Malha's face turned as bitter as an ugly orange.
His tastes are actually... quite normal.
More than two years ago, he suddenly became an exiled Arab prince, owning two oil fields. He planned to surprise his girlfriend on her birthday, stay together forever, and live a happy (super rich) life.
Little did he expect that his birthday would also be his death anniversary, as his girlfriend died of methane poisoning.
If he could reach out and touch an exceptionally sweet drink, he knew what was going on, and he would always finish it with a smile.
But actually, he's a normal person!
"She's trying to make you swoon."
Fang Zong cut to the chase: "She can't bear to kill you. Besides, who knows if you'll become a spirit or a ghost after you die, or just disappear altogether? So she wants to make you die of sweetness, get diabetes sooner, and die sooner, and then see if she can get married."
Marha's eyes widened: "I can do it now! I'm a man who owns two oil fields..."
"You only have one oil field left,"
Fang Zong wagged his index finger and chuckled, "You now? Going to the bridal chamber? You'd be frozen into an ice block by the cold iron ghost energy before you even got inside!"
Marha looked completely bewildered.
The Third Princess glanced at Fang Zong and pulled Malha to the other side of the room.
Fang Zong yawned, preparing to take a nap, when his phone suddenly rang.
I took out my phone, and the drowsiness vanished instantly.
The Third Princess noticed Fang Zong's unusual behavior and asked, "Whose call was that?"
"Your sister!"
Fang Zong hesitated for a moment, then answered the phone. The voice on the other end sent chills down his spine.
"What kind of people live in this building? They're all ambitious but have nothing to show for it. Don't let my pitiful fate fool you; I'm very good at judging people. Fang Zong, my third sister has suffered at your hands, hasn't she?"
Fang Zong replied, "I didn't suffer any losses; it was just a collaboration."
"So what do you think of my third sister?"
Upon hearing this, Fang Zong unconsciously looked towards the center of the suite's living room.
Upon hearing that it was the second princess calling, the pink-clad woman ignored everything and continued to enjoy her secluded world with her boyfriend.
The windows of the extended balcony were open, and the summer night breeze blew, stirring her gauze dress and swaying her steps. The pink-clad woman danced in the wind, like a pink butterfly fluttering in the air.
"Just a little girl with some ability." Fang Zong carefully chose his words.
The second princess asked, "Do you like it?"
Fang Zong countered, "You care about her a lot?"
"Ha, how could I, a mere ghost, care about anything else?"
The second princess hung up the phone immediately.
Fang Zong held his phone, frowning in thought. Countless clues and reasons flashed through his mind like lightning.
My business partner is unreliable!
But it was precisely this unreliability that led him to choose to cooperate with Zhao Changle, Pink Girl, and Bai Su!
Some people might think that powerful figures like Cao Cao are the best teammates, while their own teammates are all terrible.
But can someone like Cao Cao, who is willing to betray the world, really be a teammate?
The most deadly strikes come from behind, swift and decisive, without hesitation!
Gradually, Fang Zong sorted out his thoughts.
One's teammates don't need to be intimidating figures or wise strategists who can strategize for the common people.
Zhao Changle and Pink Girl only need to control the Yin-Yang Road, Bai Su and Xu Ba only need to restrain the Nine Heavens Rebirth Group, and Li Xiaoran, Xue Nuo, and Youming Feng and others only need to occupy a certain position in the Ghost Killing Team.
He then enhanced his own abilities, acting as an intermediary.
When the time is right, he will raise his arm and shout, and as long as he is strong enough, others and ghosts will be at each other's mercy. Who would dare to say they won't listen to him? Who would dare to say they can't achieve their ultimate goal?
He wanted to establish a society governed by law, where humans and ghosts could coexist peacefully.
Even the most selfish ghosts tremble under the rule of law.
Not convinced? Restless? Touch me!
Touching someone once will get you imprisoned, touching them twice will get you sent to a labor camp, and touching them three times will get you killed!
Just establish rules!
Wait a minute? Why do I suddenly feel like all I need to do is brute force?
Fang Zong felt a little dizzy. At this stage, it seemed like all he needed to do was act recklessly?
He's a wise man!
He is a person who has transcended vulgar tastes!
He's a doctor!
He is very knowledgeable!
Uh, let's just go for it.
It smells so good!
The pink-clad woman was still dancing for Malha, the two of them immersed in romance.
Suddenly, with a whoosh, they turned around and found that the sofa where Fang Zong had been sitting was empty.
Only the fluttering curtains partially obscured a 'shooting star' shooting into the distance in the night sky...
The night sky was vast and dark, making it impossible to discern directions.
He walked with a sword slung across his shoulder, like a drought demon burning a river!
Fang Zong descended into the deep mountains, leaning on his sword as he walked, neither hurried nor slow.
He was surrounded by raging flames, and within the pure blue flames, his upgraded seventh-level iron armor shone brightly, making him look like a drought demon war god clad in silver armor, and wherever he went, he was enveloped by sinister and ghostly energy that devoured everything!
What they want most is, of course, a place to seal off the town.
Unfortunately, the sealed-off land was too precious, and no high-level martial artist was willing to let it go. However, the dissipation of the evil energy in the deep mountains did bring him some benefits.
"Ding Dang! Congratulations to the Summoner for dispelling the evil energy within a ten-mile radius. Sun and Moon Essence Concentration +1, Intelligence of the six Enlightened Demons +1, Holy Demon Coins +1!"
Upon hearing this, Fang Zong opened his eyes and saw six fiery red foxes squatting at his feet, whimpering softly.
Just one litter.
The way she looked at him when she looked up was very affectionate.
Fang Zong's lips curled up, and he flicked the forehead of the biggest one: "Go!"
June 21, 2019.
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