Dean Wang turned his head and glanced at the boy who was full of hostility. His eyes showed a hint of heartache, but there was also a hint of madness in his heartache.
"One day you will thank me. I don't need your thanks. As long as you can control that power, you will be the most powerful king in this apocalypse. Whether it's zombies or mutated animals, they will all be your slaves."
Dean Wang became increasingly agitated as he spoke, poised to stand up and deliver a long and impassioned speech.
"whispering sound."
Wang Ge snorted coldly, curled up in the passenger seat, and ignored Dean Wang's impassioned speech.
He rubbed his blood-stained fingers hard on his jaw.
The color on her chin began to turn white, revealing a striking red mole that was covered by foundation.
The red mole on his chin made Wang Ge look alluring, completely different from the dull-witted boy he once was.
Wang Ge reached into the car's glove compartment, took out a Sun Wukong mask, and put it on his face.
The mask of Sun Wukong is so lifelike that it only reveals two holes and does not cover his eyes.
He glanced at Dean Wang with a fierce look in his eyes, then lazily closed them.
Even when he was sleeping, he still exuded a faint aura of malevolence that he couldn't seem to dissipate.
It seems that his hostility only disappears for a short while when he pretends to be stupid.
Seeing that Wang Ge was asleep, Dean Wang reluctantly stopped his long-winded speech.
"You are truly blessed but do not know it. For thousands of years, you are the only beneficiary of our Hua Tuo lineage!"
Dean Wang muttered something under his breath, and the car sped off in one direction.
This time, Dean Wang rolled up all the car windows to block out the noise from outside.
Beneath the Sun Wukong mask, Wang Ge's delicate eyebrows were furrowed, as if he had a bad dream.
My body was curled up, and even though it was a hot summer day, I couldn't feel any warmth.
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