Since the Supreme Arena has the most superpowers, he also seeks guidance there. The Supreme Arena has a special place for issuing missions, but because the rewards are low, his missions quickly disappeared.

Fang Rong was somewhat disappointed and began to think about weapons and escape tools, since he still needed to save his life if he couldn't handle the situation.

If you want to keep up with criminals, your mode of transportation has to be incredibly powerful, like a car or a spaceship that makes noise. It can only travel on main roads; if you encounter a side road, you'll be in trouble and won't be able to squeeze in.

So, a means of transportation needs to be small and able to fly, which seems impossible. Although there are many flying vehicles now, almost none of them are silent.

After all, an engine is still needed; if you want it to fly, the engine must be quite large, and it's even more impossible to carry another person.

He thought of a flying skateboard, which relies on magnetic levitation, but can only be used in cities. If he encounters a place without magnetic levitation, he won't be able to escape.

His ability does allow his skateboard to float, but with another person, it probably won't fly for long. So this ability is only for emergencies. If you need it urgently, you have to put the skateboard away normally. It would be quite awkward to carry a skateboard around. It's best to keep it light and easy to put in your bag.

He couldn't think of anything else to put in his bag besides clothes.

Wait! Clothes!

He can make clothes float; if the clothes were any bigger, they could hold a person.

Fang Rong couldn't resist trying it out. She spread the four corners of the sheet open, and the entire sheet became as hard as a bed.

He pressed it with his hand; it looked very sturdy, as if one could sit on it.

To ensure the best effect, he first moved a cabinet upstairs. The cabinet was quite heavy, and the bed sheet, made of ordinary material, couldn't support it. It was completely crushed in the middle and almost hit the bottom. He was heavier than the cabinet, so the bed sheet definitely couldn't withstand it.

What if we replaced it with a thicker carpet?

It's fine, but I can't take it out. Luckily, he only needs to go out at night, so this is the best option.

I still need to practice lifting a person's weight.

He first wrote down his weight, then moved several pieces of furniture together to make up his weight. At first, he put them down one by one, but after practicing for a while, he found that he could probably bear it.

So I put all the furniture on it, and it could hold up for a few minutes, but it wouldn't move; it would fall apart if I moved it.

This is equivalent to doing three things at once: controlling the sheets, moving around, and maintaining balance. I can't even keep going after doing just two of these things. It looks like I need to train a bit more.

Fortunately, the boss and his wife are going on another trip, so he has more free time. Apart from cooking, he spends all his time practicing this superpower. The carpet he chose has also been delivered. It has a dark, retro pattern and is completely black underneath. If he wears all black and goes out at night, he'll be completely invisible.

One week later...

He felt that this ability still had potential, and he was now slowly able to take small steps, which was steady. He could occasionally sit on it and try it out. Going from downstairs to upstairs was no problem, but he had to stay close to the ground, as it was too low to fly very high.

His idea was to leap over skyscrapers and such, but this result is really discouraging. However, he hasn't given up and is still practicing.

Especially now that it's halfway to success, it can carry people and even fly. The only awkward thing is going up the stairs. Since it's already close to the ground, its butt gets bumped when it goes up the stairs.

If you bump into him, you'll be distracted by the pain and lose control, then you'll fall down the stairs.

Her buttocks, which had only healed a few days earlier, swelled up again, giving her an excuse to refuse Fang Hua.

Fang Hua had just tasted the sweetness and wanted to be with him every day for another round, but now he couldn't get it and was listless and lacked energy every day.

Of course, he'll still have to do things like bring water to wash feet or wash clothes.

Fang Rong used to do all of this herself, but now that someone else is doing it, she feels a little uncomfortable but also secretly pleased. Of course, she also feels that Fang Hua has grown up and can do housework and is considerate of others.

If you ignore his little actions at night, like occasionally coming up to touch you, checking on you once a day, and if you don't let him check, he'll force himself on you, and afterwards he'll kneel in the corner, completely obedient.

He's not worried about his swollen buttocks now. Although Fang Hua keeps making small moves, he doesn't dare to do anything reckless. After that incident, his backside got a bit serious, which probably scared Fang Hua. So every time, he only takes small liberties, kissing and touching, and stops at the last step.

He hasn't crossed the line all these times, and he's always managed to restrain himself, which shows that he still cares a lot.

When the moon was high in the sky, Fang Hua finally returned. He did what he always did: eat, wash clothes, bring water to wash his feet, and then go to bed.

He seems a bit off lately, speaking very little. He mostly answers Fang Rong's questions with vague "uh-huh" responses, clearly just going through the motions.

Fang Rong was a little unhappy and couldn't help but push him. A muffled groan came from behind her, as if she had touched some wound. The sensation was wrong.

He thought about how Fang Hua usually wanted to be completely naked as soon as he got home, so it was unusual for him to be sleeping in clothes this time.

"What’s wrong with you?"

"It's nothing," Fang Hua said, catching his breath in the darkness.

"You say everything's fine, but you're definitely hiding something from me." Fang Rong turned over to face him. "So what if I don't let you have sex? Is it really that big of a deal?"

He was a little angry. He reached out and grabbed Fang Hua's shirt, but somehow he pulled on something and felt something strange on his hand—a sticky liquid.

Fang Rong looked up in the moonlight and was startled. "You're injured?"

The liquid was blood, fresh and warm, clearly from a recent tear, and the wound was quite large.

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