The item I identified is very strange.

Chapter 42 What the hell is this thing?

Xia Fan was too lazy to argue with this girl.

Soon, the Wu'an Bureau personnel arrived and began recording the process, including everything Ning Chuan had done earlier.

Xia Fan was also asked about his journey to becoming a martial artist.

Chen Xiaoxue explained that she bought a visualization diagram on the black market and sold it to Xia Fan, which is why Xia Fan became a martial artist.

It was quite strange that an old man had become a martial artist, but the people from the Martial Security Bureau didn't ask any further questions.

While being a martial artist represents an improvement in status for ordinary people, it also depends on strength. At his age, he probably doesn't even have a chance to break through to the Martial Master level.

Even if one becomes a martial artist, there's nothing particularly noteworthy about it.

Xia Fan also saw a familiar person.

Ninglong!

Ning Long also came to the scene. Compared to his appearance on the TV screen, seeing those sharp eyes in person was terrifying.

Ning Chuan's father, dressed in a black suit, had obviously just come from a banquet. He glanced at Xia Fan, but only briefly before looking away.

At that moment, Xia Fan felt a slight coolness in his nose, and two streams of blood flowed out.

Just now, Ning Long seemed to have done nothing, but Xia Fan's Tai Xu Visualization Diagram had already clearly captured the moment when that vast blood energy was released.

Ninglong...

Is he holding a grudge?

Xia Fan hated the feeling of being resented.

No matter what, Ning Long is Ning Chuan's father. Although Ning Chuan brought this upon himself, the Ning family has always been quite domineering, so it's normal for them to hold a grudge against him.

Perhaps this is something that concerns one's reputation.

Xia Fan was calculating in his mind whether he could kill Ning Long with a single strike if he could wield the ancient Heaven-Opening Greatsword.

Of course, we first need to know just how powerful that ancient, heaven-opening great sword is.

Thinking of Purple Mood's appearance, Xia Fan's lips twitched slightly. The moment he drew his sword, he pulled out this thing. If the girl saw it, she would probably faint on the spot.

It was while he was thinking that he inadvertently glanced at the subtitles that appeared next to Ning Long.

[Identification: This is a feminine hygiene doll, prone to air leakage. Note: This is a product made with inferior materials by the seller; please handle it gently when purchasing. Protecting your doll is everyone's responsibility!]

Xia Fan: "?"

What the hell is that?

ill?

Abstract, too abstract!

This thing is so outrageous...

His gaze was vacant, and he almost couldn't react until Ning Long walked to the side of the street and got into a black minivan, at which point the subtitles disappeared.

"Old Deng, don't just stand there, let's go."

Chen Xiaoxue had finished registering and turned to walk towards Xia Fan.

Xia Fan also withdrew his gaze and did not look at Ning Long again.

Will it leak air?

real or fake?

I'll try it when I get the chance...

Of course, it's definitely not about testing anything, but rather finding an opportunity to poke it with a toothpick and see what the effect is.

"Old Deng, do you practice martial arts to live a few more years?"

Walking down the street, Chen Xiaoxue asked.

There were only a few streetlights along the roadside, and in the dead of night, it was rare to see anyone heading towards the old residential area.

"I already told you, this old man is terrified of dying," Xia Fan replied.

He's transmigrated here, and he hasn't experienced anything yet—romance, beautiful girls.

Speaking of which, this girl in front of him is trying to break through his views on dating. Every time she takes him to some really inappropriate places, he doesn't know how much trouble he'll get if someone sees them.

Taking a young, beautiful girl to watch that kind of anime—if the police see it, they'll arrest him.

Chen Xiaoxue looked up at Xia Fan. To increase one's lifespan, one must reach the cultivation level of a martial arts master. Is it really too late for Lao Deng to start practicing martial arts now?

Judging from his appearance alone, Old Deng doesn't have many years left to live.

"If you could become young again, what would you want to do?"

Chen Xiaoxue continued to ask.

Xia Fan glanced at the girl. Of course, she was Happy Superman. By the way, turning her into a well-trained dish was every chef's dream.

"I didn't intend to do anything, I was just afraid of dying," Xia Fan replied.

Chen Xiaoxue fell silent again. She didn't know what she was thinking. She was just walking with Lao Deng on the streets at night, and she didn't feel that the road was long.

"Speaking of which, why would people from the Divine Buddha sect target you?" Xia Fan asked, turning around.

Chen Xiaoxue shook her head: "Those lunatics are already very abnormal, but don't worry, they'll behave themselves for a long time, unless they're not afraid of Thor."

"Thor? Is he very strong?" Xia Fan asked in confusion.

He hadn't heard of Thor in the news, but there was a Thunder Messenger.

"To put it another way, the Thunder Messenger, who often appears in the news, can crush Ning Long, but if the Thunder Messenger stood in front of Thor, he wouldn't even have the right to kiss her shoes."

Xia Fan nodded slightly; these were not people he could get close to.

But why did this girl use "news shoes" to describe it?

As he thought this, his gaze fell on Chen Xiaoxue's white shoes, her slender ankles, smooth and delicate, exuding youthful energy.

Sure enough, it was impossible to identify the person wearing shoes.

"Don't even think about it, Lao Deng, I haven't washed my feet yet tonight..." Suddenly, Chen Xiaoxue's face turned slightly red.

For young girls, they are very concerned about their personal items if they are not washed, such as white socks. They would never let anyone touch them if they were not washed.

Xia Fan looked puzzled. What did this have to do with not washing?

Soon, they arrived at the old residential area. Xia Fan stopped at the entrance: "Alright, let's go back now, your mother must be worried."

Chen Xiaoxue stood in front of the door without saying a word.

"Is there anything else?" Xia Fan asked, puzzled.

"It's nothing."

Chen Xiaoxue turned and left, leaving Xia Fan bewildered. He shook his head, opened the door, and then closed it.

At this moment, the rebellious girl stopped and turned around, muttering softly, "You old lecher, you don't even dare to invite me into your house. What a virgin. If you miss tonight, you won't get a thing."

Just as Chen Xiaoxue thought of this, her pupils contracted, and she hurriedly shook her head.

No, what is she thinking? Why does she always think about these things? And why does the image of Old Deng tickling her feet so intensely keep popping into her mind?

……

Xia Fan's life returned to normal once again.

Early in the morning, he leaned back in a rocking chair in the lingerie shop, watching the news playing on television.

[Shocking! Centenarian "Thunder Walker" poses for artistic photos with "Milk Tea Sister" (Zhang Zetian), with "Milk Tea Sister" stepping on Thunder Walker's face. Countless people are moved by this age-gap romance!]

[Unbelievable! A centenarian, driven by poverty, steals a wealthy heiress's shoes and is falsely accused of being a pervert.]

[Abstract! The Wu'an Public Security Bureau, upholding justice, arrested a centenarian in an alley. Women's underwear was found on him; he claimed it was a lunchbox, and was immediately knocked unconscious. Countless people applauded!]

【…】

Sigh, as expected, it's always this realistic.

With that kind of power, even if he hung Thor at the entrance of this shop, who would dare say anything?

Soon, his attention was drawn to a news article.

[The Xuanlong Sect has revealed that the Gate of Truth is about to appear in the world, and has invited all Grand Martial Masters to discuss it together.]

The Gate of Truth?

In Xia Fan's mind, the image of the zipper on Chen Xiaoxue's little leather skirt came to mind.

Just as he was reminiscing, he was suddenly interrupted by a voice in his ear.

"Hey, old man Xia, lying down? Your shop doesn't seem to be doing much business lately, is it? Can you even hold on?"

Amidst the mocking voices, Xia Fan didn't turn around; everyone knew it was Aunt Chen.