I can't get any out, and my whole body feels numb, I'm depleted, and my blood is congealed!
The ghost bride has sucked countless essences, vital energy, and blood! She can see the empty, pleasurable sensation of being frantically drained of everything, regardless of gender, under her mouth.
A mixture of fear and pleasure gave the faces of the dead a strange smile.
Why can't I draw it out? No, I'm being reverse-absorbed! My speed has slowed down by half a percent...
Their limbs were intertwined, shoulders, slender waist, and pert buttocks tightly wrapped by two strong arms, while a pair of large, hot hands groped everywhere.
The ghost bride didn't care about this somewhat erotic scene.
She was given away to her boss by a scumbag while she was still alive, and as a ghost she became selfish and indifferent to so-called chastity and purity.
But a terrible force was tearing at her, as if peeling off her clothes, tearing her skin, ripping out her internal organs, and penetrating deep into her marrow, much deeper than when doing something, as if Fang Zong's hands had touched her thoughts, her soul, and all her power!
Her madness and greed also destroyed her foundation!
Excruciating pain!
"Quadruple kill! Congratulations to the summoner for nearly going berserk! You've found a speed-based spell +1!"
"Five kills in a row! Congratulations to the Summoner for nearly going berserk! You've hit a speed-related spell +2!"
"Six kills in a row! Congratulations to the summoner for nearly going berserk! You've hit a speed-related spell +2!"
Without a kiss, Ninth Sister released her hands from her eyes and watched with a smile as Fang Zong pinned the ghost bride to the ground.
Ninth Sister continued to watch without saying anything more.
Fang Zong felt his body ethereal, as if he were about to fly, which made him involuntarily increase his strength in groping, for fear that he would fly away and let the ghost bride escape.
The wonderful feeling of sublimation inside his body, even the sublimation of his soul, made him let out a few long "ahs" and "uh-yas" before he opened his eyes in surprise.
The first thing I saw was the ghost bride's flushed face.
Its face was flushed, it was weak, it looked like it was dying, but its eyes were watery.
"It hurts so much..." she groaned.
Fang Zong: "..."
I'm relieved now; there's no need to suppress the ghost bride anymore.
The power dynamics have completely reversed; at this point, the ghost bride is at most a ghost at the peak of the magic realm.
Something's not right. Going from the second stage of technique to the peak of magic, even a fool could imagine how painful it must be. It was a terrifying pain that penetrated to the bone marrow and soul, crushing one's foundation.
Why is your face red despite such intense pain?
Those who aren't family don't enter the same door!
Fang Zong suddenly remembered this old saying.
Where there are scumbag men, there are scumbag women!
Although the ghost bride is fierce, she abandoned her elderly parents while she was alive, making her a scumbag woman with a masochistic streak, and she and the scumbag man are a perfect match.
The ghost bride's face flushed even more, and she struggled to run away.
Fang Zong glanced at the other person's stomach and suddenly remembered a news story about a woman giving birth in a hospital toilet. He disliked the woman even more and slapped her on the head.
"Are you still fast? *Slap!*"
"Keep running? Slap slap!"
"Didn't you want to drain my yang energy and then kill me indiscriminately with a cool and arrogant attitude, leaving sparks flying everywhere? Slap slap slap!"
A series of slaps landed, and Fang Zong rolled his eyes to look at Ninth Sister.
Ninth Sister conjured two delicate white hands and innocently spread her shoulders.
Fang Zong asked in surprise, "You didn't feel it?"
Ninth Sister shook her head: "You said there's no need for hints about yin energy and ghostly energy, so..."
Okay, I'm just unlucky.
After tapping at least a dozen times without any notification sound, Fang Zong readily admitted it.
Feeling the power within my body, I suddenly froze again.
My face is dark?
Holy crap! I'm incredibly lucky!
Immersed in the exhilarating feeling of his body evolving, Fang Zong didn't even notice Jiu Mei's earlier warning; it was a six-kill streak.
Among them, I encountered level one techniques four times and level two techniques twice, all of which were speed-related!
"Dingdang, congratulations to the Summoner for obtaining a speed-related spell +8. Would you like to buff it with Aerial Walk?"
"yes."
Suddenly, the light feeling in my body disappeared, replaced by a raging wind emanating from within.
The wind rustled the grass, and the wild grass, which was half a person tall, suddenly bowed down in all directions.
A lone figure stands alone in the dark night sky;
The wild grass bowed down, like a fierce tiger descending from the mountain!
Fang Zong looked up and stared at the factory lights in the distance, which were already a kilometer away.
With a sudden tap of his toes, the ninth-level technique of aerial walking began to operate. His figure was graceful, covering a hundred meters in one step and kilometers in ten steps. In just three breaths, he was already within the factory lights.
The ghost bride let out a surprised chuckle and hurriedly ran away, but Fang Zong reached out and grabbed what seemed to be a ray of light in the factory, then turned back.
With a 'thud,' he stepped on the ghost bride's head.
The voice was very soft, and Fang Zong's body felt as light as a feather.
The ghost bride dared not move, a far cry from her previous arrogant self.
"How interesting~~~" Fang Zong suppressed his excitement and sighed softly.
Having already mastered two spells, he naturally longed for his third spell and the day he would truly become a powerful spellcaster.
But if we count the remaining methods, the derailment impact is level 6, the weakness critical strike (demon) is level 5, the iron armor silver armor (demon+) is also level 6, the water escape is level 1, and the aerial walk is level 1.
Among them, the techniques for demon-type and demon+-type magic are difficult to improve. Fang Zong thought it might derail and collide to become a third type of magic.
Unexpectedly, it turned out to be the most basic aerial walk.
Go straight to level 9, the pinnacle of the Dharma!
Just a hair's breadth away from the third spell!
Thinking of this, Fang Zong couldn't help but look at the ghost bride at his feet, and the more he looked at her, the cuter she seemed.
"relative,"
He said softly, "If you're strong enough, I can be gentler."
"Spare me, spare my life..."
The ghost bride's delicate body convulsed.
Just a hair's breadth away from becoming magic, Fang Zong naturally kicked the ghost bride down, squatted down, and slowly, very carefully, touched her as if he wanted to burn incense and pray to Buddha.
Meanwhile, in the distance, Daji, who had already fled far away, suddenly perked up her fox ears and stopped in her tracks.
"There was no sound after that?"
Unable to hear the seemingly 'intense' fighting sounds, Daji bit her tender lips until they turned white.
Her large, watery eyes trembled slightly.
"Such a good boss, such a good boss!"
She muttered to herself softly, as if talking to herself.
Although she was very greedy, there was one thing Daji didn't lie about.
She genuinely thought Fang Zong was a good boss.
Think about it, Fang Zong will stand up for her when she needs something, support her, protect her, give her money, and doesn't ask her to work overtime or work '996'!
Other bosses are lucky if they don't exploit their employees to the point of exhaustion.
Who else would cover for their employees when faced with danger, like Fang Zong?
With a 'smack', Daji slapped herself.
He immediately turned around, closed his eyes to bolster his courage, and charged forward!
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