“Yes, I want to use this formula to obtain legal ownership of ‘haze’.”
Xiao Han, sitting at the next table, unceremoniously picked up a fine melon and began to eat it.
The day's misfortune finally ended, but the city management team that had been with him during the day was also implicated. The bread they bought for lunch all rotted. They voted to send the bear-man to cause trouble, only to find out that the owner was a former street bully who had fled from the Seventh Street, but had recently given up his life of crime due to the little fox's threats.
Unfortunately, the bear-man was brutally beaten, and by the time everyone realized what was happening and launched a massive chase, the owner had already fled, and the bakery collapsed in the horrified eyes of the crowd.
Afterwards, wherever the group went, flower pots and vases on the rooftops would rain down like a downpour, bursting with a bang, creating a spectacular sight that attracted a large crowd of onlookers. Some thugs who had suffered at the hands of the Third Urban Management Brigade even clapped and cheered. On the spot, they were caught by this guy, who used them as umbrellas to bear their unspeakable pain. After he finished using them, he kicked them away and pounced on them, beating them half to death.
The little fox is the king of the third urban management.
Your Majesty, you cannot be insulted!!
By uniting as one, they successfully destroyed flowerpots and other furniture belonging to half the city's residents. Xiao Han was honored to let his teammates experience just how terrifying the misfortune of plummeting to negative numbers can be.
Seeing this, Khrushchev smelled a fragrant fruity aroma, dipped his finger in a little cream, and tasted it.
The smooth texture was like savoring a delicious dessert. To Hruf's surprise, his body was filled with blood energy, and the silvery-white magical energy that revealed a hint of blood energy conveyed a sense of longing to Hruf.
"One more tube, please."
Seeing Xiao Han's twitching lips, Khrushchev shamelessly made a suggestion.
The request wasn't unreasonable. Hruf was interested in the special cream that could be used to extract magical energy, and besides, two ice creams plus the original recipe were all it took to complete this fashion quest—it was practically effortless.
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