I'm catching monsters in Liaozhai

"Okay!"

Hei'er, the fat little black man, responded, and then with a swoosh, he got through the ring of fire.

Too fast.

Many people didn't see clearly how he got through.

However, this does not include Xu Lang.

Xu Lang saw it clearly.

This little fat black guy knows how to shrink his bones.

When he was approaching the ring of fire, he retracted his shoulder blades, and then he successfully got through the ring of fire.

"Clap clap-"

The scene immediately burst into thunderous applause.

"Come again!"

The old father held the fire ring to the height of his chest.

The little fat black man jumped up again and easily got through the ring of fire.

"Again."

This time.

The old father raised the fire ring above his head, which was two meters high.

The little fat black man took a deep breath, then jumped up. Without any sparks on his body, he successfully got through the ring of fire.

After getting through the fire ring, the fat black man bowed to the audience around him.

Everyone understands.

Throwing copper plates on the iron plate with a clanging sound.

Xu Lang also threw out a few copper coins.

You can't watch other people's performances in vain.

Everyone earns hard-earned money.

The old father naturally bowed again and said thank you for the support.

Just when he was about to pick up the copper coins scattered around the iron plate, an arrogant and domineering young man pushed away the crowd and staggered in.

There were several sturdy men in front and behind him.

At first glance, it seems that they are looking for trouble.

He stepped on the iron plate and said: "What skills are there to step on a tightrope or walk through a fire hoop? Most people can do it. If you want to take the money, you have to perform a trick that satisfies all of us."

Guys, are you right? "

"Yes, a trick must be performed that satisfies us all."

The dogleg behind him echoed.

The old father was not angry and said with a smile: "I wonder what tricks this young master wants to see?"

"Master, I'm thirsty and want to eat peaches. Can you conjure up a peach?" the young man said with a joking smile.

The old father had a look of embarrassment on his face and said, "It's not the season right now and there are no peaches. Where do you want me to make peaches?"

"I don't care, young master. If you want to take away the money, you have to show your true ability. Otherwise, I will confiscate the money, young master." Young Master said.

He made it clear that he wanted to take away the fruits of other people's hard work.

He doesn't lack this little money.

But just enjoy, this feeling of bullying others.

Someone wanted to help, but they were immediately stared at by the scoundrel brought by the young master.

Many people know the identity of the young master. His father is an official in the city and has great power, so they dare not speak out.

"What if we actually turned out to be a peach?"

At this time, the little fat black man spoke.

"If you can really make a peach, then of course the money will be returned to you." Young Master said.

"That won't work. This money is originally ours. You have to show some sincerity before we can turn you into a peach. Otherwise, we will suffer too much." said the little fat man.

"Okay little guy, okay, bring me the money."

As soon as the young master stretched out his hand, a loser next to him immediately handed over a money bag.

The young master weighed the money bag, looked at the little fat black man and said, "Little guys, if you can really conjure up a peach, this bag of silver will be yours. If you can't conjure up a peach, you'll get a copper for the money on the ground." I can’t even take it away.”

"Row."

The little fat black man agreed nonchalantly.

It seems very certain.

"Son, it's not the season now. Where can we find peaches?"

The old father pulled his son and said.

He whispered to his son, but the place was so big and the young master was standing nearby, so he naturally heard it clearly.

He said: "Since you can't change it, you'd better admit defeat."

The little fat black man ignored him and said to his father: "Dad, there are no peaches in the world, but there are in the Queen Mother's peach garden. It's like spring there all year round, so there must be peaches. I'll go up and get them."

"But, God's word, it would be too dangerous." The old father frowned.

"Dad, don't worry, I'll pick a peach and I'll come down soon. No one will notice. Just send me up," the son said.

"Ok."

The old father had no choice but to agree.

Done.

He walked to the bamboo box in the back.

turn on.

Remove a bundle of red string from inside.

It could be as long as a kilometer.

He took out a rope end and threw it into the air. The rope hung directly in the air, and then something pulled the rope upward.

The rope rose higher and higher, and finally rose directly into the clouds.

At this time.

The red rope in the old father's hand is almost used up.

"Father, this rope is too thin. Please make it bigger, otherwise it will be difficult to climb." said the fat black man.

"Oh, good."

The old father muttered words, and the red string suddenly changed and became as thick as a thumb.

"Son, be careful."

The old father handed the rope to his son and told him.

"Dad, don't worry, I'll come down as soon as I pick the peaches."

The little fat black man took the rope and started climbing.

He is fast.

It disappeared into the clouds in the blink of an eye.

Such a scene naturally attracted a large number of people, and the surrounding area was already packed.

"Isn't this trick so magical? Could it be that the child really went to pick peaches from heaven?" someone asked.

"I feel it's true," someone said.

"This is a bit impossible, God made it so easy..." Some people retorted.

"..."

Anyway, there are many things to say, and there are a lot of discussions.

The young man rubbed his eyes, looking incredulous.

He asked the bitch beside him with some uncertainty: "Did that kid really climb up?"

"Young master, you really climbed up." The dog-legged man nodded.

"Fuck!"

The young master cursed and said, "He won't really pick a peach, right?"

pity.

No one could answer him.

Even Xu Lang was contemplating at this time.

He can tell.

This is definitely an illusion.

but.

But he couldn't see any flaws.

Even if he opens his eyes.

That little fat black man seemed to have really gone to heaven.

Just now.

There was a sound of breaking wind.

from the sky.

It's a peach, falling fast.

It's as big as the mouth of a bowl.

The old father had quick eyesight and quick hands, so he quickly caught the peach.

The peach is white and rosy.

It is still moist with dew and has an attractive luster.

The old father held the peaches in both hands and said very happily: "My son, I have picked peaches."

"how is this possible?"

The young man couldn't believe it, so he snatched it away and handed it to the guy next to him, saying, "Take a bite and see if it's a real peach?"