"Huh? What's going on?"
Fang Zong was still not in a good mood.
He managed to get a glimpse of a spell in one go, and the Hungry Demon was seriously injured. Judging from the way ghosts do things, he would definitely send his subordinates to devour human flesh and blood to replenish himself.
He kept a close eye on the demonic energy movements of the few remaining lost little demons.
In his perception, the Hungry Demon had already deployed nine giant rats, which were all captured by Li Xiaoran and Xue Nuo, and luckily, they were turned into one of his Holy Demon Coins.
It wasn't until a whole day and night had passed that a relatively strong ghostly aura appeared.
So he rushed over, but instead of catching the big boss, he saw the elite mini-boss.
But this elite-level mini-boss, which could have given him a lot of benefits, was turned into a monster in the newbie village by him sitting on it, and he couldn't touch it (zhao).
Waaah, I'm sitting on the wrong side!
The surroundings were quiet. Fang Zong waited for others to speak, and everyone's attention was focused on Wang Yong, waiting for the person involved to speak.
But this person involved no longer had the courage to "save some face".
Wang Yong stared intently at Fang Zong, savoring the feeling he had just experienced.
Right? There can't be any mistake, right?
That terrifying pressure, that horrifying feeling...
That's definitely not the right way!
That's magic!
[How old is this thug in the suit to already possess a spell? Would such a young, sub-magic-level expert really give his master face?]
Wang Yong thought to himself, not daring to hope that Fang Zong would give him any more face. Instead, he was carefully considering whether Fang Zong would be willing to give him even the slightest bit of face if his master were present.
Protecting corrupt officials is not a good thing.
If Fang Zong is willing to give face, then it's fine; a big problem can be turned into a small one, and a small problem can be resolved. But if Fang Zong doesn't give face, and the matter gets out, it's like rubbing your master's face in the ground.
His master dotes on him and won't cause him any trouble, but he'll definitely cause trouble for Fang Zong!
[Master, Fang Zong, Fang Zong, Master, Master, Fang Zong, Second Uncle Li Gang...]
The names of the three people kept echoing in Wang Yong's mind. He stared at Fang Zong, sizing him up.
Before me stood a very dashing man, with a face like Chen Ning's, exuding heroic spirit. One glance was enough to tell that he was quite extraordinary.
Considering Fang Zong's abilities, at such a young age, he has already surpassed the Leopard Ranking and met the requirements to be listed on the Tiger Ranking. If Master were to provoke him, would he really be able to gain an advantage?
Therefore, pleading for mercy could very well bring enormous trouble to your master.
But then again, is it really worth implicating Master for the sake of Second Uncle?
Without realizing it, when Wang Yong looked at Fang Zong, he felt as if he were looking at a giant. Even if he stood on tiptoe, he could not touch Fang Zong's shoulder.
Complete, thorough
He has no right to demand any damn face from Fang Zong!
What exactly do you want to say?
Fang Zong was getting a little impatient, after all, he didn't recognize the man in front of him.
The fact that he was willing to wait for a stranger to speak already showed his good manners, and he also remembered that he was now the person in charge of Zhongshan City and had to pay attention to the impact in all aspects.
Wang Yong finally spoke: "This..."
"I think……"
Clenching his fist tightly, Wang Yong said with red eyes, "It's nothing!"
...
Fang Zong's possession of magic naturally became big news.
Unlike the incident at Tojoyama, this time the news was only circulated domestically and was limited to the ears of the Demon Slayer Corps' higher-ups.
Upon hearing this news, Old Wang trembled with fright. Thinking about how old he was and how much magic he possessed, he felt that he had wasted his entire life. When Old Meng found out, he laughed heartily while throwing away the selected manuals one by one with a wronged expression.
Damn it, the secret manual I painstakingly selected for Fang Zong at the Dharma Gate stage is now useless.
It's only been a few days, and you've already become a sub-level expert?
While feeling wronged, Meng Laode also believed that he had made the right choice in choosing this person.
Meanwhile, in a guesthouse in Zhongshan City, Fang Zong lay idly reading a book.
Book title ——————
"A Leader's Promotion Theory"
"can't read!"
Fang Zong suddenly jumped up, burned the book to ashes, and threw it out the window: "I still prefer to be a doctor. If the patient is a good patient, I will cure him. If the patient causes trouble for medical treatment, I will crush him."
Okay, I know this isn't what a good doctor should do, but that's how miracle doctors in novels operate, so I'm one!
"Showing off!" Xue Nuo munched on her ice cream, sitting on the windowsill and swinging her little feet.
Ignoring Fang Zong's smugness, Li Xiaoran asked, "Did you alert the enemy by eliminating one of the flowers this time? Will the Hungry Demon still go out to hunt for food?"
"A single flower?" Fang Zong asked, puzzled.
"It's that ghost that's at the peak of the ninth level of the Dharma."
"Oh, he's a real flower. Judging from the ranking on the Leopard List, he's even more powerful as a ghost."
Fang Zongcai didn't care who the ghost was when it was alive. Once it became a ghost, it was devoid of humanity and had no connection with the living whatsoever.
Without giving it much thought, he laughed and said, "The Hungry Demon is seriously injured, so it will definitely need to devour living people to replenish itself. I'm not in a hurry."
"What if he leaves Zhongshan City?"
"Then I respect him as a true man."
Fang Zong felt indifferent.
Hungry Demon, a ghost of the Cold Iron level, was once the King of War.
If you suffer a loss at the hands of such a huge monster and then run away, where will you put your face?
Judging from the hundreds of giant rats, if the Hungry Demon still wants to dominate the world, the first thing it needs is a face.
Who would submit to a faceless, extremely selfish ghost?
"Hungry Demon, I miss him a lot."
Fang Zong looked at the green leaves outside the window, a leisurely smile on his face.
June 5, 2019.
World Environment Day!
The establishment of World Environment Day reflects the awareness and attitude of people around the world towards environmental issues, and expresses humanity's yearning and pursuit for a better environment.
Unfortunately, the Eastern Kingdom has not yet risen to prominence.
At the entrance of a rather dirty and messy residential area on the outer ring road of Zhongshan City, two fashionably dressed women stood.
She looked to be in her early twenties, wearing fashionable perfume and carrying a designer handbag.
"Sis, did you give Mom a gift?"
Why give me a gift?
"Mother's Day a while ago? Pshaw, what a low-class traditional holiday!"
One of the women scoffed, "Those traditional festivals are so lame, who even remembers them! Let me tell you, my boyfriend, that loser, actually gave me a gift on Qixi Festival, and I dumped him on the spot. We celebrate Valentine's Day, why bother with Qixi?"
"Yeah, just like today's World Environment Day, those losers don't even remember it. Let's find a few people who litter, scold them, and then go back and laugh at them."
As they were talking, a girl froze, looked down, and saw that her chest was empty.
She was completely transparent from head to toe, and her heart had vanished.
At the same time, someone roared, "Fang Zong, you bastard, you're driving me to my death!"
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