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Chapter 689 Master, this time is really not intentional(2/2)

Nezha glared at her little eyes, feeling that she was being targeted by this longbow and ridiculed.

The general's body trembled, his eyes turned red, and he almost cried with joy.

What kind of strange phenomenon is this? What is the opportunity?!

Choose the master of the magic weapon!

This must be the legendary master of the magic weapon!

Do you want to embark on a counterattack path, become a title, fight for the title of marquis, marry a powerful woman, and reach the peak of your life!

"Get your general's sword!"

The general guarding the city gate shouted loudly, threw the sword in his hand to the armored soldiers behind him, bulged his arms, took a lunge, made a bow-pull, and looked at the sky.

"open!"

The bowstring trembled slightly at a slight amplitude, but the general's face turned red, and his whole body was trembling constantly. A turbid air fell from the back door, causing a "buck" sound.

Just when he heard the jingling sound, a rushing man foaming at his mouth and fell to the ground.

After a while, the goalkeeper knelt on the ground weakly. The sound of the Erhu came from somewhere, causing his eyes to gradually lose their light. He slowly lay on the ground, waving the earth weakly.

The heaven and the earth, why should we treat him so cruelly!

Since it is a treasure that he has no chance, why do you still give him that hint!

After all, he was just a mediocre intermediate general in Chentangguan, who could only receive a small salary and earn a small reputation. When he saved enough money, he would go home to be a mediocre landlord, buy a few beautiful maids, and spend his life in an ordinary way...

No!

"Here, I'll try again."

Nezha read his nostrils with his fingers, stretched out his little hand, and the Qiankun Bow suddenly fell into his little hand.

This time, he took a light breath, his little face was full of seriousness, and he followed the position of the goalkeeper just now, took a lunge, and looked up at the sky.

Inhale, transport power, surging immortal power, and gathering spiritual energy.

The bowstring is pulled directly!

Nezha smiled in his heart. At this time, he had already thought about how to encourage this uncle who was hit.

First, I pulled the bowstring and showed my magical power, and then smiled gently at the uncle and said:

‘Don’t be discouraged, I am the reincarnation of an immortal.

As long as you practice hard, you can do it a hundred squats, tilts, lying on a hundred times a day, and run fifty miles back and forth."

“Huh?”

Nezha suddenly felt the longbow absorbing his spiritual power, and the bowstring had been pulled apart half.

Widths of red light gathered between his hands, and an arrow in the city tower slowly dissipated, and quickly condensed in front of Nezha, perfectly embedded in the longbow.

The Qiankun Bow opens!

The sky-shaking arrow is coming!

Nezha felt that he still had enough strength, so he tried to spread his little arm, and the longbow was pulled apart for most of it!

This arrow!

Nezha suddenly had a kind of passion to shoot through the sky, just like the legendary Dayi shooting the sun!

I can continue to come! I still have more energy!

"Hey!"

Let me see how your longbow is really diving!

Click, snap!

Nezha was caught off guard, and the bowstring in his hand suddenly lost its strength, and his body was unbalanced and leaned back!

After looking closely, the longbow's bow body broke directly, and several pieces of fingernail size jumped out, and little Nezha also sat on the ground.

"Ah this!"

Gu—

Nezha's Adam's apple trembled a few times, and he could imagine the scene of his father being angry.

The gate of Chentang Pass was extremely quiet in an instant. The goalkeeper stared at the broken longbow in front of him, and couldn't help but feel sad, and realized that the simple and beautiful wish just now was difficult to realize.

On Xiaoqiong Peak, Li Changshou frowned and looked at the scene, wanting to laugh but a little worried.

Daozu wouldn't think he was making trouble on purpose, right?

This wave of pure misunderstandings is that Mr. Bai Ze’s skills are not up to standard, and it has nothing to do with him.

On the other side of the bronze mirror, the boy Biyun had already picked a basket of wild flowers and jumped back to his cave.

Although the boy didn't know what he had experienced, he became a little happier inexplicably.

"What are you going to do?"

Ling'e asked in a low voice, and the few people continued to stare at the bronze mirror.

Nezha stood up with a pat on his butt, tied the broken longbow with a cloth belt wrapped around the longbow, and flipped the slingshot string guiltily, and said to the general:

"If my father asks, you say I broke it, don't worry."

The general was immediately grateful and almost cried.

"That," Nezha murmured in a low voice, "If my father doesn't ask, don't take the initiative to say that this thing is just a decoration, an old object, and it's useless."

"Yes, yes, I will understand, don't worry, the third young master."

Nezha nodded calmly, carried the bow and arrow, jumped onto the city tower lightly, returned the longbow to its original position, and then looked around with guilt.

Skip away.

On Xiaoqiong Peak, several fairies chuckled repeatedly, but Li Changshou was puzzled secretly, not knowing how the script of Heavenly Dao should be staged.

Could it be...

So, a few hours later, it was late at night and people were quiet.

A black shadow quietly penetrated into the city tower, took away the longbow, and sent the assembled longbow back before dawn.

Li Changshou hid in the dark and watched the shadow, really laughing and crying.

This Maitreya takes on everything and does everything. He is a good senior brother of Western education and becomes a repairman.

early morning.

In the Li family, Li Jing heard the rumors and took Nezha straight to the city tower, and saw a flawless longbow.

By the way, the three arrows are all the same length.

Li Jing sighed in his heart, shook his head slightly, and sighed to the longbow:

"Thank you, Xingjun."

In the corner, a slightly fat Taoist priest smashed the wall, turned around and escaped, leaving behind a cold snorkeling.
Chapter completed!
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