Fake Prodigal

Chapter 95 Soaring into the sky

Old man Li pulled out another pair of flying claws for wire routing, handed them over, and said indifferently: "The special flying claws of the Haitie baby steel are an essential tool for climbing along walls."

"Are there any drops of blood, give me one?" Li Hao carried a mace on his back, with flying claws wrapped around his waist, and stretched out his big claws.

"Get out! The blood drops are antiques, where can I get them?" Father Li stomped his feet in disgust, took out two bags of iron lotus seeds, and threw one over.

Li Hao picked up the iron lotus seeds, picked up a golden bullet chain as his belt, and put the long-barreled revolver into the holster, jumped lightly three times, and said depressedly: "Are there any mistakes? Ten catties, with the equipment on your body, how can you fight?"

"Stop talking!" Father Li closed the cabinet, blew out the candles, and walked out of the basement.

Father Li flung himself onto the roof of the second floor with his waist down, followed by Li Hao. The two stood on the roof with their cloaks fluttering in the wind, overlooking the brightly lit night market.

Father Li put on Tang Monk's mask and waved his hands, while Li Hao put on the skeleton ghost mask and blinked.

"Little Rabbit, where did you get the skull mask? It looks so pervasive!" Father Li frowned as he looked at the ferocious skull mask, and said in displeasure.

"Don't mention it! I bought it in a ghost market for 100 yuan, and the peddler said it was an antique. It's too bad!" Li Hao took off his mask and tapped it, making a crisp metallic sound, and said lightly: "I don't know if it's iron or not. copper."

"Come with me, don't fall behind!" Father Li shook his body before he finished his sentence, and appeared on the roof of Old Wang's house next door.

"Slow down, wait for me!" Li Hao used both hands and feet, and Sa Yazidiao ran all the way, hanging tightly behind Father Li, unable to catch up.

The father and son walk tall buildings, leap over buildings, fly over eaves and walls, as if walking on flat ground, unfold the lightness skills of swallows three times, and walk through the brightly lit city and the neon-flashing streets.

Half an hour later, the two stopped downstairs in an 88-story skyscraper.

"See you upstairs!" Father Li looked up and waved his hands. He stomped his feet on the ground, and the green onion jumped up from the dry land. It jumped more than five meters high, landed on an air-conditioning box, and then jumped high. Get up, jump up and down, and disappear into the darkness.

Li Hao had a black line on his forehead, and tens of thousands of muddy horses galloped past. He looked up at the brightly lit skyscrapers, which pierced into the sky, standing like mountains in the night sky, like the unattainable sexy goddess Yao Qingxue, waiting Climbers go to conquer.

Blue veins popped up on Li Hao's forehead, and cold sweat broke out. He gritted his teeth speechlessly, stomped his feet fiercely, flew high and landed on the air-conditioning box on the second floor, and jumped up with his strength.

With a crisp "click", the air-conditioning box crashed to the ground, the floor tiles shattered, and dust flew up.

The window on the second floor was wide open, and a big bald head poked out. He looked at the air-conditioning box downstairs in surprise, and roared angrily, "I'm going to kill your mother, where is the stray cat... I'll kill it!"

A gust of wind slammed down, the big bald head shrank his head in fear, an air-conditioning box slid past his eyes, and slammed down heavily on the downstairs.

"Crack!" Another air-conditioning box fell to the ground, and the air-conditioning box with a big bald head was smashed into a discus and turned into a piece of scrap iron.

"Damn wild cat! Pay me for my air-conditioning box, woo woo woo!" The big bald head cried out in grief and anger.

"Death bald, you have to howl again, I'm going downstairs to fuck you!" A wretched uncle pushed open the window, rubbed his loose eyelids, and roared angrily.

"Whoever is afraid of anyone, come down if you have the guts!" the big bald shouted.

"If you have the guts to come up, I will abolish you." The wretched uncle shot back.

No one was convinced, and a special scolding war started, but no one was willing to go out.

Using both hands and feet, Li Hao finally climbed to the top of the skyscraper with great effort. He was so tired that he was sweating and fell to the ground, panting heavily.

With his hands behind his back, the golden rooster stood alone on the top of the European-style spire, looking up at the blood moon in the night sky, and said in a bleak tone: "It's too slow, I've been waiting for 10 minutes!"

"You tricked me, this is an 88-story skyscraper." Li Hao got up slowly, looking at Father Li sadly.

"Hahaha, skyscrapers are nothing, I have even climbed the Burj Khalifa." Father Li laughed wildly up to the sky, the laughter was full of unruly, tall and straight waist like a green pine, paired with a blood-colored cloak, he was indescribably domineering. leak.

"Hurry up, I have to go to school tomorrow!" Li Hao said weakly, shaking his black cloak.

"The last lesson is called Soaring to the Sky. If you take this last step, you will become a new generation of Yan Zixia, and I will be able to retire." Father Li hugged his shoulders and looked at Li Hao playfully.

"You fooled me again, it's not like jumping off a building again!" Li Hao stood on the edge of the guardrail, looking down at the ground from a high position. The vehicles on the street were as big as ladybugs, and the figures were as small as ants.

A biting cold wind blew past, Li Hao shuddered cleverly, with a sad face, turned to look at Father Li, and said sadly: "It's too high, I don't want to die young, I haven't had three wives yet Four concubines, I have never eaten a full feast of Man and Han, and I have never played the wheel of beauties!"

"Get out! I haven't played before!" Father Li appeared next to Li Hao like a ghost, looking down at the bustling street, and said indifferently: "This lesson teaches you how to use weapons, the cloak on your back, the threading in your waist Flying claws, that mace are weapons."

"Little bastard, watch out, you only have one chance, I'm waiting for you down there!" Father Li pulled up his blood-colored cloak with both hands, stood in front of the guardrail on the roof, and roared to the sky.

"Fly to the sky!" Father Li stepped on the ground with both feet, and jumped out of the floor like a civet cat, and fell downstairs like a kite with a broken string.

"Damn it!" Li Hao exclaimed, stretched out his big hand out of the guardrail and didn't catch Father Li. He was lying on the guardrail, looking down at the ground in horror, his face cloudy and uncertain.

Father Li is settling down, gliding in the dark night like a flying swallow, his blood-colored cloak puffed up like a parachute, maintaining his balance, and like a blood-colored bat, he is flying in the night sky, domineering to a mess, arrogant to Looking at all directions, the bull broke to the point of the sky.

Father Li landed downstairs briskly, looked up at the starry sky proudly, waved his hand freely, motioning for Li Hao to connect.

Li Hao put down the binoculars and looked up at the starry sky, wanting to cry without tears. His sweat was dripping down, and he said frowningly, "It's too perverted! I caught up with the high-altitude bungee jumping, can I play happily?"

"Cute! Master Teemo is optimistic about you, come on!" Teemo appeared on Li Hao's shoulder, tilted his cute little head, and smiled gloatingly.

"Damn it, if I fall to my death, you will die too!" Li Hao said depressingly.

(End of this chapter)