Where's your face?!
Where is the face?
Fang Zong put his phone back in his pocket, feeling embarrassed and his face burning. He had a bellyful of grievances with nowhere to vent them, so he simply looked in Thanos's direction.
Thanos is still seriously injured and can't beat him.
"Then why not..." Fang Zonggang looked over and saw Thanos shudder, stand up and leave.
He walked very fast, as if a tiger was chasing him and was about to devour him.
Fang Zong curled his lip: "Look at this guy, so rude. The state banquet isn't even over yet, why did he leave halfway through? Doesn't he have any respect for India's state banquet?"
“Brother Thug is right!” Sank immediately agreed.
Fang Zong nodded naturally. The people from other countries around him, who could shake the world no matter where they were, all looked at him strangely.
They were not ordinary people; they were extremely sensitive to any signs of danger or unusual atmosphere.
Fang Zong had just begun to have some designs on Thanos when Thanos ran away, and they knew very well why Thanos had run away.
"Brother thug, come on, let me toast you!"
"Me too!"
"Haha, I respect you too, but not to flatter you... You're amazing, I wouldn't even dare to target Thanos."
Representatives from both large and small countries gathered, including some who were not intimidated by East Asia and the United States.
Whenever someone came, Fang Zong would open his mouth and drink, smiling without saying a word.
Too much talk leads to mistakes.
These people are all incredibly cunning!
Without Thanos, the banquet became even more lively, and in the hall at the back of the banquet, there was a woman with a very calm aura.
The woman looked to be in her early twenties, but she possessed the maturity of a woman in her thirties and the composure of a woman in her forties. She had an oval face and an extremely elegant appearance and demeanor.
She wore a bright red dress, unlike the maids whose foreheads were adorned with gold-edged red beads. Her forehead had silver-white wavy patterns, representing the identity of the Holy Maiden, who was second only to the Holy Maiden and above all others in the entire Temple of the Moon Goddess.
"This young thug in a suit has achieved early success and is only thinking about women. Is it really reliable to entrust the goddess's younger sister and grandmother to him?"
Ruqika was just an ordinary person, yet she held the esteemed position of a saint, and her devout faith was beyond question.
She checked Fang Zong several times with her binoculars, still worried that something might have gone wrong. After kneeling down gently at the entrance of the hall where Sophia was in seclusion, she walked directly out of the palace gate.
As she passed the state banquet, she couldn't help but look at Fang Zong again, only to find that he was no longer there.
"Did she get passed out from drinking?" Lu Qika muttered to herself in confusion, lifting her skirt and getting into the prepared vehicle.
Behind her, Fang Zong stepped out from the light, smiling and nodding: "She's a loyal saintess. We can rest assured about Sophia's side."
The four ghostly families are going to deal with him; they've even affected the Blood Fiend Sect. Such a large-scale operation can't be limited to the country.
Sofia is very powerful, but it's hard to guarantee that the other party won't use Sofia's subordinates to make a move.
Fang Zong thought about it again, but still couldn't figure out how the four ghosts would join forces to deal with him. So he simply stopped thinking about it, stepped out, and walked up into the sky as if stepping on stone steps, covering a hundred meters in one step.
After stepping into the air at an altitude of two thousand meters, my figure disappeared into the clouds.
Maihar village is just an inconspicuous little village in India.
The only thing that truly makes it shine is that the moon goddess, one of the three Hindu goddesses, was born and raised here.
The most luxurious building in Maihar village is Sofia's family's small manor. Located on the street, it boasts a 500-square-meter courtyard filled with flowers and plants.
Vines climbed the snow-white painted wooden walls, extending to the windowsill, and in the small window of the attic, a girl's face, which looked and had a similar temperament to Sophia, was revealed.
The thin rays of dawn filtered through the green leaves of the vines, casting a shimmering glow on her face.
"A movie about building toilets has been made, and many villages are struggling with it, but why is it that even though my sister spoke up herself, she still doesn't get the respect she deserves?"
Hima spoke softly.
Although India has three goddesses, ordinary women still find it difficult to gain respect.
Take the toilet as an example. In many places, women have to go in groups to relieve themselves early in the morning while it's still dark. Apart from early morning, they can only hold it in.
The men thought the toilet was unclean and shouldn't be used in their own homes, but Hima thought these damned men were just trying to satisfy their voyeuristic desires.
"It is very difficult to win a struggle. Even if the goddess herself speaks, it is difficult to get men to obey."
Saint Ruchika stepped out from behind Hima and rested Hima's chin on her shoulder.
As the goddess's younger sister, Hima's house must have a toilet and all the necessary amenities. She knew that Hima wasn't just thinking of herself, but also of others. She knew that Hima, like the goddess, possessed the unique independence and stubbornness of a country girl.
She loved Hima as much as she revered the goddess.
Luqika glanced at a small house not far from the courtyard. That was the public toilet, but after the goddess went into seclusion, it was occupied by someone else.
She waved her hand, and the two dark figures bowed their heads and left to deal with the public restroom. She stroked Hima's hair and said, "Come with me?"
Hima shook her head: "Grandmother won't leave, so I can't leave."
Luqika said softly, "The Goddess sent the suit-wearing thugs from the East to handle this matter. The meaning is simple: handle it if you can, and if you can't, take you and your grandmother away. I don't think the suit-wearing thugs are good people. They've become successful at a young age and act recklessly. Rather than letting them do it by force, I'd rather send someone to take your grandmother away, so that the suit-wearing thugs won't hurt her if they don't hold back."
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