Li Moxian snorted arrogantly and carefully took back which gold card.

The owner of the shop quickly complimented the subordinates, saying that they were offended for free, and they drank the milk in this glass for free.

Originally, Zhao Ganyu was a little confused, but seeing the shop owner's heartbroken look, it was obvious that he regretted losing these milk.

Zhao Ganyu wanted to use some meat to compensate the boss, but was stopped by Li Moxian.

"Uncle, we can't be generous to such people!"

However, what Li Moxian said is indeed reasonable, because in Zhao Ganyu's opinion, it is fortunate that they have gold cards for these things, otherwise they would be cheated.

After taking a sip of milk, the taste is really good, it is rich and sweet. The natural milk suddenly relieves the spicy taste of the devil's pepper. Everyone knows that it is spicy, but they just can't control it, but only Uncle Zhou and Lu Feng did not try it.

Suddenly, Zhao Ganyu suddenly heard Sun Tongtong's scream...

"ah!"

He was a very burly man. He only had some fabric covering important parts on his body. He had this vigorous and powerful kneaded muscle, tight like a bowstring, and his own aura had a sense of domineeringness.

"Do you want to buy a hammer?" Holding a big black hammer, the man's tone was calm and his attitude was very cold.

"Oh, I want to ask about the treasures of the ancient Nile Island." Lu Feng smiled and asked bluntly when he heard the great man knows Chinese.

"Hmph! There is no treasure you want here! Let's go away!" A strange color flashed in the big man's eyes, and he quickly roared angrily, revealing a ferocious look.

The big man was thinking, Could this guy know the news that I used the treasure in my hand, and would he want to deal with me?

Just as the man's face was calm and his eyebrows were locked tightly, Zhao Ganyu suddenly asked.

"Then... how to sell this big hammer?" Zhao Ganyu asked in confusion. Everyone was also very curious. Such a strange man actually knew Chinese. It seems that he is not only strong, but also very difficult!

"My name is Tiezhu, this is my big iron hammer!"

This silly man suddenly felt joy on his face when he heard the words of business. He seemed to have the tenderness of childhood, but his eyebrows and eyes revealed a sense of depth.

This complex expression made it difficult for Zhao Ganyu to determine what kind of person the man in front of him was.

"You have taken this big hammer."

Zhao Ganyu took the big hammer handed over by the big man. He was a little lost and didn't pay much attention for a while. So he stretched out his hands and didn't care much about how heavy the hammer was. His hands suddenly sank and his face turned slightly red.

"Um!?"

Zhao Ganyu suddenly felt his hands falling like heavy objects. Fortunately, he was strong enough, so he held the big hammer with both hands.

He began to carefully look at the big hammer.

The big iron hammer is dark all over, and some magnificent patterns of string gold are carved on it, mysterious and transparent, mysterious and ancient, as if every inch and every blade on it is so undesirable to describe it in words.

This is a trace of ancient times. It is the treasure of ancient civilization. Holding it in your hands, you can feel the vicissitudes of time.

It's not an ordinary hammer!

"Gan Yu! What are you doing? This hammer cannot be so heavy, right?" Wu Zihao couldn't believe it, because Zhao Ganyu's movement just now seemed to be performing, which made Zihao doubt how heavy the big hammer in Zhao Ganyu's hand was.

But even if the hammer is heavy, Wu Zihao thinks that the hammer can be heavy again? Zhao Ganyu can lift it up and put it in his hand to look carefully. Wu Zihao thinks that he can do it too.

"Wu Zihao, what? Do you think the uncle can take it, so can you take it?" Li Moxian glanced at Wu Zihao with contempt, as if he had seen through Zihao in this sight.

Wu Zihao was not the one who could hide his troubles. When he saw Li Moxian not giving him any face in front of Xiaoru, his face turned a little blue and he said dissatisfiedly.

"Why can't I? Isn't it just a broken hammer?" Wu Zihao said this, but found that the silly man's eyes became a little unkind. He was a Guroni who could understand Chinese.

"Wu Zihao, Shenyan, this hammer is indeed very heavy, I'll give it to you." Zhao Ganyu held it in one hand and was about to hand it to Zihao, then he spoke cautiously: "The hammer is very heavy, you can take it!"

"I know, I know!" Wu Zihao still looked impatient. Seeing that his impatient attitude still had not changed, Zhao Ganyu couldn't help but shake his head helplessly. No matter what, this is his brother, so it's better to think of a way to make him change it.

"Ouch!"

Wu Zihao unconsciously took the big hammer handed over by Zhao Ganyu carefully. He suddenly felt that what was followed was not a big hammer, but a big iron weight, and his hands suddenly sank with great force...

"Boom! Crack!"

The hammer fell to the ground and the floor cracked, and the hammer stood obliquely in the depression.

"Why is this hammer so heavy?"

When Wu Zihao saw Li Moxian Sun Tongtong's smug gaze and passers-by sneering beside him, he suddenly felt that his face was vague. He rolled up his sleeves, piled up all of them, spitted two mouthfuls of phlegm into his palm, and rubbed his palms.

"I was careless just now, so I don't believe it. How heavy can this hammer be!"

When Wu Zihao tried to lift it hard, he found that he could not lift it up.

"Hmm~Hmm! Hum?"

Wu Zihao used all the strength to feed himself, and his face was as turbulent as pork liver, but he didn't lift it up. It shows how big the hammer is!

"Why is it so heavy! I'll go!" Wu Zihao couldn't lift it up. Just as he was about to give up, Zhao Ganyu spoke from the side.

"The legs are fixed, and the strength is generated from the waist, and the rhyme is lost. Don't hold your breath, exhale and inhale. Think about the breath I learned from the Samoyed White Dog at that time, and hold your breath and condense your breath..." Zhao Ganyu reminded him seriously.

"My waist...where is my waist?"

Wu Zihao touched the fat flesh on his body, which seemed to be his big belly of Maitreya Buddha, and his waist seemed to be gone...

"Your waist and eyes are there, just there... Wu Zihao stop looking around, just one circle of the belly button is the waist, the opposite direction of the belly button is the life gate, and the horizontal stroke on the side is the waist!"

When everyone heard Zihao's question, they saw Wu Zihao lowering his fat head and constantly moving his ugly fat meat mountain. Everyone was speechless.

Except for Zhao Ganyu who was still guiding Wu Zihao on the side for helping to exert his luck, the others had been hiding aside for a long time, as if saying, "I don't know them, these two have nothing to do with us."
Chapter completed!