He has injuries and doesn't like to use his original form because it's a bit ugly. Fang Rong had seen him when he was a child, but he hasn't revealed his original form since, so he doesn't know what he looks like now.

"It grew crooked?" Otherwise, there would be no reason not to show it off.

He would suffer if he didn't reveal his true form. He was always at a disadvantage from one end to the other, and was constantly on the verge of death. He also needed Fang Rong to take care of him. Of course, Fang Hua would sometimes shield him from open and hidden attacks.

The two cooperated well, mainly because they had been completely honest with each other and had no barriers between them, so they could trust each other completely.

Two superhumans, one mutant, and a dozen or so ordinary people. Fang Rong could handle the dozen or so ordinary people by himself. After all, he was a superhuman. Even without training, he could figure out many patterns on his own and use them with ease.

Those two superhumans are a problem. He can't defeat them alone and can only move around. Especially the fire superhuman, there's no water here, so it's difficult to deal with them.

Fortunately, Fang Hua is a multi-talented individual. When the fire on the other side was ignited, Fang Hua extinguished it with a flood of water. When the wood-type ability was activated, his fire-type ability came in handy, perfectly countering the opponent.

The other party has no special abilities and is just a weakling who can't be of much help. Fang Rong can handle him.

The two sides remained in a state of equilibrium, focusing solely on the conflict between Fang Hua and that woman.

After the woman transformed into a lizard, her strength increased dramatically. She could easily lift anything along the edge, and if someone was hit by her, they would be injured even if they didn't die.

The two of them would be at a disadvantage if they stayed apart. After all, they needed to take care of each other, and being together was the right way. So Fang Rong mustered up her courage and rolled over to stand back to back with Fang Hua.

The air conditioner was on inside, but the exertion he had just done had taken its toll, and he was covered in sweat. Fang Rong touched his back and found his hand covered in blood, which startled him.

"I'm injured?" How come he didn't know when this happened? He shouldn't have been like that, having been leaning against the wall the whole time.

Oh no, Fang Hua is injured.

He already had an injury on his back, and he must have aggravated it just now.

To make matters worse.

How are you?

"I'm fine," Fang Hua replied calmly.

He's like a fighting machine, how can he not feel pain?

With such a large wound, Fang Rong would have given up long ago.

What do we do now?

"have no idea."

As expected, that was the answer. Asking him was basically pointless, so Fang Rong decided to find a solution herself.

He sized up the woman, and she sized him up too. She was perched on the wall, head down, tilting her head to look at him. By the way, can lizards climb walls?

Could it be a gecko?

Obviously not. The lizard's tail swayed gently, its color changed, and it slowly disappeared into its surroundings, blending in with its surroundings. It was impossible to distinguish it without careful observation.

This is an ability only lizards possess—the ability to change color. She really is a lizard.

"Fang Hua, I've heard that lizards are afraid of fire, why don't you give it a try?"

"Okay." Fang Hua pressed heavily against the wall, and flames spread from his body, instantly climbing up the wall and starting to burn from the wallpaper.

"I told you to burn her, why are you burning the wall?" Fang Rong nudged him.

Fang Hua stared in one direction without saying a word. After a while, a scream suddenly rang out from there. It turned out that the woman had unknowingly approached them, and was only a little over a meter away.

A heavy object fell from the wall, revealing a lizard on the floor. Its colors slowly faded, returning to its original, colorful appearance. It was beautiful, but a bit dazzling.

"It works, burn it again."

"Okay." Fang Hua threw a fireball at her, and the woman screamed, involuntarily backing away in fear.

With a bang, the fireball didn't burn her, but instead burned another wood-type ability user.

They were actually willing to die for her. They looked at each other and saw the astonishment in each other's eyes.

I didn't see any relationship between the two. If there was, it could only be described as unrequited love. Every time the girl was in danger, the wood-type ability user would rush over, disregarding his own safety, and then the girl would scold him.

The disdain in his eyes was impossible to hide, but even so, the man still rushed over without hesitation to shield him from a fatal blow.

Wood ignites fire, and the fire blazed up instantly, blackening a patch of the ceiling above. The man roared in the fire and suddenly charged toward them, seemingly intending to die with them.

Fang Hua was not afraid of fire. His target was Fang Rong. Fang Rong couldn't dodge in time and was grabbed by the waist and held on tightly. Parts of his body were already charred, and his clothes were instantly burned with a large hole, and many blisters were even formed on the skin underneath.

Fang Hua raised a foot and kicked him away, leaving only his two arms hanging on Fang Rong's body, which startled him.

He could still feel the fingers moving, gripping his clothes tightly. The nerves in his arm were still alive, carrying out the last obsession transmitted by his brain.

Seeing an opportunity, the two men opened the window to escape, but Fang Hua grabbed one of them by the foot, pulled him back, and threw him to the ground. He had no sympathy whatsoever; he spread his fingers and, with a "plop," stabbed the man in the chest, pulling out his heart.

"He's dead too." That was the fire-type ability user from before. His heart seemed to be useful to Fang Hua. He broke it open, smelled it, and finally took something that looked like a snake gall and threw it into his mouth. He bit into it and his mouth was full of blood.

"What are you eating?" Fang Rong asked, remembering what he had eaten before.

When he ate his brothers and sisters, his mouth was full of blood, and when he smiled, his white teeth were gleaming, making him look particularly terrifying.

Now, perhaps he's gotten used to it and doesn't feel uncomfortable at all. Maybe his mindset has changed. Back then, he had never even killed a chicken, and he always bought chicken nuggets to cook. Now, he not only witnessed murder firsthand, but he also participated in it himself.

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