My little country

An elixir entered into my belly, although I couldn't make the dialect feel that my destiny would never be free.

But it also gave him such a beautiful feeling in life.

He seemed to see a new world gate called Transcendent opening a gap to him.

Just before he touched this gap, he found that the beautiful melody stopped.

Except for a little fever on the body and a vigorous spirit, the dialect regrets to find that he seems to have no magical changes?

This elixir... just use it?

It shouldn't be, there must be something for you!

The dialect is somewhat unwilling to say:

"Boss... Could it be the elixir that allows people to cultivate immortality just now?"

"Is there anything else I need to do?"

"You think too much." Xiao Yu's Zhao Mang shook his head and said, "This is the body-building pill I refined, a tonic. I'll give you one for fear that your small body will stay up all night and die suddenly."

"Don't think too much about it, your body is incapable of making up, and one coin a week is the limit."

Xiao Yu thought for a while and added: "By the way, in order to transform medicinal power, remember to get up early at six o'clock every day to do the eighth set of broadcast gymnastics!"

"Broadcast... Gymnastics?" The dialect stared at the mighty Zhao Mang with wide eyes.

It is a bit difficult to accept this setting.

Isn't there any secret exercises?

"Don't underestimate the broadcast gymnastics, this is the exercise technique that has been improved by many experts and is most suitable for ordinary people!"

"Remember, don't waste my medicine!"

After speaking, Xiao Yu’s Zhao Mang patted the dialect on the shoulder and continued:

"Let me see your results these days."

"Okay!"

Dialect nodded quickly, and then led Zhao Mang to the studio.

This was supposed to be the living room on the second floor, but it has now been converted into a studio, and the next few bedrooms are corresponding material warehouses.

Xiao Yu's Zhao Mang walked to the workbench and picked up a bottle of cocktail.

"Different from the TV?"

"Of course it's not the same. The cocktails on TV are actually too dangerous." Dialect smiled, and when he talked about his domain, he became more confident and full.

"I used matchlock and changed part of the formula."

"More powerful and safer!"

"Can you burn steel?" Xiao Yu was going to ask how it compares with the nine-layered god Fengwu, but after thinking about his identity, he changed his words.

"Of course, mine is very sticky, enough to melt most of the steel alloys."

"Then...what about these?"

Xiao Yu put down the cocktail bottle and noticed the detonators that looked like firecrackers.

"These are filled high-explosive powder, enough to meet the requirements of most coal mines."

Dialects are quite content with this.

It is not easy to prepare this stuff. You must know that this is the kind of safe and reliable high explosive, and it is a powerful prop that will not cause misfire or explosion.

With this skill, if he is really willing to be cruel, and go abroad, he is really not afraid of not making small money!

But, as far as the dialect character is concerned, he is not a person with that kind of courage.

He could only hold the dragon slaying technique in his hand, but he only dared to make a little noise in the house to make some noise.

"Are there any bulk powders?" Xiao Yu's Zhao Mang picked up and tried. Each firecracker weighed about half a catty.

If such firecrackers were as powerful as blasting explosives, they would certainly not be small if they were put in the small country.

The gate of the Wotong Kingdom, maybe only a firecracker like this can be razed!

"In bulk? Of course there are! I have some left."

The dialect nodded repeatedly and brought out about three kilograms of powder and a bottle of reactant.

In order for these powders to work, in addition to high temperature factors, contact between the reactant and powder is also the most important thing.

Xiao Yu's Zhao Mang waved his hand and released the stealth tricks of the boxes and bottles containing these things, making them disappear in front of the dialect.

Dialect widened his eyes and looked at the empty desktop, muttering enviously:

"This is the space ring, I know, cultivators usually have such a good baby!"

"Unexpectedly, I can see it with my own eyes, ooh, it seems to be one of them!"

After seeing that Zhao Mang had collected the supplies, the dialect took a deep breath and asked boldly:

"Um... Boss, after I leave the bureau with you, is my family okay?"

"My parents are not tired by me, are they?"

"Do not worry."

Xiao Yu smiled, and the incarnate Zhao Mang showed a faint smile to the dialect for the first time:

"After you were rescued by me, they suspended the work of tracing your family."

"At present, your parents, wife and daughter are not affected, but have received protection treatment that ordinary people cannot enjoy."

"Protection treatment?" The dialect blinked and nodded: "Yes, but if the boss is like this, wouldn't it be unsafe for us to be so close to the county seat?"

"How can it be unsafe?"

Xiao Yu's Zhao Mang said: "Counting a kilometer from here, at least ten agile security personnel are watching you."

"You feel safe and unsafe!"

"Ah?" The dialect opened his mouth wide. He was worried about what to do if he was found out, but he didn't expect Thunder God Zhao Mang to tell him, in fact, he had been found here long ago!

So the dialect came to a conclusion.

I was discovered when I was discovered.

I am a chemistry teacher who works for the extraordinary, harmless to humans and animals, but relying on the thighs of the extraordinary, he can temporarily avoid prison!

After Xiao Yu let the dialect work at ease, he couldn't help but discuss his semi-finished power armor with the other party.

Xiao Yu also learned of the lack of power armor.

I know that this thing looks like a good thing at the moment, but after all, is it a lot of hard work?

Xiao Yu decided that it would be better to help bring the dialect back!

Therefore, Xiao Yu disappeared before the dialect in a flash.

When he reappeared, he had already appeared in front of the counter of the small shop, looking kindly at the small shop owner who was dumbfounded.

Xiao Yu stared at this ordinary person, from the perspective of the soul of a formal wizard, and instantly dropped his coercion into the depths of Te'an’s mind, making him unable to resist and unable to forget what Xiao Yu would say next. In a word...

"Please tell your superiors."

"I hope that next time I can see the equipment and tools that you have confiscated and return them to others."

"These are the hard work of others."

After that, Zhao Mang, who Xiao Yu transformed into, got up, used the hand of virtual reality to hold the invisible items, and left the small shop. In a blink of an eye, he disappeared into the woods on the roadside!

Snapped!

When Xiao Yu transformed Zhao Mang's back completely disappeared.

The owner of the small shop only breathed a sigh of relief from the tension, and immediately felt that he was soaked all over.

Deep in the bone marrow, there was even a burst of chill and fear, which made it difficult for him to exert his strength.

He rested for a long time before he regained the strength to call his superiors.

Before long, a courier knocked on the door of dialects.

Then in the dialect stunned, all the things in his home studio were packed and sent over!

The excited yelling dialect suddenly remembered Zhao Mang's attention to that power armor.

He couldn't help but stopped abruptly, and muttered secretly: "I can't change it...The extraordinary boss is also interested in the romance of the man in Mecha?"