happy, and regardless of the panic in his arm, he asked, "How much?"

"Hehe, two gold coins," the boss was very satisfied with Wednesday, and hurriedly said happily.

Wednesday nodded, then took out a broadsword from the inventory that had been captured from the Flame Mercenary Regiment, "Now, I don't have any gold coins on me, use this as collateral, don't tell me it's not enough." ”

This broadsword is not a good sword, but after all, it is also used by junior swordsmen, and it is definitely worth more than Wednesday's pair of arm guards. The boss was a connoisseur, so he naturally knew that although he needed to sell the broadsword again, he would have several more gold coins as soon as he changed hands, so where could he find such a good thing?

Leaving the blacksmith shop, Wednesday did not take off the iron armguards, but kept colliding his arms, stimulating his skin and muscles. Isn't this the case with long-term physical stimulation to produce subtle changes in a certain part of the body, and finally achieve the purpose of enhancing attack or defense.

"Iron Arm Gong" is a kung fu that is both offensive and defensive, and if it is practiced, how many people can withstand such a pair of arms hitting their bodies? And Wednesday also came up with such an ingenious practice method. With such a pair of arms every day, the arms are stimulated all the time, and after a long time, it is strange that kung fu cannot be practiced.

But it didn't look good, and it was too noisy to just let the armguards collide like this, so I wrapped them in animal skins from the Malz Mountains, so that I could practice at any time and not make a noisy clang.

Looking at the time, Wednesday didn't let Margaret continue to sleep, and woke her up: "Get up, eat something, let's continue on our way." ”

Margaret opened her bloodshot eyes, looked at Wednesday, and lowered her head and snorted.

The two of them don't have a penny on them now, so they can naturally only eat dry food, and it is the time to flee, so they don't pay so much attention to it.

After eating, Margaret changed into men's clothes, Wednesday looked at it, shook her head and pointed to her chest and said, "Wrap it up, it's too obvious." Margaret blushed, but quickly glared at him fiercely, snapping Wednesday out of the door. After a while, it was opened, and the chest that had been straight had been flattened.

Wednesday continued to look up and down, and circled around, then shook his head and said, "The hair is not good, it's too obvious, make it short." ”

Margaret screamed in anger, "Why should I listen to you!"

Wednesday was taken aback by Margaret's sudden outburst, he had no idea why she was so angry, his tone was not so polite, but now she was running for her life, she wouldn't even be willing to bear this grievance, right?

Although there were some fluctuations in his heart, Wednesday's face did not change in the slightest, looking at Margaret's eyes slowly became cold, and he said calmly for a while: "Five minutes, if you can't do it, I'll come." ”

"I won't," Margaret looked up forcefully, refusing to cut her hair short, though she was forced to dodge a little by Wednesday's eyes.

Wednesday suddenly rose up in annoyance, strode over to Margaret's side, then grabbed her by the shoulders and pinned her to the bed, and regardless of her struggles and screams, drew her ring knife and shaved her black hair flat with a click.

After looking at it afterwards, Wednesday nodded with satisfaction, then let go of Margaret's shoulders and said seriously: "If you don't want to die, just listen to me, otherwise you can go wherever you like, and I won't accompany you to die." ”

Margaret glared at Wednesday with hatred on her face, and finally turned her head away from Wednesday as if she had endured a great insult.

Wednesday still couldn't figure out where she got such a big temper? Could it be some misunderstanding? But he didn't know where to explain, so he said coldly: "From now on, your name is Adrian Eugene, my name is Bruce Lee, don't get confused, although I don't know why those people arrested you, you should know the consequences." ”

After saying this, Wednesday picked up Margaret's shaved hair and burned it all, and then dragged Margaret out of the inn with a frosty face.

From the moment she left the inn, Margaret didn't say a word, as if Wednesday was the culprit in it all. Wednesday couldn't figure out why the little girl who was fine a few days ago suddenly became like this, not like her character. But since Margaret didn't speak, she didn't bother to ask her anything on Wednesday, anyway, she just had to send her to Fox City.

If Margaret really doesn't cooperate, Wednesday doesn't bother to care about her, isn't it just a task. If you spend a few months going to the mercenary union, you can also brush up on a few hundred contribution points, so there is no need to look at her cold face and get angry.

After all, Marguerite and Buffon Sr. still don't understand Wednesday's temper, he seems to be kind and easy to talk, but in fact, as a normal earthling, Wednesday won't compromise for something. It's not like whoever leaves can't live, Wednesday thought.

But before Margaret takes the initiative to turn around, Wednesday still has to think about what to do along the way. Margaret's attitude, in particular, made Wednesday feel even more bored and worried, always feeling that something was going to happen.

The feeling of two people walking on the road sullenly and not talking to anyone is really awkward. Thinking that such days would last for many months, Wednesday felt more and more that it was not worth it, but thinking of the perverted force value of old Buffon, Wednesday didn't dare to really leave Margaret and leave alone, so he could only patiently help Margaret get food and ask for directions.

Fortunately, he is not without gains, walking all the way, Wednesday has been practicing his iron arm gong, at first it was just a gentle stimulation, and then the power used is getting bigger and bigger, two days down, Wednesday's "iron arm gong" proficiency has reached 1000 points, encountered a new bottleneck, but Wednesday still has something to do with the knocking of his arms.

It's okay to be idle, Wednesday experimented with the skill of his iron arm gong, without the blessing of internal force, he can already smash a small tree with a thick arm at once, of course, this also needs to master the strength. If you don't master the skills of exerting force, no matter how much strength you have, you won't be able to exert the desired effect.

As for the defense, Wednesday didn't know how to test it, so he didn't know if his arm was invulnerable.