"No, no, I really can't fight anymore."
The green-hatted water ghost, panting heavily, said this, but upon seeing Fang Zong's aura, his eyes showed fear, and he cautiously reached out and slapped him.
"Dingdang, your luck is unbelievable! You touched a yin aura +1!"
"What a pity," Fang Zong shook his head.
The green-hatted water ghost had lost its power. At most, hitting or touching it would only add some useless yin energy. Despite being hit so many times, the other two fragments did not appear.
"Please, please let me go after all this hardship I've endured! Please!"
The green-hatted water ghost pleaded desperately.
"You've had a hard time?" Fang Zong glared at him.
I'm the one who got beaten up, okay? What are you complaining about?!
Fang Zong looked at the green-hatted water ghost and gave it a peaceful smile that would put even the ghost at ease.
Blackwater Lake seemed to suddenly quiet down, but soon, large bubbles rose up. Fang Zong tested the water escape technique several times and was overjoyed.
He might not be able to beat Yasuo in a one-on-one fight, but in the water... come on, come on, don't be so polite, I'll give you a handicap!
"I heard from Yang Tiesheng that the guy is still in the hospital. He was in the ward and even called me a Chinese pig?" Back on the food truck, Fang Zong inserted the key, started the engine, and his eyes gleamed.
Based on this one sentence alone, Fang Zong could no longer distinguish between the Swift Wind Swordsman and the Silver Armor Corpse General!
As the vehicle entered the city, the bright lights outside shone through the car windows, creating a dazzling, colorful interior.
On the car key hangs an FBI identification tag and a delicate little doll, which is Lara's most cherished possession.
Fang Zong flicked the little doll: "I heard Sophia went to help Catherine, and Yang Xiaoliu is still running around the streets of San Francisco all day long?"
Ninth Sister flinched and asked, "What are you worried about?"
“A soul slave!” Fang Zong said thoughtfully.
Without Sophia and Yang Xiaoliu, Dong Chunshanzi's strength attributes really wouldn't be enough to deal with the soul slave Laura. There are quite a few ordinary people in the apartment, and I really don't want any of them to get into trouble since we're destined to share a room.
"Speed back," he whispered, and started speeding.
The entrance to Sofia's apartment.
A delicate doll, about half a meter tall, hid in the shade of the trees.
Laura the ghost doll counted heads along the way. Fang Zong went out, Sophia went out, and Yang Xiaoliu also went out. Apart from the ordinary people in the apartment, only Dong Chunshanzi, who couldn't handle it, was left.
It pulled up its pleated skirt, pulled out a remote-controlled bomb, and floated into the apartment.
"I may not be able to beat you, but I refuse to believe I can't blow you up!"
Having found Fang Zong's room, they entered through the attic. The ghost doll Laura headed straight for the bed, but at that moment, an equally exquisite doll blocked her way.
Laura, the soul slave, stared at the other person, completely bewildered: "Who are you?"
Laura the ghost doll also looked at the other party, her face full of confusion.
At that moment, Laura, the Soul Slave, discovered the time bomb and immediately laughed: "You want to blow up Fang Zong?"
"Yeah, blow him up!"
The ghost doll said excitedly, "We can't defeat him, but he's a human! The bombs won't kill us, but they can definitely kill him. Even if they don't kill him, they can at least seriously injure him and vent our anger!"
"Can't be killed by bombing?!?" Soul Slave Laura keenly grasped the key point and suddenly flew into a rage.
"What did you say? He won't die? He might only be seriously injured! Do you know that if he doesn't die, I'm doomed! I'll scratch you to death! I'll fight you to the death! Get out of here with the bomb!" It stretched out its claws and started scratching.
Laura the Ghost Doll: "..."
A ghost doll still recovering from serious injuries, and a little soul slave who has been thoroughly groped—neither of them can gain an advantage.
Half a minute later, the ghost doll was thrown out of the attic in a sorry state. A time bomb flew out of the window and smashed hard on the ghost doll's head.
"Get out of here! Get the hell out! Get out of here!"
Laura, the soul slave, clung to the windowsill and cursed. After returning home, she swept the floor with a broom, mopped the floor, and ironed Fang Zong's clothes.
Having died once, although my heart is filled with negative emotions and I see everything with a destructive mindset, I no longer want to die again after dying so many times. As long as I live, that's enough.
The little soul slave was exceptionally well-behaved, but suddenly, his eyes turned a ghastly green.
She suddenly realized—if the bomb isn't safe, I can poison him!
...
Everything was fine and very peaceful in the apartment.
Exhausted after a long day, Fang Zong glanced at the well-behaved dolls on the bookshelf and went to sleep in the tidy room.
Of course, I'll wake up naturally!
The FBI had already taken care of the situation at Little Hospital.
In the morning, Fang Zong listened to Yang Tiesheng's report on some matters concerning the FBI. He had a rare moment of leisure and was about to take a nap in the sunshine when he was woken up just after noon.
Several international students moved chairs and brought their belongings to have afternoon tea on the lawn in front of the apartment.
The Indian student said, "I'm graduating this year, but I plan to stay. It's great here."
Sonia, an international student, said with sparkling eyes, "Me too. I don't know what it will be like when I go back. I'm doing pretty well here."
Several people from other countries also seconded the motion.
Fang Zong listened from the side. It was someone else's choice and had nothing to do with him, so he straightened his clothes and prepared to leave. Just then, Peter sent a text message that the FBI was calling a meeting.
But at that moment, the Indian student grabbed him and crumpled his coat: "Hey, Fang, what are you planning to do? Go back to China or stay?" He then said with a sense of superiority, "I advise you to stay. I heard that people in your East still wear queues. If you don't wear a queue, you'll be beheaded when you go back!"
Fang Zong: "..."
Okay, you're a foreigner, so I can forgive you... I guess.
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