Chapter 10 Tom, do you want to test your immortality?
Zhang Da seemed to know both of these props. Needless to say, the cigar was used by Tom to show off and flirt with the little female cat when he met her. He could blow smoke rings in various ways.
It seemed that because Jerry always stole the milk, Tom poured a lot of dangerous chemicals into the milk to take revenge on Jerry. Unexpectedly, after Jerry drank it, he turned into a devil muscle rat and beat Tom severely.
Perhaps this can be understood as a rage potion?
With this, I feel a little safer. At least I'm not a complete weakling anymore.
Zhang Da also took out a cigar from his inventory, intending to try out whether it was really that magical.
Looking at the brown stick-like object in his hand, Zhang Da was also in a dilemma. He himself did not know how to smoke, and when the cigar was in his hand, he didn't even know which end was up and which was down.
I had to ask Tom how to play this thing.
Of course Tom understood it very well. He reached behind his back and took out a small prop. He cut the cigar for Zhang Daye and stuffed it into Zhang Daye's mouth.
Then he felt around behind him, took out a match, and struck it on the sole of his foot. The match lit, and he motioned for Zhang Da to bring the cigar over and take a deep puff.
Zhang Da did the same and lit the cigar successfully. He imitated other smokers, pinched the cigar between two fingers, took it away from his mouth and exhaled a puff of white smoke.
“Hello world!”
The white smoke condensed into the shape of two words, which lasted for a few seconds before dissipating in the wind.
"It actually works!" Zhang Da also found it very novel. Apart from that, he knew nothing about it and couldn't even smoke. He just took a puff and the cigarette would spit out.
Tom looked at Zhang Da also blowing smoke rings with an interested expression. He also took out a cigar from behind him, cut it and lit it.
White smoke takes shape: "Go on!"
Zhang Da was also amused, and took another sip and spit it out, but nothing came out. He tried again out of disbelief, but it still didn't work: "There's no other way, only the first sip can be controlled."
Tom tilted his head, inhaled, exhaled, and the white smoke formed two Chinese characters: "Really?"
Zhang Da was also dumbfounded, but Tom's performance was not over yet. He could do everything, from simple circular smoke rings to English letters to Chinese characters. He could even blow smoke rings out of his ears.
At the end, he vomited a smiling cat face as the ending.
"Okay, Tom, you are really awesome. I am a weakling who can only rely on props." Zhang Da could only admit that he was a loser.
Tom folded his arms, moved his mouth, and moved the cigar from the left corner of his mouth to the right, revealing a smug expression.
Zhang Da also snatched the cigar from Tom's mouth and put it out together with his own: "Okay, stop playing. Smoking is harmful to your health."
This is definitely not jealousy. Is it true that Tom's smoking is harmful to his health?
Zhang Da also pretended to throw a cigar, but after thinking for a while, he withdrew his hand and tried to stuff it into the inventory. As a result, Tom's cigar couldn't be put in, but his own could, but it took up an extra slot.
[Used Saucy Cigar: No special effects, but for smokers, it tastes really great. 】
I don't know what's so good about it...
Forget it, let’s keep it for now. There are still a lot of grids anyway. What if I need it in the future?
The hamster-type player's thinking is activated. As long as there is space in the backpack, they are reluctant to throw anything away.
As for the other prop, the magic milk, Zhang Da took it out, looked at it, and then put it back. It was really bubbling and looked like it was about to explode at any time. Tom was a little panicked when he saw it.
Zhang Da didn't dare to try it, nor was he willing to waste it. He would decide when there was danger and he needed to gamble everything.
Looking at the time, Zhang Da decided to exercise for a while, which would not only recharge the magic circle but also exercise his body, killing two birds with one stone.
Looking at the slowly rising numbers, Zhang Da became more energetic. Help me up, I can still run!
After running for half an hour and raising his energy to 43%, Zhang Daye was really exhausted this time and kept panting.
He found that running speed also affects energy increase. Generally speaking, jogging for an hour and a half can accumulate enough energy, and if you run faster, maybe an hour will be enough.
He also tried exercises like push-ups, which did increase his body weight, but did not seem as efficient as running.
In short, you have to exercise for at least one and a half hours every day. When your physical strength increases, you may be able to recharge several times a day.
Considering Zhang Daye's current physical strength, no matter which sport he chooses, it will be a daunting test. At this moment, he is extremely envious of those physical fitness masters.
But no matter how difficult it is, you have to persevere. If you are too weak, you will never feel safe in this world.
Zhang Da, exhausted, walked back slowly with Tom.
He was so focused on studying how to recharge that he didn't even take a good look at the scenery on the island. Fortunately, he didn't have as severe a problem with directions as Zoro, otherwise he would definitely not be able to go back.
Looking around, I observed the exotic buildings around me, the people coming and going, and the bubbles rising from the ground from time to time.
Tom looked curiously at the people who got into the bubbles and rode their bikes, and the people who put their luggage into the bubbles and pulled the bubbles with a rope like a balloon.
"Tom, come and try!" Zhang Da also grabbed a bubble that floated in front of him and pressed it on Tom's head.
Before Tom knew what was happening, his head had already entered the basketball-sized bubble.
I was a little panicked at first, but then I realized it was nothing, my breathing was smooth and my vision was not affected.
Zhang Da also waved his hand in front of Tom's eyes: "Do you feel uncomfortable? Do you want to try to get in completely?"
Tom was very excited. When cats see round things, they always want to get into them for some unknown reason.
So, Zhang Daye stuffed the curious Tom into the bubble, curled up into a cat ball, blinking his big eyes innocently.
As Zhang Da loosened his hand, the bubble containing Tom floated upwards.
It is said that the bubbles here are formed by the gas produced by the roots of the mangroves under your feet when they breathe, which fills the special resin secreted by the roots.
These bubbles will continue to rise until they leave the special environment of the Sabaody Archipelago and burst.
As a science student, Zhang Da also subconsciously thought about the air exhaled by the tree roots and the air density under normal conditions. It seemed that the rising of the bubbles was not scientific at all?
Not to mention there was a cat inside.
Eh? Where's my cat?
Zhang Da also raised his head and found that Tom was looking at the ground which was getting farther and farther away from him with a look of horror, struggling to get out of the bubble.
"Tom, use your claws and make bigger cuts so it can come out!"
Tom felt as if he had been pardoned. He stretched out his two front paws and grabbed the bubble hard, and the bubble burst with a snap.
Tom's face lit up with joy, and then he seemed to suddenly remember something. He poked the tip of his tail down and found it was empty, then he dropped down with a whoosh. Tom was so scared that his eyes bulged out and his limbs waved in the air.
Zhang Da also quickly reached out to take it, but unfortunately he was a step too slow.
Tom fell to the ground with a thud and turned into a cat pancake.
"Uh..." Zhang Da also bent down and tore the cat biscuit off the ground, held it in his hand, and then saw Tom return to his original state with a puff.
"Tom, I saw in your profile that you have immortality, how about we do some testing or something?"
Zhang Da also remembered that Tom could be restored no matter he was chopped into pieces, flattened, burned to ashes or anything else. He had just seen how he looked when he was flattened. Should he try something else next?
Tom looked at Zhang Daye in horror, his eyes as if he was looking at a demon.
