The sound was particularly distant, like a howling wind from underground, especially eerie and terrifying.
But the sobbing tone inexplicably adds eight or nine points of humor.
Li Xiaoran and Xue Nuo also sensed that oppressive feeling; it was a pressure emanating from a stronger being on a higher level of existence.
But suddenly, the oppressive aura disappeared, and they heard this rather comical remark.
"What's going on?" Li Xiaoran asked warily.
Xue Nuo had already drawn her two crescent-shaped blades, her trump cards, and now she was completely dumbfounded.
Fang Zong: "Ha~ cough cough."
Hold it in, don't laugh!
It would be really unfair to laugh at this moment!
Seriously, don't laugh.
But I just can't hold it in!
"Hahahahahahahahahahaha..." Fang Zong plopped down on the sofa and burst into laughter.
He absolutely had to laugh; even with his excellent self-control, he couldn't help but laugh after something like this happened!
The spell "Netherworld Tremor" is cast.
That's right, it's magic, not a method!
Currently, Fang Zong's highest level technique is Dragon Yang Qi, which is at level eight. Although his technique is powerful and much stronger than Li Xiaoran and Xue Nuo's, he still feels a little envious knowing that Li Xiaoran and Xue Nuo's techniques are at level nine.
But what about now?
Spell!
He directly became a powerful expert at the spell level?
No, he's a sub-magic level expert!
Only by possessing three types of spells can one have enough energy to engage in spell-level combat, thus becoming a true spell-level powerhouse.
But Fang Zong was already extremely satisfied with just being a sub-level expert!
This world is so beautiful! The sun is shining, the sky is cloudless, and the weather is fine. I thank you, Hungry Demon, for all eighteen generations of your ancestors!
Fang Zong curled up on the soft leather sofa, not because he was uncomfortable, but because an unprecedentedly powerful force was erupting within him. He seemed to have discovered the essence of power; the feeling was like that of a blind person who had been blind for twenty years suddenly opening their eyes in the morning and seeing the wonderful world.
A surge of emotion welled up inside him, and the feeling of being filled with energy made him feel as if he were floating on a cloud thousands of feet above the ground.
Moreover, he was surrounded by countless fairies who gave him hand massages, breast massages, tongue massages, and tender massages!
naked
He was having the time of his life!
Fang Zong stood up and could see half of Zhongshan's bustling city through the huge glass window.
He suddenly realized that he seemed to have a vague circle around him, and within a kilometer radius of him, he could soar straight into the sky at any time and precisely strike any point he wanted to reach from a place where others could not see him!
Power, immense power!
This is the power of magic, which transcends the methods and brings about a terrifying transformation in the perception of energy!
"You little brat, you tricked me!"
Suddenly, a voice came from above.
The voice was ethereal and filled with rage; it was terrifying, and one could not detect the other party's location at all, only the sound waves vibrated.
"How could I have plotted against you?" Fang Zong shrugged.
The other party became even more enraged: "What method did you use to trick me? I was about to kill you all, but suddenly I was seriously injured? Did your Eastern Kingdom's old ghost give you such a treasure? Or is it the Spirit Ghost Hua Mulan's Wedding Dress Counterattack True Solution?"
"Our Eastern Kingdom?"
Fang Zong blinked, sensing the Netherworld Tremor spell within his body, and suddenly roared, "Pantheon? You bastard! You're Pantheon, the War King of League of Legends!"
He didn't know what treasures Old Wang had, nor had he heard of the Spirit Ghost Mulan's Wedding Dress Counterattack True Solution.
But the spell I touched, Nether Shock, clearly resembled Pantheon's Fallen Strike in effect!
Exactly the same, without the slightest difference!
"Tch, I'm already dead. Now you call me the Hungry Demon!"
Pan Sen chuckled coldly: "Kid, I don't care what you're relying on, but you don't have many treasures that can stop me, do you? I'll keep you in the dark while you keep them in the light. You've killed so many of my giant rats, I'll show up at any time and kill you all. I'll make you live in constant fear and trembling!"
"Oh, you're quite vengeful."
Fang Zong spoke leisurely, raised his middle finger to the sky, and said, "Go to hell!"
The other party chuckled twice more, then quickly disappeared completely, leaving no trace of the threat.
Li Xiaoran tucked away her eight fair arms, tied her hair into a ponytail, and walked towards Fang Zong with Xue Nuo: "Is it Pantheon from League of Legends?"
"Let's play it safe!"
Fang Zong sat on the sofa, took a drag of his cigarette, and exhaled a long plume of smoke.
Fortunately, Li Xiaoran and Xue Nuo didn't mind someone smoking nearby. No, it should be said that they didn't mind Fang Zong smoking. If it were someone else, they would probably be chopped into eight pieces.
Fang Zong squinted and said, "The War God of League of Legends, like the Moon Goddess in the Indian temple, is passed down from generation to generation. It's no secret that the previous War God died three years ago, but I didn't expect that the League of Legends didn't kill the ghost he turned into, but instead sent him to the Eastern Kingdom."
"Did he escape to our country on his own?" Xue Nuo asked, munching on an ice cream.
If it was League of Legends involved, then the situation is serious; it would be a clash between two major powers.
But Pantheon is already a powerful mage with many friends of the same level, so it's not impossible that he might secretly spare his life.
Fang Zong thought for a moment and then laughed, "It has nothing to do with us."
"What?"
"I can just kill him!"
Fang Zong smiled and walked towards the huge floor-to-ceiling glass window.
Outside, the sun shone brightly, and under this bright sunlight, there were a dozen faint lines in his eyes.
They are demons, mostly small demons of the giant rat family.
With the presence of the Holy Demon Lord, he seemed to be able to see the approximate location of the Lost Demons. As long as the Hungry Demon controlled the Lost Demons, he could sense the presence of the Hungry Demon.
The enemy is in the dark while we are in the light? What a joke!
Fang Zong was really looking forward to the Hungry Demon's move. How could he let such a big cake slip by?
He immediately cast a spell; the hungry demon and he were compatible according to their birth charts, suggesting they should love each other and see each other day and night.
Best buddy, give me a kiss.
...
After checking out of the presidential suite, Fang Zong, Li Xiaoran, and Xue Nuo seemed to vanish in an instant.
They washed their hands of the business, while poor Chen He is still working hard.
As Fang Zong's temporary assistant, he had the authority to mobilize all the military officers in Zhongshan City, including Nalan Feng, the director of the Zhongshan City branch of the Ghost Killing Squad.
At this moment, Nalan Feng was kicked by him and dared not speak. He lowered his head and went to the police station to confess his crime.
Chen He, accompanied by seven or eight military officers, was traveling by helicopter at high speed towards the eastern suburbs.
In the eastern suburbs of Zhongshan City, Li Gang, the director of the building materials department of the Construction Bureau, was speeding recklessly, and the speed at which even Wu Jiang, the passenger in the front seat, was frightened.
Military officer Wang Yong whispered, "Second Uncle, don't worry. The suit-wearing thugs, the eight-armed Rakshasa, and the explosives girl have all left. They're afraid the Hungry Demon will assassinate them, so they're definitely hiding far away. The most powerful person in Zhongshan City is the branch chief, Nalan Feng."
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