My Aunt is Three and a Half Years Old. She Holds a Milk Bottle and Tells Fortunes. the Whole Interne

Chapter 478 It’s about to produce a weapon spirit

Mianmian saw her two friends looking at her in surprise. Her eyes lingered on each of them for a while, and finally fell on the Dinghai Shenzhen in front of her.

It is not entirely correct to say that it is the Dinghai Divine Needle. After all, in the hands of Sun Wukong, it is called the Ruyi Golden Cudgel.

 “Ooooooooooo?” He shouted a few words in vain.

Mianmian opened her eyes wide and was startled: "No, no, no, how is that possible!"

Bai Bai was saying that Yang Xian could change the three-pointed two-edged sword back to its original form, and Situ Zha could change the Qiankun Circle and other magic weapons back to their original form, because they were their masters, and she was sure that she could change the Ruyi Golden Cudgel back to its original form. It is the reincarnation of Sun Wukong.

 How is this possible!

Mianmian couldn't accept it. She didn't touch the golden cudgel again and stepped back with her little feet.

As she retreated, the golden stick flew forward a little, getting very close to her.

Mianmian hurriedly hid behind Yang Xian.

 Yang Xian was the only adult present, so she subconsciously wanted to seek a sense of security from Yang Xian.

Mianmian moved, and so did the golden cudgel. They were still chasing after Mianmian, as if they couldn't do anything without getting close to Mianmian.

“Woooooooo, I suddenly know what you are thinking, Yang Xian.” Mianmian choked up, “It’s so scary. I like Sun Wukong, but I don’t want to be Sun Wukong…”

 She still wants to be Su Mianmian, not Sun Wukong.

 This is terrible!

Yang Xian thought for a moment silently, and suddenly said: "Your green cauldron has a weapon spirit in it. Does this golden cudgel also have a weapon spirit? Maybe it doesn't regard you as its master, but just wants to be with you." Closeness.”

As soon as Yang Xian finished speaking, Mianmian got closer to other weapons and magic weapons on the wall to avoid the golden hoop.

The magic weapons were touched by Mian Lian's hands, and all of them lost their rust and returned to their original appearance.

The treasure is placed outside, and the entire arsenal does not need luminous pearls, it is as bright as day.

But these restored weapons, like the golden cudgel, will not run with her, but just stay quietly on the wall.

 Finding that she had activated other magic weapons, Mianmian finally breathed a sigh of relief. If all the magic weapons can be restored to their original state by her, then it is very likely that she is not the reincarnation of Sun Wukong!

Jin Hupang likes her, maybe it's just Jin Hupang's own thoughts, and it has nothing to do with whose reincarnation she is.

Having figured it out, Mianmian reached out and held the golden cudgel, trying to talk to it.

 “Like~” The Golden Cudgel only conveys this idea, and nothing else.

 This is difficult to do!

This means that the Golden Cudgel just has a little idea of ​​its own, but this idea is very simple and cannot constitute complex thinking.

 It’s even worse if you can’t think!

Mianmian didn't know what to do. These weapons were not her own. She had to find a way to deal with them.

Just when she was thinking about this, the golden hoop in her hand suddenly became heavy!

 The Golden Cudgel was too relaxed and did not fly on its own, putting all its weight on her hand.

Mianmian had no time to think about anything else. She bent her fleshy legs hard and used all her strength, just in time to really hold the golden hoop.

"This thing weighs 13,500 kilograms. It turns out to be something refined by Taishang Laojun." Lu Lu sat on the golden cudgel with her legs crossed. "It is about to produce a weapon spirit. Alas, time Ran Ran~"

While speaking, Lu Lu discovered that the golden cudgel had become smaller and was held firmly in Mian Mian's hand, turning into a stick of the same size as Mian Mian. Her mouth opened in surprise!

 Very few people can pick up such a heavy treasure! Someone who can pick it up and use it as a weapon must at least be an immortal, right?

Mianmian is still a mortal, but she can actually pick it up?

real or fake?

 Or is he dazzled? Mianmian held the golden cudgel in her hand, feeling embarrassed and said, "I just wanted to make it smaller. It is so obedient."

“…No, that’s not the point, is it?” Situ Zha asked, “This thing is very heavy, how can you actually pick it up?”

After hearing this, Mianmian just smiled at Situ Zha, and then let go with an ouch.

 When she was a child, her mother said that she was born with great strength and could make it even greater through the use of spiritual power, so she had to work hard to control it and not show too much exaggeration.

If a person's strength is too exaggerated, others will be afraid and may not be friends with her.

“I didn’t pick it up.” Mianmian blinked her big eyes and pretended to be innocent, “This is something belonging to the Great Sage, not me, I can’t pick it up~”

 She said this, but the golden hoop she threw away became thinner and thinner, and finally it was like a needle, floating next to her ear.

Looking at that action, I actually want to dig into Mian Mian’s ears.

Mianmian quickly covered her ears with her little hands: "No, don't do this, you can't get into Mianmian's ears."

 She is afraid of death!

 Sun Wukong can hide the golden cudgel in his ears, that is because Sun Wukong has the ability.

 But she doesn’t want to!

After stopping the golden hoop, Mianmian opened the small bag: "Let's do this. You can get into my sewing bag like an embroidery needle. What do you think, Xiao Jinjin?"

Good guy, in just a moment, the Ruyi Golden Cudgel changed its name and became Xiao Jinjin.

Situ Zha and Lu Lu were both speechless, and the corners of their mouths couldn't help but twitch.

They watched helplessly as the small golden embroidery needle entered the soft mini sewing bag, sitting side by side with the other needles, just like an ordinary embroidery needle.

"These other weapons, then, why don't I leave it to you, Lulu?" Mianmian looked at Lulv seriously, "Stay here. It will be troublesome for us to come when we meet them in the future. What do you think, Lulu?"

Lulu was always irritated by Mianmian's tone of determination that he would always be her Ding, but he was too embarrassed to refuse Mianmian's request.

So he said awkwardly: "Since you asked me so sincerely, I will help you."

 Except for the three-pointed two-edged sword and the weapons that Situ Zha had touched, everything was taken away by Lu Lu into the space.

Situ Zha saw his weapons being left behind and said speechlessly: "Put ours in too."

 Mianmian: “But it’s yours.”

Situ Zha glanced at Yang Xian and raised his forehead helplessly: "Do you think I don't want to pick them all up because I don't want to?"

These magic weapons have their own weight. Strictly speaking, he and Yang Xian can only be regarded as mortal bodies. The lotus incarnation is better, but his soul is not that powerful yet, and using these things forcefully will only hurt himself.

 The only thing that is more convenient is Huntian Ling.

Situ Zha wrapped Huntian Ling around his wrist and turned it into a red bracelet: "Come on, help us brothers put the rest away. You think so too, right? Brother Yang?"

Yang Xian’s mouth also twitched.

Brother Yang? Is it so familiar?

 Why does he feel that Situ Zha directly regards him as Erlang Shen?

 (End of this chapter)