Luo Miaoyin's pants pocket can take out a pot of bags under the eyes that is more than one meter long.

Xiao Sun can also take out an iron rod more than one meter long from his waist.

You were all circus jugglers in your last life, right?

Compared with you, hiding thunder in the crotch is child's play.

And these two sticks look very familiar.

Isn't this the iron rod supporting the canvas on his cot?

That's absolutely right, there's green paint on it.

The support frame underneath the camp bed was crushed by itself.

But the two sticks were intact.

Didn’t Xiao Sun throw away the camp bed?

When did you put these two iron rods away?

Moreover, what is the principle behind wrapping the two ends?

Xiao Sun took out two sticks and played with them one by one.

It seems that I have been prepared for it for a long time, and it seems that I have practiced it many times.

The two short sticks were connected together in Xiao Sun's hand.

The original two short sticks turned into a weapon over two meters long, thick at both ends and thin in the middle.

Xiao Sun relied on his not-so-tall figure to play with a two-meter-long stick.

Very comfortable and skillful.

The temperament of the little grandson with a stick in his hand and the little grandson with no hands are immediately different.

This stick made Xiao Sun's eyes dazzled when he played with it, it was comparable to a propeller.

"I'm still wondering because my grandson didn't sleep last night and was always tinkering outside.

It turns out they are making weapons."

Cai Gen didn't even need to turn around when he heard that Zhen Shuiyin was coming.

There was no one except her to check whether Xiao Sun was sleeping or not at night.
Chapter completed!