In that case, let's continue the cooperation.
I admit you are qualified.
With this thought in mind, Fang Zong took a step back, bowed slightly, and gently extended his hand: "Please."
The third princess nodded, her face showing some bitterness.
She finally gained the upper hand over Fang Zong.
But what did she sacrifice?
After working hard, exhausting all his resources, and even bringing out his natal magic weapon, all he received was a simple "please" from Fang Zong?
Unlike Fang Zong, she was a second-level expert in the art, and each level in the art was an insurmountable chasm.
Fang Zong is currently at the first level of the spell level, meaning he only has three spells. To advance to the second level, all three spells need to reach the second level, which is a very difficult process.
When she reached the second level of spellcasting, she already possessed eight spells!
There are eight spells, four of which are two-stage spells, and three of which are one-stage spells.
There's also that kind of natal artifact hidden in the soul, which has been reincarnated seven times, and it's just a piece of wood that Fang Zong casually stuffed in!
All I got in return was a simple "please"?!
In her view, if all the cards were played, Fang Zong would have to bow down and shout "Long live the Emperor!"
Just one word, "please"?
So you mean if we continue to cooperate, you'll be incredibly kind and let me off the hook, right?
However, we've gained the upper hand, which is good; it will be advantageous in future collaborations.
As a double agent, the Third Princess was quite good at adjusting her emotions and was quite open-minded. With a flick of her hair, she prepared to leave in a particularly dashing manner.
But after taking only two steps, she suddenly turned back like a pink whirlwind, her voice trembling with tears: "Fang Zong, you old cunning bastard!"
Fang Zong ignored him and waved his hand, saying, "This is the third time. If you insult me again, do you believe I'll turn against you?"
"You dare say you're not Old Yin Dagger?"
The third princess was on the verge of tears.
Gain the upper hand? Forget it, she can't possibly gain the upper hand!
You want to turn against me? Well, I want to turn against you right now, you know that?!
The third princess turned her head pitifully and happened to see a pale-faced man paddling over in a disheveled manner. He smiled when he saw her.
"What are you laughing at?" the Third Princess asked irritably.
"Am I laughing because you've finally agreed to see me?"
"Didn't you forget about me?"
"I did it on purpose, to provoke you into coming out, and now you're finally willing to see me!"
"I was scammed!"
The Third Princess was furious and grabbed Fang Zong by the collar: "Do you know that I told Old Master Wang that if he dares to let us meet, I will kill myself in front of him?"
Fang Zong shook his head: "I don't know."
After thinking for a moment, he looked longingly at the pink hand on his collar: "But if you want to die, I can help you."
Third Princess: "..."
"Just kidding." Fang Zong shook his head, suppressing his urge to touch him, and removed the small hand from his collar: "I saw him wandering around outside, so I kindly brought him in. You two can talk things out. If you really can't, I'll help you get rid of him."
As he spoke, Fang Zong looked at Malha, the man from the oil field, and thought that if he couldn't kill his partner, then he should cremate the oil field.
Malha was clever; the other party held up one finger.
Fang Zong shook his head and held up two fingers.
Malha firmly disagreed, raising one finger: "We can't go back on our word!"
Fang Zong thought about it carefully and decided that as long as he kept his word, that would be fine. He held up two fingers, one long and one short, pointing the shorter finger at the other person, and the meaning was quite simple.
One oil field is fine, but I want the best one.
Malha nodded quickly.
Despite saying she didn't want to see him, the Third Princess still walked to the side with Malha, their affectionate and tender moments filled with cheesy sweetness.
Fang Zongcai was too lazy to meddle in their affairs. Just like he suggested to Old Wang, killing one of them was the simplest solution!
The idea that a love between a human and a ghost is against all reason is incredibly hypocritical and lofty, but it's actually a fact.
When Malha is with the Third Princess, he is constantly being corrupted by ghostly energy. If he can't resist doing *that*, he'll kick the bucket.
Thinking of this, Fang Zong felt a little sorry for the remaining oil field. Without thinking too much, he adjusted his internal energy and prepared to forcefully break through to the seventh level of the Iron Armor Silver Suit.
I remember when I was trying to upgrade my Aerial Walk spell, I was just a little short.
Iron Armor and Silver Robe are only a third short. I wonder if I can force a breakthrough by using True Yang Qi and the Lesser Heavenly Gang True Explanation.
Fang Zong closed his eyes and concentrated, using true fire to refine his body, causing his energy to surge.
But not long after, he sighed and slowly opened his eyes.
"Let's go," Fang Zong said softly.
“Yes, Old Yin Dagger!” the Third Princess replied decisively.
"Slap!" Upon hearing this, Fang Zong slapped the Third Princess's pert little buttocks without saying a word.
Malha immediately glared, and the Third Princess also lost her composure, her face turning red, and then her expression changed drastically.
"Ding Dang! Congratulations to the Summoner for having a lucky streak! You've gotten a defensive spell +1!"
"Double kill! Congratulations to the summoner for obtaining a level 3 defensive spell, Iron Armor Silver Robe (Demon+), level +1, current level is level 7!"
Fang Zong blinked, then blinked again.
He suddenly burst into laughter and was the first to strut away.
The best room in the best hotel in Fengyang Ancient Town.
On the huge extended balcony, Fang Zong sipped juice and, accompanied by members of the Ghost Slayer Team, watched as Malha signed the oil field transfer agreement.
After the demon-slaying team's legal personnel left, the Third Princess stared at Fang Zong and sneered.
Fang Zong asked, "Any objections?"
The third princess shook her head decisively.
Just one tap destroyed the essence of her Peach Blossom Miasma spell, almost turning the spell into a magic trick.
Even though she had revealed all her trump cards, she still felt that Fang Zong, who was at the first level of the skill realm, was even more terrifying.
Fang Zong laughed and said, "Since we're cooperating, I won't watch you fight alone. Here's what we'll do: tell me the addresses of any ghosts in the Yin-Yang Path that you don't get along with, and I'll go and kill them."
The third princess rubbed her little nose and shook her head again.
After thinking for a moment, he said, "Zhao Changle and I are in charge of the Yin-Yang Path. You don't need to manage it. And don't even think about turning the Yin-Yang Path into a weak and pitiful force. As for the rest..."
"The rest is none of your business."
Fang Zong didn't expect to actually get the address, and smiled, "Once we handle the Yin-Yang Road, we'll still be partners."
"good!"
"It's a pleasure doing business with you!"
Both the human and the ghost reached out their hands and clasped them together.
Then the third princess quickly pulled her little hand back, her hand trembling slightly.
Fang Zong smiled kindly: "Don't be afraid. As long as you don't curse me, we can cooperate happily. I won't use real fire to refine you, I won't use blade energy to cut you, and I certainly won't make you wish you were dead..."
“Brother-in-law, I’ll be obedient!” the Third Princess replied decisively.
Then, with great enthusiasm, she prepared two more glasses of freshly squeezed juice and placed them on the table.
Fang Zong picked up a cup, and Malha wanted to take one too, but there was a pile of boxes next to them.
The Third Princess narrowed her eyes dangerously: "Honey, sugar cubes, granulated sugar, I know you like sweet things, you decide for yourself."
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