"oh."
He tried for a long time and tried several different methods, but none of them were practical. Instead, he gained a lot of advantage from them.
Fang's patience was almost at its limit, but he still couldn't figure out a good solution.
He was somewhat disappointed. "Fine, just pick up that camera and smash it, okay?"
"Hmm." Fang Hua obediently went over, picked up the camera, and was about to smash it when he accidentally pressed a button. The screen lit up, and the photo appeared on it.
Fang Rong spread his legs wide, revealing the view between them. He was stunned for a moment, then happily put it away.
"...Damn it!" I would have kicked him if I wasn't too weak to do it now.
"The photo isn't very good," Fang Hua commented as he looked at it. "Fang Rong's butt is really pretty."
“…Get out!” Fang Rong barely managed to move her leg and kicked him in the shin.
Fang Hua hung the camera around her neck, squatted down and hugged him, saying, "The ground is cold, you'll catch a cold."
"You know you can catch a cold?" He's been lying on the ground for so long, and all Fang Hua does is hug and hold him, without even thinking to find him some clothes to wrap himself in. Besides, this place is so gloomy, I really don't want to stay here any longer. "Go find me some clothes."
It was originally in his space, but he can no longer access it without spiritual power.
Where to look?
"Anyway, don't look here." He certainly didn't want to wear a dead person's clothes. "I remember there's a night market not far away. Go there and buy a couple of clothes."
Fang Hua nodded. "Okay."
He stood up, took two steps, and then turned back.
Fang Rong was puzzled. "Why are you looking at me? Go buy some clothes."
Fang Hua suddenly squatted down to pick up the torn clothes, then tied them into a rope and carried them on his back.
Fang Rong was horrified. "Don't go out!"
Fang Hua didn't actually go out. He simply climbed up the building by stepping on the walls on both sides and put Fang Rong down upstairs.
It turns out they were worried about leaving him alone downstairs.
Fang Rong breathed a sigh of relief. It was better this way. It was too dark down there, and it was full of corpses. To be honest, it was a little scary. If Fang Hua hadn't been there, she definitely would have shown it.
"You stay here and behave yourself. I'm going to find some clothes." Fang Hua kissed him before leaving, then departed with a satisfied look on her face.
Useless →_→
Fang Rong rolled her eyes and urged him to hurry up and go.
Perhaps out of concern, Fang Hua didn't keep him waiting long before returning, but instead of clothes, he brought back an air-conditioning blanket for summer.
"Why did you buy this?" We agreed to buy clothes, and we could change clothes when we got home. We already have one at home, so buying another one is unnecessary.
"We can wrap Fang Rong up completely." Fang Hua laughed, spread out the quilt, covered Fang Rong's whole body, leaving only his head exposed, and carried him on his shoulder like a rice dumpling.
He seemed to really enjoy carrying Fang Rong, doing it every now and then, which made Fang Rong's heart beat faster.
"Go learn the healing ability, and I'll laugh with you. Otherwise, forget about it." He said this because he had to train every day, and each training session would slow down his training.
"Oh." Fang Hua agreed, her steps becoming much lighter as she carried him.
"By the way, has anyone been getting close to you lately?" Fang Hua might know the murderer.
"I don't know." He looked completely bewildered. "Why would I need to find someone I'm close to?"
"Because I suspect it was done by someone close to you."
"Is that so?" Fang Hua secretly made a mental note of it.
"Let's not talk about this anymore. Remember to cook for the old man tonight."
"Um."
"Don't carry me upside down, it's very uncomfortable."
"Oh." Fang Hua put him down and carried him home in a princess carry.
"Will it kill you to carry me?" Fang Rong blushed slightly. "Do you think this is a movie?"
Still acting like a princess? It's been like this for years, it's really something.
"Mmm." Fang Hua nodded, but her mind was elsewhere. She held on tightly, feeling incredibly embarrassed as people stared at her the whole way.
Fang Rong buried her head in the blanket, leaving only her eyes showing. "We'll go through the back door later, so the old man won't know."
"Hmm." These little things were insignificant to Fang Hua, who didn't care and carried him up through the window.
Fang Rong's legs were weak, so it was very difficult, but she still managed to finish.
Fang Hua put him on the bed, took a damp cloth to wipe his body, and wiped his buttocks three or five times. Fang Rong didn't say anything, just waiting to see when he would behave himself.
After wiping himself down, the guy ran downstairs, and a little while later he came running back.
"I know how to use healing abilities now."
"Huh?" Fang Rong was taken aback. "How did you know?"
"It was taught by the old man."
"Oh." Fang Rong suddenly realized, no wonder, so the old man is a wood-type ability user, no wonder he enjoys the process of growing vegetables so much.
"Treat me quickly." Fang Rong stretched out her hand.
"Why are you reaching out?" Fang Hua spread his legs and reached his hand inside. "It has to be here."
"..."
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