Vulgar Master

During the day, Zhou Bawa finished the infusion and came out of the hospital yawning. The sky was bright.

In the early hours of this morning, because Hee shut down the old lady's mobile phone, she slept for a while in the middle of the night after Zhou Bawa.

Of course, I still haven't slept enough to make me sleepy. Zhou Bawa took out the elixir gourd and patted it. Birds and insects chirped in the gourd's stomach, and a warm current nourished the body. Well, now I'm refreshed.

The breakfast stalls at the entrance of the hospital were all sold out. Zhou Bawa went over and asked for a set of pancakes, five eggs. After tossing around for the night last night, he is hungry now.

While waiting for the pancakes to be served, next to Zhou Bawa, a certain "grandmother" in a red wedding dress, invisible to ordinary people, was shaking her red hijab, looking left and right, curious about everything.

Heen was curious when he saw the cars running on the road, lifted up his embroidered shoes and kicked away the small steps at the bottom of the wedding dress, and wanted to touch the car, so Zhou Bawah grabbed it and didn't leave.

He turned his head and looked at the iron plate on which the pancakes were spread, and was curious. He wanted to go up and touch it, so Zhou Bawa stared at him and patted his little hands off. You touched the iron plate of the pancakes. What should I eat?

"Be honest, or I won't let you out next time."

Zhou Bawa said the same way as he taught the bear children at home.

When Zhou Bawa left the hospital before, he thought about taking back the body temple and taking back the 囍, but the 囍 didn't seem to like staying in the temple very much.

In the end, Zhou Bawa simply let it go, let it come out and follow him, but told it not to run around. As a result, the arrogant boy promised it well, and it was not like that when he came out.

He was dragged by Zhou Bawa, so he was free, and his little hand gestured and pointed in dissatisfaction. He should be saying something, but Zhou Bawa said that even though you waved your hand, I couldn't understand it anyway.

After a while, Xiu's gestures didn't work, so she could only give up. She stood on the spot and was dragged by Zhou Bawa's balloon and couldn't run away, but she still couldn't stop her little head looking around.

The pancakes were ready. Zhou Bawa took it over to the roadside to eat. After only two bites, he saw the red hijab standing in front of him with his hands behind his back. Although he couldn't see his face, he could tell that he was staring at his pancakes.

Zhou Bawa pretended not to be able to see, turned to eat in a different direction, and then saw out of the corner of his eye that the red hijab moved in from out of sight, and stood firmly in front of him again.

"Only one bite, not many more."

Zhou Bawa couldn't do anything about it, so he handed the pancake under the red hijab and took a bite. When he didn't want to take it back, he saw that the whole pancake had lost its nutrients and rotted as if it had been left for a long time.

Xiu rubbed her stomach contentedly, as if she was full, and her body twitched as if she burped silently.

Tsk, let you take a bite, did you eat all of it?

Zhou Bawa couldn't do anything about it. He was still hungry, so he had to buy another set of pancakes and go back to school after eating.

During the daytime, the sons were not in the dormitory. The classroom went to class, but Zhou Bawa didn't go and asked for leave.

Looking at the small desktop fan facing Zhang Sao Ling, he flipped the switch to play with a red hijab. Zhou Bawa thought that he had nothing to do, so he contacted Bai Xier on WeChat.

Zhou Bawa: Are you busy? There is something I want to ask you.

Bai Xier: Well, you say.

Zhou Bawa: I would like to ask where you learned sign language. Is there any place in Ben Thanh to learn sign language?

Bai Xier: The third floor of the Children's Palace on Chunfeng Road.

Bai Xier: There is a sign language school.

Bai Xier: Do you have friends to learn from?

Zhou Bawa: No, I want to learn sign language. I met a very important deaf friend recently. I want to communicate more with her and deepen my relationship.

Bai Xier:…

Bai Xier: Can't you type on the phone?

Zhou Bawa looked up and looked at the red hijab playing next to the fan. He felt that for this IQ, it should be a bit difficult, so he shook his head.

Zhou Bawa: I think sign language is more convenient and direct, but typing may be too difficult for her.

Bai Xier:…

Bai Xier: I have to go to the sign language school every weekend. Would you like to come and have a look this weekend?

Zhou Bawa: Good! Shall we be together later?

Bai Xier:…

The two of them made an appointment. This weekend, Zhou Bawa went to find Bai Xi'er. He went to the sign language school to check it out. Zhou Bawaxin said it was not bad. There was an acquaintance who knew sign language to help, and it went well.

The matter of learning sign language was just an appointment.

Then Zhou Bawa was idle in the dormitory, watching the physical punishment in the game, going online, teleporting to the shrine, and burning incense.

Zhou Bawaxin gained the power to pretend to be dirty, and invited a vulgar **** to the temple. Finally, he was considered to be in good shape, and his strength should have made a qualitative leap.

This time, he returned to Burning Incense Town to try his sword and take revenge.

"Grain eater, you are once again standing in Burning Incense Town. Now you have practiced "Pretending to be Dirty", you have opened a body temple, and you have invited a vulgar god. Your strength is not what it used to be. Maybe it's time Let those who do not know the heights of the sky and the earth have a glimpse of the power of the future lord of the world."

"What are you going to do? Are you going to set up the Burning Incense Town? Your vulgar god, 囍, has such potential. Look, there are seven or eight Fushou men walking over in front of you. They seem to want to trouble you. Do you want to let 囍Show them some awesomeness?"

Of course, Zhou Bawa chose yes, it was here to try the knife.

"You called He out, He looked at the Fushou guy in front of him, turned around and went back to the Ti Temple. You were besieged by seven or eight Fushou guys, and you lost your kidney."

"You are dead."

Zhou Bawa was stunned, turned his head to see that he returned to reality from the secular world through the body temple, and then ran to play with the red hijab playing at the electric fan. Going up is a head-scratcher!

"What are you doing! Why don't you work!"

He covered his sore forehead, and angrily jumped and pointed with his feet. The two donkeys' lips didn't communicate with the horse's mouth for a long time, and Zhou Bawa probably understood what He meant.

It needs weapons.

Oh, feelings, you are not from the magic department, but a warrior from the hand-to-hand combat department. Zhou Bawa looked up and down at Grandma Xi's small body, and she came with a steel plate armor.

The weapon was not easy to handle, so Zhou Bawa took out his own broom for removing filth, and handed it over to He. It happened that I didn't use it much, so you can use it.

I don't want to, but He pushed away in disgust.

It doesn't seem to like this decontamination broom, it feels too ugly, the materials are too bad, and the power is too weak.

"Grain eaters, the way of cultivating "The Method of Pretending to be Dirty" is to collect all kinds of materials you need, assemble and build your own four beams and eight pillars, and create your strongest secular deity and body temple."

"Now, your vulgar **** needs a handy weapon. This is an important decision related to the growth of its strength. How can you just use a piece of garbage to perfunctory it."

"You may be able to ask a master craftsman and a Taoist, and let him design and build a special weapon for your vulgar god."

Damn, Zhou Bawa always felt that he had fallen into some kind of consumption trap. When the body temple opened, he asked him to invite gods, and if there were secular gods, he had to specialize in martial arts, one pit after another.

Wait a minute, this **** game, did you just call my decontamination broom a **** weapon?

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