Don't ask. If you ask, it means that the author has experienced it before.
His savings, which were not rich to begin with, added fuel to the fire. His savings of 1.20 yuan was left with 52 yuan.
Zhou Zhenhua suspected that the system was scamming him. It was too damn expensive.
After thinking about it, he felt that something was wrong. He should buy one for his daughter, right?
Kacha, fifty cents was gone.
Don't ask. If you ask, it should be expensive for a child's toothbrush. How could this be reasonable?
Looking at the remaining two cents, Zhou Zhenhua's heart turned cold.
Now, he finally understood that the system would have a big instant kill every week, and there would be a single item instant kill every day.
The things that were instantly killed were completely random.
Thinking about it, there was also the thrill of opening a blind box. Perhaps one day, he could instantly kill a tractor or jeep with a penny. It was simply awesome.
The problem was that the nine items were worth one cent.
It was a one-hit kill for a single item. It was a single item, and it was a penny. No matter what, he felt that he had lost out.
But you're going to say no? Wouldn't that be even more of a loss?
No matter what this instant kill was, he would not suffer a loss or be fooled.
The best would be a set. You see, the Phoenix couple bicycle is considered a product, but two bicycles are great.
Zhou Zhenhua put on his clothes and went to the courtyard. He hummed and hummed as he practiced a set of boxing techniques. It was the newly learned Eighteen Drops of Clothes.
Don't ever think of him as being very dashing and handsome like he was on TV.
No!
It didn't exist at all!
In reality, this punch wasn't very enjoyable to watch. Especially when it came to actual combat, none of them looked good.
Piercing his eyes, picking his nose, slapping his ears, kicking his private parts, how ruthless could he be?
As for what you see on TV, it's called visual art. Do you understand art? One had to say that this Eighteen Drops was similar to Taiji Fist.
What they paid attention to was how to use four taels to deflect a thousand pounds.
The men of Old Four Nine City all liked a sport called wrestling.
Everyone should know how it came to be. Although the Qing Dynasty had fallen, some things were still passed down.
There was a special way to fall, and He Yuzhu was an expert in this.
In terms of falling down, there was no one in the surrounding alleys who could beat him, be it the older generation or the younger generation.
In the past, the two of them were evenly matched, and Zhou Zhenhua had a higher chance of winning.
But now, Zhou Zhenhua reckoned that he could knock him down if he touched him.
There were many martial monks performing on the internet. They fell down one after another. The title of the video was called "Eighteen Drops of Soaked Clothes."
Wasn't this nonsense?
So this martial art was specially used to make him fall? It wouldn't hurt if he fell…
As for its origin, there were many different opinions. Some said that it came from Shaolin's 18 Ultimate Skills, while others said that it came from Wudang. The Songxi branch of Wudang had this 18 Diao Kungfu.
As for how it came about, this…was not important.
Zhou Zhenhua did not care about this. He felt that his muscles and bones were completely stretched out. Many impossible movements were done with ease. He did more than ten somersaults without feeling dizzy.
Wait a minute? Why did martial artists like to do somersaults? Are you stupid?
It was not like he was trying to show off and fool the laymen. He looked at it and saw that it was flipping over. Yo, this was amazing. It was real martial arts!
Clapping his hands, he walked forward with a gong in his hands." Give me some money, and I'll have a meal for the day."
He had never heard of a true expert who liked to somersault.
Zhou Zhenhua felt that this was a good thing. He flipped forty times in one go. If it weren't for the fact that the yard wasn't big enough, he could have flipped for a day.
It couldn't be helped. It was novel.
After all, ordinary people would want to practice with anyone who suddenly learned an awesome martial art.
For example, when you first learned how to ride a bicycle, did you want to ride it to the toilet?
However, after that period of time, it was just that. He didn't even ride it when he was asked to. He was too tired.
Zhou Zhenhua was still addicted to it, and he was still not satisfied after flipping through it.
He looked at the time. It was six o'clock sharp.
After thinking for a while, he put on his military coat again and ran out.
"Oh, Third Master…Oh, I saw wrongly. Third Master hasn't woken up yet.”
Zhou Zhenhua did a few somersaults in front of Third Uncle's door, feeling extremely handsome.
After he left the house, he ran around the alley. When he reached the main road outside, he raised his watch and two bicycles appeared.
Pushing one in each hand, she started running into the courtyard again.
He regretted it after taking two steps. Wasn't he stupid?
The people in the courtyard hadn't even woken up yet. Why did they run so far?
She put the car away and let it out at the door.
He looked around to make sure that Third Uncle hadn't gotten up to pee before pushing the cart into the courtyard.
She pushed it all the way home, but she felt that this action was purely out of boredom. Couldn't she just leave it in the courtyard? He had to lie anyway.
He had no choice. He had just somersaulted and suffered a cerebral hemorrhage early in the morning. No normal person would be able to do such a thing.
Zhou Zhenhua reflected deeply on himself and felt that his mind was clear before he went into the kitchen.
There was really nothing left of yesterday's dishes.
If it weren't for the fact that the two old men had drunk too much, they would probably have licked the plate.
He looked at the ingredients at home. It was so early in the morning, so he decided to make noodles.
He put the buns that he hadn't eaten yesterday back into the pot.
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