Primordial Era: All-Conceptual-Level Weapon Forging, Whoever Uses It Will Die.

Chapter 138 Private Mattress Jiang Jiang! Yuan Hong: This magic weapon is shameless!

After experiencing the absolute rule of the catgirl.

After Bai Yuzhu's precise critical hit.

That arrogant and domineering mid-stage Great Luo wolf demon.

At this point, all hope of escape had been lost.

He covered his private parts tightly with both hands.

His whole body was convulsing, and his face was covered in tears and snot.

He lay sprawled at Lu Ya's feet like a dead dog.

It let out a humble wail.

"Your Highness, I was wrong, I was really wrong!"

"I'm going to report to the Demon Court right now; I'm going to undergo labor reform!"

"I'm going to sweep the South Heavenly Gate, I'm going to clean the toilet!"

"As long as this monkey doesn't poke me again."

"I'll definitely turn over a new leaf and start anew!"

Look at the wolf demon, completely ruined.

The pitiful sight of him voluntarily asking to operate the sewing machine.

Lu Ya nodded in satisfaction and deactivated his cat-eared girl form.

Wuzhiqi reluctantly put the stick away.

A towering white jade pillar stained with specks of blood.

Beside him, Yuan Hong, a gibbon.

I witnessed the entire horrific one-sided massacre.

He swallowed hard, completely dumbfounded, his worldview shattered.

"This...this is the legendary abstract magic weapon?!"

"Its power is indeed incredibly strong."

"Even a mid-stage Ronaldo wouldn't have a chance to fight back."

"But... this is truly shameless!"

"That's so vulgar! That's so perverted!"

Yuan Hong looked at Wuzhiqi and secretly made a vow in his heart.

I must never offend this sworn brother again.

Afterwards, the three chatted casually for a few minutes and got to know each other.

Lu Ya looked at the ordinary iron rod in Yuan Hong's hand.

He proposed it with great enthusiasm.

"Now that Brother Yuan Hong has joined us, his equipment must keep up!"

"Let's go find Senior Brother Zhao Gongming."

"I'll forge an abstract magical artifact for you too!"

Only then did Yuan Hong truly understand the true value of an abstract magic weapon.

Although I verbally complained that they were shameless.

But the body tells a different story.

His eyes instantly lit up with anticipation.

"Thank you, Your Highness! Thank you, elder brother!"

"I also want to try that feeling of pinning someone down and rubbing them against the ground!"

……

Longevity Hill, Wuzhuang Temple.

Lu Ya and his two companions arrived on clouds and landed in the backyard of Wuzhuang Temple.

Then I saw a bizarre and shocking scene.

There stood the ancestral witch Dijiang, several meters tall with bulging muscles.

He is currently standing with his legs turned inward.

Two thick fingers were frantically poking each other in front of his chest.

He lowered his head slightly, forcing a shy and affected expression on his face.

Use a clipped voice that makes people want to commit suicide on the spot.

She spoke coquettishly to Hongyun and Zhenyuanzi in front of her.

"A private Marseille~~"

"I'm Tei-chan~~"

"I really want to be friends with you two~~"

"Ahhh, I hope you two big brothers can give me this chance, muah~~"

boom!

This is a combo attack performed by a cute anime girl.

Opposite them are the Old Ancestor Hongyun and the Great Immortal Zhenyuanzi.

His face instantly went from ashen to deathly pale.

My stomach churned violently.

"vomit!!!"

Ancestor Hongyun bowed down directly.

He almost vomited up the elixir he had taken the night before.

Zhen Yuanzi was trembling all over.

He was so angry that his beard stood on end.

It groped around wildly and let out a hysterical roar.

"Where's my knife?!"

"Where is my sword?!"

"I'm going to kill this brute myself!"

"This is worse than death!!"

Watching two kind-hearted people being forced to take up knives and attack others.

Dijiang was so frightened that he quickly resumed his normal standing posture.

He scratched his bald head and sighed innocently.

"Sigh...it still doesn't work?"

"I'm already so cute, why do you still want to chop me up?"

Zhao Gongming stood aside, acting as a social mentor.

He covered his face with one hand; it was simply unbearable to look at.

He walked forward helplessly.

He patted Dijiang's arm.

He analyzed it carefully.

"Uncle-Master..."

"Looks like this is how anime girls behave."

"It's definitely not suitable for your muscular physique."

"The contrast is too strong and can easily cause physical discomfort."

"How about we change our route?"

"For example... the domineering CEO style?"

Di Jiang was taken aback: "Domineering CEO? What's that?"

Zhao Gongming cleared his throat and gave instructions.

"It's about using that kind of low-key confidence."

"Try a vocal fry with three parts detachment and four parts nonchalance!"

"Try tightening your throat and lowering your voice!"

Dijiang nodded, seemingly understanding but not quite.

Take a deep breath and begin adjusting your vocal cords.

He straightened the animal hide and put his hands in his pockets.

He squinted slightly, his voice low and deep.

The sound was like bubbles, as if there was phlegm stuck in the throat.

He spoke to Hongyun and Zhenyuanzi.

"Greetings, fellow Daoists. I am Dijiang."

"I'm very happy to be able to collaborate with both of you!"

Although the sound was extremely greasy, like rubbing on sandpaper.

but!

Compared to that private, eccentric girl from before, who made me want to die, this is much better.

This voice is simply heavenly!

Hongyun and Zhen Yuanzi took a deep breath.

Their expressions softened slightly, and they exchanged a glance.

"Hey?"

"Not bad, not bad, this feeling... is barely acceptable."

"At least he's speaking like a normal, grown man."

Hearing their evaluations.

Dijiang was so happy that he slapped his thigh excitedly, like a 200-pound child.

"Very good!"

"I can finally make friends!"

"Brother Zhao, your trick really works!"

Just at that moment.

Lu Ya, Wuzhiqi, and Yuan Hong had just entered the courtyard.

Looking at this bizarre social scene, I was completely bewildered.

Lu Ya stepped forward and asked curiously:

"Senior Brother Zhao, what are you all doing?"

"What happened to Uncle Dijiang's throat? Did he get a fishbone stuck in his throat?"

Zhao Gongming calmly clapped his hands, concealing his merits and fame.

"It's nothing, just teaching your uncle how to make friends."

"What are you doing here with your friends?"

Upon hearing this, Wuzhiqi excitedly approached.

He gestured wildly, indicating his name.

"Senior Brother Zhao, that abstract magic weapon you crafted is simply amazing!"

"I just hit him with this stick."

"That wolf demon, a Grand Luo Golden Immortal, immediately knelt on the ground and called me 'Grandpa,' it felt so good!"

Zhao Gongming waved his hand and said cheerfully.

"It's nothing, it's basic procedure."

"If you want them, just bring your rare and precious materials to your senior brother for me to refine."

"We're all family, no need to be so polite."

Lu Ya quickly responded, pulling Yuan Hong from behind him over.

"Senior brother, we really need you to forge another abstract magic weapon!"

"This is my newly sworn brother, Yuan Hong!"

As he spoke, Lu Ya took out a piece that emitted a rich star power.

He handed over the Nine Heavens Meteorite Iron, imbued with fighting spirit.

Yuan Hong was somewhat embarrassed, but he still stepped forward respectfully and bowed deeply.

"This little demon Yuan Hong greets Senior Brother Zhao!"

Zhao Gongming's gaze fell on Yuan Hong.

After looking him up and down, his eyes lit up.

"A gibbon?!"

"To grasp the sun and moon, to shrink a thousand mountains, and to discern good and bad fortune."

"Yuan Hong, the ape who manipulates heaven and earth?!"