Chapter 1868

Ning Shu's only thing worth some money is divine blood, the divine blood of Poseidon, but he doesn't know whether the other side knows the goods or not.

"What do you want? I can help you achieve it." Ning Shu asked, "next time you do a task, you must exchange some clothes.".

Otherwise, as is the case now, naked. Run!

The girl shook her head, then thought of something, paused and said: "it has not rained for two months, and there is almost no water in the well"

even if there is water, it is also a little muddy water. She has prayed for the gods for a long time, and there is no rain.

If a girl says anything, she doesn't expect Ning Shu to rain.

Ning Shu said, "if I could rain, would you give me your clothes?"

The girl didn't believe it at all. "If you can rain, I'll give you cloth and make you a beautiful dress."

Only the gods can control the four seasons. It's rainy and windy. This woman suddenly appears with her hair blown up. She looks beautiful, but it doesn't mean it can rain.

"It's going to rain at night. Get your clothes ready." Ning Shu said.

Ningshu fingers a little, reduce the temperature of the clouds, the colder the water vapor in the air will turn into water, this is the principle of artificial rainfall.

The girl was skeptical. She didn't believe Ning Shu at all. Ning Shu didn't care. She found a place to sit down and hold her chin to the girl who was weaving. "What's your name?" she asked

The girl said without raising her head, "Arachne, don't you leave?"

"I don't have a place to go now. I have to wait for your clothes." Ning shuchao said casually, "but I think your name is a little familiar."

Arachne, who can weave, Ning Shu asked, "this is Lydia."

"Yes." Arachne.

Ning Shu:

Ning Shu looks at the woman with some dark skin. After a long run, she meets someone who has something to do with Athena.

Lydia's young girl, Arachne, has a level of weaving that no one can match.

The shawl is as thin as cicada wings but as warm as fur. The patterns on the fabric are lifelike. Even birds come in from the window to peck cherries on the embroidery.

She was young and praised by everyone. She was too proud to hold it. She boasted: "I am the best weaver in the world. I am better than Athena.".

Athena knew, and of course the other gods heard.

Athena immediately set out to reach the little village of Lydia where Arachne lived. Arachne was spinning and weaving in the house, when she heard a knock on the door, she opened it.

At the door stood a tall blonde, demure and dignified. Probably guessed this beautiful woman is who, kneels under the beautiful woman's knee.

There was a soft voice on Arachne's head: "well, lost girl, I'm the Athena you sneered at. Can you give me a reason not to kill you?"

Arachne shook his head desperately, sobbed, and asked Athena's forgiveness. "Poor boy, you are proud of yourself. Your talent is like a scorpion's sting."

Athena gave him a chance to make a bet that whoever weaves a beautiful cloth will never touch the spindle.

Of course, in the end, Arachne lost. Arachne was so scared that he hanged himself with a hemp rope.

Athena watched Arachne's face turn purple, her eyes protruding and her hair standing upright.

So Athena touched Arachne's shoulder with her hand. Arachne's face turned from purple to black, her eyes became more prominent, her body contracted and her hands and feet became longer.

Athena touched the hanging rope again. The rope shook and became more and more thin until it became a thin silk. At one end of the silk, she scratched and hung a fluffy multi legged insect.

Bet the loser can't touch the spindle, can't spin. Good Athena turns her lackline into a spider and lets her continue spinning and weaving in the bush.

Ning Shu:

If people want to die, you can let them die, and turn them into ugly spiders.

Turn Medusa into an ugly snake demon and a girl into a spider.

How many are so ugly-_ -||The reason why Arachne was so skillful in textile technology was that Athena became an old woman and let Arachne fear gods.

Arachne didn't care much. Athena must be angry. She really thought the gods were generous.

Ning Shu said, "you are very good. These cloth are very beautiful."

"In fact, I can make more beautiful cloth." Said Arachne.

"It's very important to be modest. It's the king's way to make a fortune with a dull voice." Arachne is a human woman. Although she is very talented, she has no power to bind a chicken. It is certain that she has this result.

Athena, as the ancestor of human textile technology, will tolerate a human saying that someone weaves better than her?

"I don't understand what you're talking about. Everyone says I'm a beautiful Weaver." Said Arachne.Ning Shu looks out of the window with his chin up. Some dark clouds gather in the sky and block the sun. The earth becomes dark.

"You can make clothes for me. It's cloudy now. It's sure to rain at night." Ning Shu said.

"When it does rain, I'll be able to make the clothes for you soon." Aranick said.

Ning Shu sits cross legged on the ground and begins to practice. He should seize the time to practice.

With a roar, there was thunder in the sky. Aranick was a little surprised and walked out of the house and looked at the sky.

In addition to aranick, there are many people waiting out of the house for the rain.

The thunder became more and more intense. Ning Shu stopped practicing, ran out of the house and flew to the place near the thunder.

Ning Shuli stands on a tree, looks at the thunder approaching, decides to lead the thunder and absorb the power of the thunder.

Ning Shu takes a deep breath to provoke thunder and lightning. A thunder and lightning strikes Ning Shu mercilessly.

Ning Shu's hair is standing up and smoking. Ning Shu opens his mouth and spits out white smoke.

There is thunder force in the body. I don't know if it's because it was baptized by Zeus before. Ning Shu feels that this thunder is not as painful as Zeus's thunder force.

The thunder power that Ning Shu absorbed, the thunder power that crackled in the Dantian, is also a harvest.

Ning Shu constantly provokes thunder, thunder rumbling, one after another in Ning Shu's body.

Ning Shu opens his mouth and spits out smoke. His skin is going to be roasted.

After the thunder and lightning, under the heavy rain, everyone took out the pottery pot top to receive the rain, some people rushed in the rain, or danced.

Ning Shu went back to the house. The thatched cottage was leaking and ticking.

Aranick's own cloth has been put away. He is going to make clothes for Ning Shu. He looks at Ning Shu carefully and asks, "I will make clothes for you. Are you a God?"

"No." Ning Shu sat down and began to cultivate and suppress the thunder power of the uprising in Dantian.