I Can Brush Attributes

As night fell, Wang Ping was lying on the bed with an oxygen bottle in one hand, playing with his mobile phone in the other, back and forth between the two groups of water in [Good Ghosts] and [Dao Zhengfeng].

Tick ​​tock, the time quietly arrived at 10 o'clock in the evening.

Wang Ping got out of bed and put on his slippers.

Just when Wang Ping was wearing slippers, under the dim bed, a pair of eyes opened, watching Wang Ping's feet near the bottom of the bed.

At this time, Wang Ping was playing with his mobile phone, and he didn't seem to notice that there was a miserably defeated ghost hand reaching out under the bed, trying to grab his bare feet.

Just as the ghost hand was about to grab Wang Ping's bare feet, Wang Ping moved, got up and stepped on it, hit the ghost's hand, and turned a blind eye to the place where the lights were turned off.

hiss!

A slight gasp sounded.

Ghost Hand: "!!!"

Ding! The ghost under the bed was stepped on by the host, and wanted to shout "It hurts!" Attribute +1

At this time, the painful eyes of the cabinet under the bed were congested. He didn't feel like he was stepped on by a person, but rather like he was pressed by an excavator.

With a swoosh, the ghost hand under the bed shrank back.

Turning off the light, Wang Ping was still playing with his mobile phone while inhaling oxygen. He didn't seem to notice wisps of smoke escaping from under the bed.

Time ticks by.

A minute, ten minutes, half an hour, an hour...

During this period of time, the room was silent, there was not the slightest sound, and it was terribly quiet.

In the room at this time, the smog was as thick as a smog in Kyoto.

Ding! The ghost under the bed is a little dazed, eh? What about the cough? Attribute +1

In such an environment, why doesn't that person cough? Is it too sleepy? But it's not right, even if you sleep too dead in this environment, you have to cough.

two hours...

cough!

Finally a cough came.

Ding! The ghost under the bed was pleasantly surprised, and finally stepped on the mother's cough, Nima, why is this person so resistant to smoke and dust, attribute +1

Before the ghost under the bed was happy for three seconds, the coughing sound passed, and the room was quiet again.

Ghost under the bed: "..."

three hours.

Three full hours passed, and there was no sound in the room except for a cough.

Ding! The ghost under the bed is stunned, something is wrong, you Mahler, what about the cough? Why haven't you choked to death, host? Attribute +1

To this end, he was ready to climb out to see what happened.

He crawled out quietly, and when he looked at the bed, the ghost under the bed was stunned.

Wang Ping was sitting on the edge of the bed and looked at the ghost who climbed out of the bed. The two looked at each other.

Time seemed to stand still, the air seemed to freeze, and one person and one ghost stared at both sides.

good half sound...

Watching Wang Ping sitting in a smoke-filled room, the ghost under the bed finally made a sound.

"You... how... why didn't you choked to death by the smoke."

Ding! The ghost under the bed is weird, watching the host suck the smoke and breathing in a big mouth, full of unstoppable, attribute +1

"Why am I choking to death?"

"Uh...because this is thick smoke, people should be choked to death."

Hearing this, Wang Ping showed a disdainful smile: "Compared to Kyoto, what is this smoke and dust?"

Ghost under the bed: "..."

At this moment, Wang Ping said.

"Are you a local ghost? Haven't been to Kyoto?"

With this questioning, the ghost under the bed froze for a while, with a blank expression on his face, what happened to Kyoto, and subconsciously shook his head and replied.

"Never been."

"No wonder you don't know that the reason why I didn't choked to death by smoke was because I was from Kyoto, and I have been baptized by the world in Kyoto, and I have no fear of all the smoke and dust in the world."

Ding! The ghost under the bed doesn't know what the host is talking about, just feels unclear and sharp, attribute +1

Before waiting for the ghost to ask why, Wang Ping said.

"Do you know what the longest distance in the world is?"

The ghost under the bed was unknown, so he replied, "The distance between life and death?"

"Wrong! The furthest distance in the world is when you hold hands with your girlfriend on the streets of Kyoto, but you can't see your girlfriend's face. In Kyoto, it's an inch of the world, and you can't see the world an inch away!"

Ding! The ghost under the bed was shocked, I Cao, is it so foggy in Kyoto? ! Attribute +1

Having said that, Wang Ping asked again.

"Do you know how in ancient times, Kyoto executed prisoners?"

"Cashikou beheading?"

"Wrong! In ancient times, people in Kyoto didn't need to beheaded for execution. They only needed to take the prisoner to Caishikou and wait for the time. When the time was up, he shouted, "It's three o'clock in the afternoon, execute the execution," and finally the executioner pulled it off If the prisoner wears a mask, the prisoner will die."

Ding! The ghost under the bed is shocked, hiss! Kyoto is so scary! Attribute +1

Before waiting for the ghost under the bed to shake, Wang Ping asked again.

"Do you know why the Kyoto traffic police couldn't catch a red light runner?"

"Because Kyoto is safe and everyone obeys traffic?" The ghost under the bed replied.

"Wrong! Because of the heavy fog in Kyoto, the traffic police can't see the license plate number of the car running the red light at all. Even if it runs four or five red lights, the traffic police can't see the license plate, and the traffic cameras are blurred."

At this point, Wang Ping said with a smile.

"Now you know why I'm not afraid of your smog. All the people in Kyoto are talented people. They have already accepted the baptism of the Kyoto world with extreme visibility. invade."

Ding! The ghost under the bed is shocked. I don't know why he is in awe of the people of Kyoto. These are all warriors. Attribute +1

Although the ghost under the bed doesn't know if what Wang Ping said is true, but seeing that Wang Ping is not afraid of his own smoke, he has gradually believed what Wang Ping said.

At this time, the ghost under the bed only had one idea, and he couldn't take action against the people of Kyoto, because he couldn't kill the people of Kyoto.

At the same time, he admires the people of Kyoto even more. Those who can survive from the world of Kyoto are all strong!

Wang Ping got up and walked in the smoke-filled room. He strolled in the courtyard, his eyes were like torches, and there was no such thing as too much smoke that he couldn't see the road at all.

His pace was steady, unaffected by the sight of the smoke.

The ghost under the bed saw this, and his face changed wildly.

In front of the ghost under the bed, Wang Ping walked away with his hands behind his back, strolling in the courtyard, his breathing was gentle, and he didn't look like he was choked by the smoke at all.

Ding! The ghost under the bed was very shocking, is this a Kyoto person? Attribute +1

The lights are turned on and the room is revealed.

The thick smoke billowed like a flood, except for Wang Ping's blurred figure, his face could not be seen.

Wang Ping walked towards the ghost under the bed and made a sound.

"Do you know what the spirit of Kyoto is."

The ghost under the bed did not speak, its meaning was self-evident, he did not know.

Wang Ping glanced at the ghost under the bed and said, "After five thousand years of China, and after the breathing of the people of Kyoto every day and night, the people of Kyoto have come up with a new spiritual language: "Huge virtues carry the fog, self-improvement does not suck, haze heads work hard, Re-creating gray and yellow.”

When the words fell, Wang Ping slapped the ghost under the bed.

The palm waved, and the thick smoke rolled around in an instant, churning and rippling, with a strong sense of sight with its own special effects.

boom!

Haoran burst out with vigor.

The ghost pupils under the bed shrank suddenly and was killed by Wang Ping.

Ding! The ghosts under the bed are afraid before they die, what a terrible righteousness... Could it be that the people of Kyoto have cultivated their righteousness under the smog? Attribute +1

As the ghost under the bed died, Wang Ping looked at the dissipated smoke, and then looked at the 10 bottles of oxygen that he had inhaled 3 bottles of oxygen. He picked up one bottle and took a breath of oxygen.

"Mist is more expensive to inhale."

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(This chapter is just a joke. It's not black, it's not black, it's not black, and important things are said three times.)