Chapter 1868: Medusa 21

Ning Shu's only thing worth money is the blood of God, the blood of Poseidon, but I don't know if the other person knows the goods.
"You have any wish, I can help you achieve it." Ning Shu asked, the next time you do the task, you must redeem some clothes.
Otherwise, like this situation now, streaking!
The girl shook her head and immediately thought of something. She paused and said, "This has not rained for two months, and there is no water in the well."
Even if there is water, it is a bit turbid water. I have prayed for God for a long time, and it has not rained.
The girl said casually, she did not expect Ning Shu to rain.
Ning Shu said, "If I can rain, do you give me the clothes?"
The girl simply doesn't believe, "If you can rain, I will give you the cloth and give you a beautiful dress."
Only the gods can control the four seasons, it is raining and windy. This woman who suddenly pops up, her hair is blown up and looks very beautiful, but it does not mean that it will rain.
"It rains at night, you get your clothes ready." Ning Shu said.
Ning Shu finger a little, reducing the temperature of the clouds, the colder the water vapor in the air will turn water, which is the principle of artificial rainfall.
The girl will be suspicious, she does not believe in Ning Shu, Ning Shu does not matter, looking for a place to sit down and hold the chin towards the weaving girl asked "What is your name?"
The girl did not raise her head and said, "Arakney, don't you leave?"
"I don't have a place to go now, I have to wait for your clothes." Ning Shu did not care, "But I feel your name is familiar."
Arakney, who will weave, Ningshu asks, "This is Lidia."
"Yes." Arakney.
Ningshu
Ning Shu looked at the dark-skinned woman, snorted, ran so far, and met people who had a relationship with Athena.
The young girl of Lydia is called Arakney, and her textile level is unparalleled.
The woven shawl is as thin as a flap but warm as a suede, and the pattern on the fabric is vivid, and even the birds fly into the house from the window to smash the cherry on the embroidery.
She is young, everyone praises her, she is proud of her uncontrollable, boasting that "I am the best weaver in the world, I am better than Athena."
Athena knew, and of course the rest of the gods heard it.
Athena immediately set off to the small village of Ridiya where Arkney lived. Arakney was spinning and weaving in the house, and suddenly heard the knock on the door and opened the door.
At the door stood a tall blond girl, solemn and solemn. Probably guessed who this beauty is, and bowed down to the beauty knee.
Arakney’s head came with a soft voice. "Well, confused girl, I am the Athena you ridiculed. Can you give me a reason not to kill you?"
Arakney shook his head desperately, crying, asking for forgiveness from Athena.
"Poor child, you are proud, your talent is ruining like a stinger."
Athena gave him a chance, that is, two people bet on weaving, who can weave beautiful cloth, and the lost person will never touch the spindle.
Of course, in the end, Arakney lost, Arakney was so afraid of fear, and directly took the hemp rope to hang himself.
Athena looked at Arakney's face purple, her eyes wide and her hair erect.
So Athena touched Arakney's shoulder with her hand, Arakney's face turned from purple to black, the eyeball was more prominent, the body contracted, and the hands and feet became longer.
Athena touched the rope on the hang again. The rope swayed and the change became finer and finer until it became a slender silk. At the end of the silk, a small, hairy, small insect was smeared.
The bet lost will not touch the spindle, can not be textile, the kind Athena turned her Laclin into a spider to let her continue to sew in the bushes.
Ningshu
When people die, you will die and turn people into ugly spiders.
Turn Medusa into an ugly snake demon and turn a girl into a spider.
I’m so ugly
Arakney is because the textile technology is so proud, Athena becomes an old woman and Arakney wants to fear the gods.
Arakney did not care very much, Athena must be angry, I really thought that the gods were magnanimous.
Ning Shu said, "You are very good, these cloths are beautiful."

Actually, I can weave a more beautiful cloth,
Arakney said.
"It is very important to be modest, it is the kingly way to make a big fortune." Arakney is a human woman, although very talented, but the power of the hand is not bound, this result is affirmative.
As the ancestor of the human textile technology, Athena will tolerate a human rumor that someone is better than her?
"I don't understand what you are saying. Everyone says that my weaving is very beautiful," Arakney said.
Ning Shu held his chin and looked out the window. The sky gathered some dark clouds, blocking the sun, and the earth became a bit dark.
"You can make clothes for me. It is already clouded, and it will definitely rain in the evening." Ning Shu said.
"When it really rains, I will be able to make the clothes for you soon," said Alanic.
Ning Shu sat on the ground with his legs crossed and began to practice. He took time to practice.
With a bang, there was a thunder in the sky, and Alanic was a little shocked and walked out of the house to look at the sky.
In addition to Alain, there are still many people waiting for the house to wait for the rain.
The thunder was getting denser and denser. Ning Shu stopped practicing and ran out of the house and flew to the place near the thunder.
Ning Shu stood on a tree and watched the lightning close, decided to lead the mine and absorb the power of the Thunder.
Ning Shu took a deep breath and went to pick up the thunder and lightning. A thunderbolt squatted on Ningshu's body without mercy.
Ning Shu's hair stood up, braving the smoke, and Ning Shu spit out his mouth and spit white smoke.
There is a thunder in the body, I don't know if it was because of the power of Zeus's Thunder. Ning Shu felt that this thunder and lightning had no pain in Zeus's thunder.
The power of the thunder that Ningshu absorbed, and the power of the thunder in the slabs of Dantian, is also a reward.
Ning Shu constantly provoked thunder and lightning, thunder rumbling, and one after another squatting on Ning Shu's body.
Ning Shu opened his mouth and spit smoke, and the flesh was cooked.
After the thunder, when the rain fell, everyone took out the top of the pot and took the rain on the head. Some people ran in the rain, or danced.
Ning Shu returned to the house, and the thatched cottage was leaking and ticking.
Arany's own fabrics are ready, ready to make clothes for Ningshu, carefully watching Ning Shu ask, "I will make clothes for you, are you a god?"
"No." Ning Shu sat down and began to practice, suppressing the power of the thunder in the riots in Dantian.