"Pen...swearing?"
Su Mo didn't react for a moment, his eyes were confused.
Fatty Wu nodded solemnly, "Pen, curse."
"And the scolding was very dirty. Compared with the scolding it did, I was nothing compared to the scolding it did."
A picture suddenly appeared in Su Mo's mind. A very strange pen transformed into hands and feet standing in the void, pointing at a group of young geniuses and yelling curses, from their ancestors to their unborn descendants. ...
It's just that Su Mo has never seen such a weird curse with a pen.
After thinking about it, Su Mo asked, "What does this have to do with you?"
Fatty Wu still looked unhappy when he thought about it.
"That pen seems to be able to see through people's hearts. It will scold whatever is most difficult for others to face."
"The most important thing is that every time it curses someone, it will add a sentence at the end..."
"...It's been a long time since I've cursed someone like this. It feels so good. Thank you Fatty Wu for letting grandpa out."
Su Mo's mouth twitched and he looked at Fatty Wu with sympathy.
This pen is really wicked. Every time it scolds someone, one more person will hate Fatty Wu.
No wonder, Fatty Wu said he couldn't leave now.
It turns out that everyone else is looking for him and want to eat him alive!
only......
"Just to take it out on you, they didn't leave?" Su Mo asked with a frown.
Fatty Wu shook his head, "Of course not."
"That pen is very strange. It has the power of telepathy and seems to be able to see through people's hearts."
"So those who haven't left yet are all trying to catch that damn pen. Now...this damn pen is the biggest opportunity in the forbidden area."
"The origin of that pen is too mysterious and has a spiritual power."
"It's natural for everyone to want such an artifact..."
Su Mo looked at Fatty Wu suspiciously and asked doubtfully: "You brought this pen out of that ruined temple, and you didn't take it down?"
Fatty Wu's face turned very ugly in an instant, and he cursed.
"I didn't bring it out, it followed me out secretly."
"And...I don't want that damn pen..."
Having said this, Fatty Wu did not continue, but his face was full of resentment...
Su Mo was stunned for a moment, seemed to understand something, and asked with a smile.
"What did it scold you for?"
Fatty Wu's face darkened, and he looked at Su Mo with a very aggrieved expression.
"Anyway, don't let me touch that damn pen again, otherwise Grandpa Wu will definitely use it to stir up shit!"
"Then seal it, find a pit and bury it under the pit."
"I still have to poop in the manhole every day, and I have to be scolded every time I poop."
This was the most 'vicious' trick Fatty Wu could think of. It was obvious that the words scolded by the pen were also very unpleasant and made him extremely angry.
Su Mo thought for a while and couldn't help but nodded.
A pen that has the power of his mind will definitely rub people's pain points when they curse.
But from what Fatty Wu said, this pen must be very detached. Why does such a pen like to curse people?
After thinking for a moment, Su Mo slowly stood up and said something to Fatty Wu.
"Let's go!"
Fatty Wu was stunned and asked doubtfully: "Let's go? Where?"
Su Mo said calmly: "I will take you away and get out of the forbidden area."
"You don't want that pen?" Fatty Wu asked.
Su Mo shook his head, "You can't offend this pen at first sight. With his ability to communicate with others, who can stand being around and scolding people all day long?"
"I don't want this pen either!"
"And I feel that no one should be able to conquer this pen. Don't think about it. This kind of thing is not something we can touch."
Fatty Wu thought for a while and nodded.
He also felt that this pen was too weird. It was really terrifying to see something sealed by the power of supreme rules in such a forbidden area.
Fatty Wu also stood up and patted his butt, "That's alright, let's go."
However, he still seemed to be a bit concerned about face, and his old habit relapsed, and he couldn't help but exclaimed again: "For the sake of Brother Changsheng, Grandpa Wu will let him go."
"Otherwise, I will definitely find it and scold it for three days and three nights."
"Let him know who is the originator of swearing..."
Su Mo looked at the unhappy look on Fatty Wu's face, shook his head and smiled.
Just then...
A voice suddenly came from above the rocks where the two of them were.
"Damn fat man, are you sure you want to scold your Grandpa Bixian and me for three days and three nights?"
When Fatty Wu heard this voice, his fat face suddenly turned extremely ugly.
Even Su Mo was in a daze for a moment.
The two of them followed the sound stiffly and looked up.
On top of the rocks where the two of them were, a golden dragon-whiskered magic pen with extremely flamboyant gleaming gold was lying on the boulder looking at them.
There was no human face on the barrel of the pen, but they could clearly feel that the pen was looking at them.
The body of the pen is obviously a dark red glaze, but it shines with golden light. The vellus hair under the pen is slightly parted, like a person's two legs crossed.
Moreover, the voice just now came from the pen...
Su Mo's eyes narrowed and he looked at the pen blankly.
Just now in his mind, he clearly didn't feel the pen approaching, and even he didn't know when the pen appeared.
"You, you, you, you..." Fatty Wu's face was full of disbelief, his eyes were staring at the pen in horror, and his fingers were trembling, "You, you, you... you damn How can the pen hide...hide, hide...hide here?"
The pen looked at Fatty Wu's changed expression, his hair parted, he slowly stood up, and spoke very 'elegantly': "Why are you still stuttering?"
"Is it because your fat is growing toward your brain and blocking your throat?"
"Or is the fat spilling out and your tongue slipping?"
"You can't say a word clearly, and you still want to scold your Mr. Bi for three days and three nights?"
"It's like looking in the mirror with mud... and treating yourself like shit."
"The shit comes out of the latrine and you want to cover the wall... you treat yourself like mud."
"You can't say a word for a long time, but you're worthy of scolding your pen master?"
"When you, Mr. Bi, and I scold others, your ancestors would just scream..."
"Oh, I understand. Are you planning to scold Mr. Bi for three days and three nights in one sentence?"
"That's not possible. You said you're not tired. Mr. Bi is still tired from waiting!"
"How about you find a piece of paper and write down what you want to curse, and I can read it myself?"
This article is eloquent, as if you don’t need to think about swearing, it’s a done deal...
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