.

If I hadn't known that I might not be able to beat it, Mo Ran really wanted to punch the face that seemed innocent but was actually flat.

Even so, he couldn't help but tighten the fist gloves in his hand.

Wang Wen noticed the faint light on the boxing gloves and recalled the high and low duo he had encountered.

This is what the fists on the small man’s hand looked like.

It seemed very powerful and knocked down a lion monster with one punch.

If it weren't for not knowing where the gloves were taken by the little man and could not be found near the sharing point, Wang Wen would have wanted to take them over and put them on and try it out.

This kind of boxing glove has not been exposed to much in my previous life.

I only know that it is probably the effects of protection and enhancement.

His fighting tools tend to be swords and sticks, and he can only be said to be good at using weapons such as fists and claws.

But considering that you have not obtained World Tower prop-type weapons yet, you can use fist gloves as well.

It's better than nothing.

Mo Ran found his gaze, and didn't know what he was thinking, thinking that he was provoking, so he immediately raised his fist and said angrily: "Dharma Hand, 390-layer rare prop, do you want to try it?"

When Wang Wen heard this, his eyes lit up and thought to himself that this child was simply understanding!

He nodded quickly and said, "Is it really OK? How embarrassed!"

While saying polite words, he reached out to untie the gloves under Mo Ran's stunned gaze.

Mo Ran stared in shock and looked at him taking away the gloves and looking left and right, and asked in confusion: "What are you doing?"

"Huh?" Wang Wen looked back at him in confusion and immediately reacted: "Oh, yes, yes, try putting it on, look, you are the emperor, the eunuch is anxious, hahaha..."

Without noticing Mo Ran's dark face at all, Wang Wen happily put on his 390-layer rare prop [Dharma Hand].

He opened his hands and tried the fit, then raised his hand and punched the hole wall next to him.

"Bang!"

The gloves are very protective, and they directly punch the hard hole wall into a hole as big as a pineapple without feeling the pain.

Wang Wen took off the gloves with satisfaction and returned them to Mo Ran, and analyzed pertinently: "The protection is OK, and the enhancement is average. Why don't you use gloves with more than 400 layers?"

Mo Ran was almost blown up, and he twisted his neck and was too lazy to pay attention to him.

Wang Wen thought he was ashamed to mention topics such as not being able to get high-level props.

He patted his shoulder with understanding and comforted him, "Don't hurry and take your time. One day I can use it. I will help you pay attention when the tower floor is high in the future."

Mo Ran turned around and waved his fist as the size of a casserole and said angrily: "Do you XXX write novels? Live all day long in your own fantasy world?"

Wang Wen asked in surprise: "How do you know? My hobby is to write novels! I also thought that I would write an autobiography when I retire and don't climb the tower. It's called "Returning from the Nine Hundred Floors"! How about it? Is it fashionable?"

"Nine hundred layers?" Mo Ran snorted coldly and looked at him repeatedly: "Sleep more often if you have nothing to do, you have everything in your dream."

The two were having a happy chat.

All kinds of strange-shaped little things around were kowtowing.

The old and young thing holding the toothpicks were also squeaking.

Seeing Wang Wen punching the hole in the wall, it screamed even more happily.

Zhu Xingguo walked over with Ren Ruanruan, who had only covered in one piece of clothing, and asked Wang Wen in confusion: "Captain, what should we do next?"

Wang Wen shrugged and said to Moran: "Team leader Mo Da said that he couldn't hurry up and study weirdness. What should I do next?"

So Zhu Xingguo turned his head and looked at Mo Ran again.

Mo Ran swept the little thing kneeling all over the ground and shook his head and said, "It's not these, my sense of depression comes from others."

"Squeak squeak!!!"

Seeing Ren Ruanruan being carried out by Zhu Xingguo below, the old and young man screamed as if he was about to die.

Wang Wen felt embarrassed to continue hanging it, so he followed the random talk.

The old guy pointed at Ren Ruanruan and pointed at Wang Wen's health in his hand.

Wang Wen thought about it and tried to hand over the water for good health.

The old guy jumped while shouting.

A group of "basketballs" surrounded it all stretched out their small paws to take the bottle of healthy water.

Then the old guy walked under Ren Ruanruan's body, took out a wooden pole that looked like a blow-out, and blew it at Ren Ruanruan's back.

A transparent short needle flew out.

Wang Wen blocked the wooden board while he was still in the air.

He used the old method to test the reactions of short needles and purple-black blood on Ren Ruolou ankles in confusion.

It was found that the purple-black blood, which was streaked by the transparent liquid on the short needle, returned to its normal color.

Wang Wen used tweezers to hold a short needle and pointed at his soft ankle and chatted with the old guy.

The old guy pointed at the healthy water held by his "basketballs" and said a few words.

Wang Wen nodded thoughtfully and applied the transparent liquid from the short needle to the wound where the soft ankle was soft.

The purple and black faded.

Let Ruanruan's face turn pale.

His body suddenly stiffened and then he stopped breathing.

Zhu Xingguo was shocked and didn't know how to deal with his hands and feet.

Mo Ran was stunned, and his gaze focused on the ankle and the short needle swept back and forth.

Wang Wen frowned with a short needle and his face was solemn and frowned.

He pointed at Ren Ruanruan and asked the old guy: "What does it mean to kill the person you took my water but killed me?"

The old guys are chatting.

Zhu Xingguo said to Wang Wen carefully: "Captain, I have a prop, which is a bit like a synchronous translator outside the tower. Do you want to try it?"

"Translation props?" Wang Wen asked: "Why didn't you say this kind of thing earlier?"

Zhu Xingguo called the aircraft to retrieve the props stored and handed them out and said, "It's mainly because you talked with them very much. I thought you could understand the other party's language."

Wang Wen was cheated by herself and silently took the headset-style props and put them on.

I tried to say, "Hey, can I hear it? How do I use this thing?"

The sound has not changed, and the sentence has not changed.

Zhu Xingguo was about to explain, but he heard the old and young people on the ground shouting.

Wang Wen asked it hesitantly: "You mean, feed her water?"

This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content behind! The old guy was stunned, as if he was very happy, and he was chirping.

After hearing this, Wang Wen nodded, retrieved a bottle of healthy water from the aircraft, turned around and dripped it on the wound of the soft ankle.

People who even stop breathing are already dead.

As a result, I just drowned and took a long breath.

The body gradually regained its softness.

There was a little blood on my face.

The old guy looked very happy, dancing and roaring around.

Wang Wen looked at it with a complicated expression.

Zhu Xingguo around him asked curiously: "What is it talking about?"

Wang Wen raised the bottle and said, "It says that water is the source of life."

A few minutes later.

Wait until the soft breathing returns to normal.

I fed her some healthy water into my mouth.

Such a person who had almost died not long ago slowly opened his eyes.

Seeing the people around her, she asked strangely: "What's wrong?"

His voice was still a little hoarse.

But it was obvious that consciousness was awake.

Wang Wen asked: "How do you feel?"

"What does it mean? What's wrong with me?" Ren Ruanruan had no idea what happened.

Zhu Xingguo said to her: "You were fainted by monster poisoning, and you might have almost been eaten by them as barbecue."
To be continued...