I Can Brush Attributes

Chapter 202 What Grandpa Zeng left to Wang Ping

With various moods, Wang Ping opened the wooden box.

Um?

What barrenness is this?

The landlady of the Crystal Apartment hummed a song and walked out of the house with a garbage bag to take out the garbage.

When passing by Wang Ping's room 201, room 201 was very quiet, as if no one was there.

However, just before the landlady walked past the door of room 201.

Snapped!

The crisp and low sound of falling things sounded, followed by Wang Ping's voice in Room 201.

"I'm Cao! It's a fool!!"

The landlady was so startled that she almost frightened the garbage bag containing the sunflower seeds out of her hand.

"What's wrong with Mr. Wang Ping?" The landlady's face perfectly reproduced the "black question mark face".

At the same time, in Room 201, Wang Ping's mouth twitched.

In the last second, he opened the wooden box and saw the contents of the wooden box. Without a second thought, he picked up the wooden box and threw it on the ground.

Pit father!

Grandpa Zeng, what barren things did you leave behind? What about the old grandfather with the black ring, what about the strange fire, and what about the fighting horse that Dou Di rides.

Under his feet, a wooden box the size of a biscuit box was dropped to the ground, the first floor of the wooden box was opened, and the contents fell out because it fell to the ground.

Something white, soft, bigger than a wooden box...

Well, that's a dress, a white T-shirt.

The white T-shirts were stacked in the wooden box and fell out. There seemed to be words on the folded T-shirts, which were two Chinese characters: Sun Thief!

What great grandfather Wang Tongtian left to Wang Ping is not a grandfather ring, but a T-shirt with the word "grand thief" written on it.

The corners of Wang Ping's mouth twitched as if he had been hit by the Buddha's Furious Fire Lotus, and he was very injured.

He held his forehead.

"Sure enough, I can't expect something from the mad grandpa Zeng. Dad is a madman. As his grandfather, 80% of the time is also a madman. Are all the Wang family mad except me?"

Having said that, Wang Ping sighed and picked up the wooden box to pick up the white T-shirt on the ground.

In other words, this is also what the unmasked grandpa Zeng left to himself before he was born, and Wang Ping will naturally not throw it away.

Um?

Wang Ping suddenly murmured and stared at the T-shirt he picked up.

"This T-shirt feels great."

He found that the T-shirt felt very soft and smooth to the touch. For the feel of the T-shirt, there was a feeling of "Dove, enjoy silky smoothness".

wrong!

Wang Ping picked up the T-shirt and looked at it carefully, then he looked surprised as if he had discovered a new world.

This T-shirt is definitely not an ordinary T-shirt. It is not the kind of white T-shirt that sells for ten yuan and three pieces on the roadside. It has a hidden mystery.

Through touching, Wang Ping found that the texture of the T-shirt was very good, and it was impossible to see what material it was.

He pulled hard, but the T-shirt was not torn off by him.

You must know that Wang Ping is not an ordinary person. His spirit and energy have risen to a height that ordinary people cannot imagine. Even if he is torn lightly, the strength will be enough to tear you apart.

However, the T-shirt was not torn and was extremely elastic.

However, these are not the places that shocked Wang Ping the most. What shocked Wang Ping the most is that the T-shirt seems to have a temperature. Yes, the T-shirt is very warm and seems to be at a constant temperature, which is the most suitable temperature for a human body.

To test this conjecture, Wang Ping opened the refrigerator and put the T-shirt in.

"Sure enough, the T-shirt is warm!" Wang Ping touched the T-shirt in the refrigerator in surprise.

The T-shirt did not freeze at all due to the low temperature of the refrigerator, and it remained warm.

At this time, Wang Ping was holding a T-shirt, and he had already turned on the "true fragrance" mode, and his eyes were shining.

good stuff!

Not to mention other things, it's not bad, constant temperature is definitely a good thing.

"I don't know if there is anything special about this T-shirt." Wang Ping guessed.

Do what he can think of. In the next time, Wang Ping used fire, hot water, scraped with a knife, and used all the methods he could think of to destroy the T-shirt.

As a result, the t-shirt is intact.

"Mom, this T-shirt is a magic weapon, a body protection magic weapon."

It was concluded that Wang Ping's face was full of joy, and he knew how the things that Grandpa Zeng gave could be ordinary products, and it is true that this T-shirt was something that Grandpa Zeng stored in wooden boxes decades ago.

Decades have passed, and the clothes are nothing at all, neither moldy nor rotten, no matter how you look at them, they are not ordinary.

After testing, Wang Ping can be sure that this is an invulnerable T-shirt, a powerful protective weapon.

If this is placed in an ordinary family, it can definitely be regarded as a family heirloom, and the treasure of the town family will be passed down from generation to generation.

Thinking of this, Wang Ping's happy face suddenly collapsed, and the corners of his mouth twitched violently when he looked at the big word "Sun Thief" on the T-shirt.

Nima! This heirloom is too...

At this moment, a picture appeared in Wang Ping's mind.

It was a long, long time later, Wang Ping was so old that he was about to die.

And before he was about to die, he called his children, grandchildren, and spoke to them.

"I'm about to die. I, Wang Ping, have been fighting for my whole life. I have fought in the north and south for many years, and I have left nothing. Only this magic weapon of protection has been with me for many years."

At this point, Wang Ping began to brag about the power of this protective magic weapon.

The descendants of Wang Ping heard that their eyes glowed, and they were shocked and curious, what magic weapon is so powerful.

In the end, just before Wang Ping died, he took out the magic weapon for protection that was passed down from generation to generation.

A T-shirt with the word "Sun Thief" printed on it.

"This is my magic weapon, you should cherish it."

After he finished speaking, he handed the T-shirt to his good grandson, and then died, leaving behind bewildered descendants who shouted "Damn!"

Thinking of this picture, Wang Ping's face twitched, and he hurriedly shook his head to shake his thoughts away.

Then Wang Ping looked towards the second floor of the wooden box.

The first layer is a personal protective magic weapon, what will the second layer be?

"Could it be the grandfather with the black ring? Or will I travel through it when I open it, and travel to some one Piece world to become the One Piece? Or will I pull the coffin from the Nine Dragons and go to the Big Dipper to start a brilliant life?"

Thinking of this, Wang Ping shook his head again.

What are you thinking about? This is the painting style of the supernatural world. How can you think of the fantasy and animation world painting style? It is not desirable or desirable.

Jingle Bell!

The ringtone of the mobile phone suddenly came, interrupting Wang Ping's thoughts.

"Lu Yuan? Why did he call?"

Wang Ping put down the wooden box, picked up his mobile phone, and saw that Lu Yuan was calling from the caller ID.

"Hey, is this little brother Lu Yuan, why are you still looking for me?" Wang Ping answered the phone.

"Donor Wang Ping, are you free recently? I want to ask you a favor."

Before Wang Ping could speak, Lu Yuan spoke again.

"I'll pay you, don't worry, one million."

"Why are you busy? Let me hear it."

"Actually, it should be because my master wants to ask you for help."

"Kongqing Buddha Head wants to ask me for help?"

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