Chapter 97 (2/2)

Seeing that Wang Jian was stunned, the boy thought he was confused, so he explained with a smile, ”it's like this.”

With that, he stretched out his hand, and then there was an extra one in his finger that made Wang Jian feel very familiar.

Cylinder, about 10 cm long, long white short orange.

Wang Jian's eyes were as big as a light bulb. Isn't NIMA

”My martial spirit is called Zhonghua cigarette!”

The young man said to himself. He didn't pay attention to Wang Jian's expression. He just looked at his soul and sighed.

”Strange name, isn't it? I feel strange too! I don't know why it's called this ghost name. My mother said that my father, who died early, is the spirit of martial arts. He took the name. My mother said that my father is a good man, and he talks about it all the time. ”

”One day, he sighed that he had no system to go through and that he was born in the wrong era. Otherwise, he was also a powerful character. He also said that when I grew up, I would teach me the secret script of living in this continent. As a result, I was born two days ago and I was not handed down the secret script.”

”But... Hehe, the martial spirit he handed down is a good thing.”

”It's a breath, refreshing, just as my father said, a cigarette after dinner is like that.”

”It's just that you have to light it with fire. It's a bit of a trouble. Hey, brother, do you have a fire?”

But Wang Jian stared at him strangely. NIMA is still a descendant of a fellow countryman, and

He seriously suspected that his father smoked to death. It would be strange that those smokers would not smoke to death all the time!