"You are the girl with the most potential to become a war god that I have ever met." Chen Long said, his tone noticeably more enthusiastic than when he spoke to Fang Zong.
Chen Feng laughed as well: "I like Xue Nuo. She's extremely innocent and pure. In the future, her mastery of the Earth-Treading Pagoda will surpass mine!"
Fang Zong laughed and said, "It seems you two are truly destined to meet. Why don't you just give me some pointers? By the way, Xiao Ran is the successor of the Eight-Armed Cold Sealing Blade. He has eight arms, so his abilities won't be any less than your spear."
Chen Long was overjoyed and stared intently at Li Xiaoran.
Li Xiaoran remained cold and aloof, looking at Fang Zong and asking, "Learn?"
Fang Zong nodded.
Li Xiaoran answered decisively, "Okay." He then took out a map of the earth's veins, opened it, and asked, "How should we handle things on the Japanese side?"
Fang Zong glanced at it and found it was a geological map of the Japanese islands, densely marked with instructions on how to place high-yield bombs, or even nuclear bombs, to maximize the chances of sinking the entire Japanese islands into the sea.
He gasped, decisively took the ley line map, and spat, "I'm not dead yet!"
Li Xiaoran nodded: "If you don't let me go to Japan, I won't go. But if you die and sink the Japanese islands, we'll still be teammates."
Okay, I get what you mean. You mean if I die, you'll fight to the death and we'll be ghost teammates together?
What an innocent teammate!
Fang Zong sniffed, his eyes felt a little sore, so he rubbed them and walked away.
Xue Nuo looked at this, then at that, and continued to munch on her ice cream cone.
She didn't speak.
Anyway, whatever Xiaoran and Azong want to do, she'll just follow along.
July 23, 2019.
Great Heat!
As the weather gets hotter, the whole world seems to be too lazy to move in the sweltering heat, becoming unusually quiet.
The Eastern Demon Slayer Corps was caught up in a frantic rush, and loud background music was frequently playing all over the country!
In the valley, Fang Zong practiced his sword skills with Junpo.
Suddenly the phone rang, so I flew up and answered it.
Old Wang asked, "Xiao Zong, do you have some time?"
Fang Zong answered decisively: "Yes!"
Fang Zong felt a little guilty.
As the ghostly energy intensifies, more and more ghosts are appearing, and their strength is increasing.
The Ghost Slayers were so busy they were practically dying, even neglecting some less critically threatened areas, and instead deployed thirty-two powerful experts from the Tiger List to fight fires all over the country.
Thinking of this, Fang Zong heard Old Wang's grievances and left without saying a word, dragging his sword away.
A clear blue sky, but the clouds are ever-changing.
The view stretches out to a vast expanse, with the winding highway twisting in a particularly smooth arc against the backdrop of the blue plains.
Fang Zong walked along the edge of the road, knife in hand, neither fast nor slow.
"Hey buddy, wanna hitch a ride?" someone slowed down, rolled down the window, and laughed.
Fang Zong shook his head: "I'm working."
The other person was a young woman, dressed obviously as a tourist. Her expression changed immediately: "Should I run away?"
Fang Zong raised his left hand, and the image of a blue dragon was reflected in the sunlight by the roaring thunder.
What do you think?
Upon hearing this, the vehicle immediately accelerated, and the other party's blessing could be heard from afar: "Take care, General, and have a safe journey!"
Fang Zong nodded slightly and continued walking, like a chivalrous knight.
Not long after, I glanced at my phone and then looked behind me, and saw a bus approaching from a distance.
Fang Zong suddenly stopped, raised his left hand which was trembling with anger, and gave a thumbs-up to signal for a taxi.
The bus stopped, and a girl in an ordinary shirt appeared, looking at Fang Zong standing by the roadside.
"General, where are you going?"
Fang Zong grinned: "Heaven."
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