"Mr. Jiang? Where is the magic weapon you used to hit the magic whip?"
Jiang Mingshen lay on the table and asked Jiang Ziya, the soul floating in the air.
"Lost."
Jiang Ziya said lightly.
"Lost... Lost it? Mr. Jiang, you are a god! How could this... This weapon be lost so easily?"
Jiang Mingshen looked incredulous.
"Then does Mr. Jiang have any other weapons that are suitable for me and match my handsome and handsome face?"
"No."
"Mr. Jiang, I really don't want to use a fishing rod as a weapon..."
"Isn't the fishing rod good? I remember when I was fishing on the shore of the Weishui River..."
"Stop, stop, stop!! Senior Jiang, I'm going to use it, can't I use it?"
Jiang Mingshen quickly interrupted Jiang Shang. He had heard Jiang Shang say this rhetoric no less than ten times.
This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.
