Fang Hua realized she had let something slip, so she quickly came over to make up for it, kissed him on the forehead, and then held him as they slept.

"Fang Rong's hands are ice cold." Fang Hua held his hand. "Warm them up for Fang Rong."

Fang Rong's expression softened a little. He was the type whose hands and feet would turn cold as soon as it got cold, and his hands and feet were always icy. Rather than punishing Fang Hua, he was punishing himself. Fang Hua was fine, but he was about to freeze to death.

Fang Hua tucked his feet between her legs to warm them up.

Regardless, Fang Rong was quite satisfied with his performance. There's no such thing as holding a grudge overnight between husband and wife, so she reluctantly forgave him.

Fang Rong gradually fell asleep while thinking, but was woken up in the middle of the night by Fang Hua talking in his sleep.

Upon closer inspection, what I heard was, "Fang Rong was so fucked by me that her legs couldn't close." (Silly grin) (*︶*)

(▼ plate ▼ #).

"Fang Rong's legs were so sore from my fucking that she couldn't close them." (Continues grinning foolishly) (*︶*)

(▼ plate ▼ #).

"Fang Rong's legs were so sore from my fucking that she couldn't close them." She was still grinning like an idiot. (*︶*)

(▼ plate ▼ #).

Do you still want a little penis?

He kicked him, and Fang Hua woke up with a start. He glanced around groggily and saw no one else. He hugged him, kissed him, and then went back to sleep.

Fang Rong's face turned red with frustration. This bastard must have been dreaming something bad, he actually got hard and kept rubbing his lower body against her.

(▼ plate ▼ #).

Fang Ren pretended not to know, but Fang Hua went too far, as if she were doing it herself, tearing off his clothes and rubbing against him.

Finally, he actually pushed his hand inside, and with a forceful press, he squeezed it in.

(▼ plate ▼ #).

Fang Rong was devastated. She was forced to go through with him, and thought she could finally sleep. But this was just the beginning. He had to do it two or three more times before she finally fell asleep.

The first thing Fang Hua did when he woke up the next day was to beat him up. However, Fang Hua seemed to realize that he was wrong. He quickly cleaned the house and even cooked a bowl of vegetable soup. The taste was not great, but it was barely edible.

He even knelt down by the bed, and Fang Rong unconsciously called for water, which immediately came, so her anger subsided considerably.

Oh well, he's older than Fang Hua, so I have to give in to him whether I want to or not.

Fang Rong propped himself up, but Fang Hua quickly pressed him down, saying, "I'm going to set up my stall today, Fang Rong, just stay in bed."

Fang Rong was stunned. This guy finally knows how to care for people.

"Fang Rong was so tired from being pampered yesterday that she couldn't close her legs. She needs to rest."

(▼皿▼#), will you die if you don't mention it?

Fang Rong raised his foot to kick him, but Fang Hua didn't dodge. He smiled and took a few kicks, then held Fang Rong's ankle and put him under the covers. "It's cold outside, Fang Rong, sleep a little longer."

Fang Rong was indeed quite tired, so she pulled the blanket over her head and fell asleep again.

When he woke up, he found himself in the market. Fang Hua carried the wooden plank over, and he felt nothing while riding on it.

Not far away, the ground was covered with animal hides, and on them were two piles of wine, which he had brewed together back then. There were still two bottles left in his storage space, and he would have to brew more after selling them.

Where did Fang Hua go? He's nowhere to be found.

Fang Rong lifted the blanket and realized she wasn't wearing any clothes. She felt quite embarrassed in the street with nothing to cover herself.

He shrank back into bed, dressed inside, and only came out after he was fully dressed.

A crowd had gathered not far away, and the sounds of fighting could be heard. Fang Rong folded the blanket and went to take a look.

The market here is quite lively. There are not only lion tribes within a hundred miles, but also some smaller animals like foxes, since the two don't have any vested interests.

Lions hunt large herbivores, while foxes hunt small animals like mice. Since they eat different things, they naturally have no grudges against each other and can go out together.

The story of the fox borrowing the tiger's power isn't entirely without merit, after all, they are from different races.

Fang Rong pushed through the crowd and saw that the person fighting inside was none other than Fang Hua, along with several males from the Lion Tribe. Three of them looked very familiar. Upon closer inspection, they realized that they were the ones Fang Hua had beaten up and forced to come and buy wine.

They've brought a group of people and are planning to get their revenge.

It's definitely better to do business honestly; look at the trouble this has caused.

Fang Rong changed to a more convenient angle to continue looking.

There were six people standing opposite Fang Hua. One of them had fallen to the ground, and another was being helped up.

This guy hasn't fought in a long time, but he's still incredibly powerful. Back in the military region, he swept through the area, defeating a bunch of orcs like gorillas, test subjects, and leopards. Even superhumans couldn't handle him. Now he's annihilating the Lion Tribe.

One is a cat in its original form and the other is a lion. It seems like Fang Hua is at a disadvantage. However, he is a multi-talented individual. The more superpowers he has, the stronger his body becomes.

One superpower is about ten times stronger than an ordinary person, two superpowers double that, about thirty times stronger, just like a discount or free gift promotion in a shopping mall. Buy one at the regular price, buy two and get one free, one plus one equals three.

The more superpowers Fang Rong possesses, the stronger he becomes in all aspects of his body, including speed, strength, eyesight, reaction time, and brain processing ability. If you calculate carefully, he is hundreds of times stronger than an ordinary person. It would be shameful to lose under such circumstances.

He wouldn't dare call himself the number one person in the military region; being the nth person in the military region would be more like it.

As expected, the situation on the field kept changing, and in the end, Fang Hua gained the upper hand. He used his superpowers in turn: wood for support, fire for offense, ice for ranged attacks, and metal for melee. His multiple superpowers gave him the advantage of timing and location, and no matter where he was, it was advantageous to him.

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