In the end, both sides transformed into their original forms. Several majestic lions, enormous in size, roared so loudly that they attracted more and more onlookers.
With a whoosh, Fang Hua's silver wings unfurled on his back, stretching three or four meters in length. He then laid his hands on the ground and gradually transformed into a giant silver beast.
When he's angry, his eyes turn blood red, his retractable nails and teeth are exposed, and his broad wings flap as he soars into the sky.
roar!
His roar was powerful and imposing, and an invisible pressure pressed down on the surrounding wild animals, large and small, causing them to bow down and submit, some even kneeling down.
At this moment, Fang Rong, who was still standing and didn't feel anything, became particularly noticeable. He wasn't an orc and couldn't sense that invisible pressure.
However, one could vaguely sense that Fang Hua was different now, as if he were in work mode, completely different from the usual way people treated him at home.
With its limbs seemingly floating in mid-air, its large wings outstretched, its eyes blood-red, and its fangs faintly visible, it looked like a ferocious beast that shouldn't be messed with. This was a completely different state from Fang Hua, who usually stole honey and would touch and kiss people all the time.
Oh no, this guy has developed an aura of dominance!
The female next to him tugged at Fang Rong's sleeve, making him bend down. Fang Rong obediently squatted down, letting Fang Hua finish his act.
Fang Hua got so into pretending that it took him a long time to stop. He obediently flew down and resumed his shameless act, hugging and kissing Fang Rong.
He wasn't ashamed at all, after all, he had just shown off so much.
Fang Rong pretended not to know him and went back to her stall, writing a sentence on the back of the sign.
"A fight starts with a minimum of ten pounds of flesh."
Given Fang Hua's current trend, many people will definitely be dissatisfied, and it's not uncommon for them to form gangs and challenge him to a fight. Rather than being someone's henchman for free, he might as well charge a fee.
"Do you have a problem with that?" Fang Rong glanced at him.
"No." Fang Hua, who had just done something wrong yesterday and had to kneel all night, and had even made Fang Rong's legs unable to close in the middle of the night, was unusually obedient and looked silly. (*︶*)
"That's good." The reward was a pat on the head.
Fang Hua leaned forward, showing his ear so he could touch it.
His ears are a sensitive area; they turn red when touched, but he still likes them, there's nothing he can do about it.
Fang Rong rubbed his dog's head, told him to set up the wooden planks, then took out his tools to set up the stall again and cook a few dishes. He had made quite a bit of money yesterday, which was a good start. He was in the mood today and planned to cook a few of his signature dishes.
His specialty is carving. He can carve patterns on tofu, which is something no one else can do. If it weren't for his special ability, he probably couldn't do it either.
However, even if such delicate work is done, no one here will appreciate it, so Fang Rong made a few dishes similar to sweet and sour pork, braised fish, and salt and pepper pig's trotters. Basically, she could sell several large pots of these dishes.
Fang Hua sat lazily in his chair and placed a ceramic jar on the table for guests to add money to their bowls. After adding money, guests would pay. He also prepared a wooden bucket for washing dishes, filled with water and cleaning supplies, for guests to wash their own dishes after eating and return them to the jar.
Fang Rong tapped him, "Why don't you just die of laziness?"
He would tap Fang Hua once, and Fang Hua would move. When he stopped tapping, Fang Hua would lazily continue to curl up in the rattan chair, fanning himself with his small fan, looking quite dashing.
"Fang Rong, go study medicine. I'll take care of things here," Fang Hua urged Fang Rong, waving his fan.
Fang Rong looked on with suspicion. When he was around, Fang Hua was always like this, like squeezing toothpaste. A little bit would come out when he squeezed, and then nothing more. If he left, Fang Hua would be out of control.
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