"You ignorant fool, you think you can die standing up? You don't deserve it!" Li Changfeng scoffed, sheathed his sword, and spat a mouthful of phlegm onto Zhen Tianguo's head.
He walked up to Zhen Tianguo and squatted down to feel around him.
A moment later, a cell phone was in his hand.
The password was cracked in a brief operation, and a message was sent to the Lord of the Temple of Gods: Do not come to China under any circumstances. Immediately cease all activities related to Ye Zihan, because there is...
The message was only that long, with no beginning and no end, which Li Changfeng did on purpose.
The message was incomplete, but the main point was made: to dissuade the Temple of Gods from getting involved in this matter.
The incompleteness of the later part leaves room for endless imagination; what one can think of depends on how imaginative one is.
After killing someone, Li Changfeng poured medicinal powder on them, and soon they turned into two pools of blood, evaporating forever from the world.
...
A small town in Europe!
In a magnificent and classic castle, a white man sat in an ivory-white chair, looking down at his phone, silent for a long time.
His brows furrowed deeply, forming a "川" (river) shape.
The content on the phone was sent by editor Li Changfeng.
"Boss, what are you looking at?" a servant beside him couldn't help but ask.
"Summon the Four Great Divine Kings and the Eight Vajras."
"No, they are two great god-kings."
"Yes, boss."
In less than an hour, ten people arrived at the villa. These ten people came from six different nationalities and had three different skin colors, making them a mixed and chaotic group.
"Boss, what instructions did you give us when you called us over?" a skinny, yellow-skinned monkey asked, puffing on a cigar.
"Of course! I won't bother you unless it's necessary. Let me show you the message sent by the God King of Zhentian Kingdom." The Palace Master took out his phone and showed it to everyone.
"Next, we need to discuss whether we should continue with the actions taken against Ye Zihan."
"Boss, can we get through to King Zhen's cell phone? Let's ask him about the situation."
"Unable to connect. Based on normal logic, King Zhen may have already sacrificed himself."
"We can't contact God King Jack either." The Palace Master was filled with sorrow. It would be a lie to say he wasn't heartbroken at the loss of two top warriors.
Even if we don't accept this mission, we don't want them to suffer any losses.
It's worth noting how much profit the two of them can generate for the Temple of Gods in a year—easily billions of US dollars.
"Oh my god, boss, what are you saying? This can't be true." One of the King Kongs had an exaggerated expression, shocked and holding his head in disbelief.
“How could God take away the life of the King of God? He was God’s child.”
Another brainwashed person. What nonsense about being God's child? Did they just declare themselves that way?
Is the Investiture of the Gods just another version of Hong Xiuquan's scheme, deceiving geniuses and the son of God to instill faith in subordinates, leading them to serve and worship him wholeheartedly?
"God is so unfair. The God-King was such a good person, how could he be so foolish?"
"well!"
"Alright, I called everyone here to ask about our next plans, whether we should send someone to China again."
“Go, why not go? Even if it’s not for the reward, we have to avenge the two great god-kings. We can’t let them sacrifice in vain. Whoever did it, we’ll skin them alive.”
"I think we should stop now. The two great god-kings have perished there, and if we go again, we probably won't return."
“China is a mysterious country. My family is from Bhutan, so I have some understanding of China,” a man of East Asian descent said solemnly.
"There are many experts there, and it's a place where you won't get away with anything. Plus, the security there is extremely strict, and any slight disturbance will be closely monitored."
"The ways of the outside world are not suitable for China."
“I was against taking this job from the beginning, and I still stand by it now.”
After considering his own opinions and listening to everyone's suggestions, the Lord of the Investiture of the Gods roughly formed an idea in his mind.
He's not stupid; he has his own judgment.
None of the people who reach this position are mentally challenged; their brains are all incredibly sharp.
"Everyone, stop arguing. Here's what we'll do: give us half a month. If we can contact the two God-Kings, or if they can return, we can make a decision after obtaining some information."
"If we can't get in touch, then we'll stop here. We will never set foot on that land of China again, and we will not accept any missions, big or small." The Lord of the Conferred God Palace was clear-headed, and there was nothing wrong with doing so.
If even the God-King has fallen, who else can be sent?
Can't I go by myself?
If you're buried inside, everything will be gone.
The Investiture of the Gods, painstakingly built to such a great size, was either handed over to others or fell into internal strife and collapsed.
"What the boss says goes, we'll all listen to you."
"That's correct."
...
"Brother Changfeng, I have something to tell you." That evening, Shen Qiqi came to Li Changfeng's bedroom, taking off her clothes as she spoke. Her figure was still as stunning as ever, standing tall and proud.
"Huh?" Li Changfeng was used to it and was not surprised by Shen Qiqi's arrival.
Unless he gets drunk and puts her back in her room upstairs, he comes over every day.
"My grandfather wants to see you tomorrow."
"What?" Li Changfeng exclaimed in shock, "Why do you want to see me?"
"Um..." Shen Qiqi couldn't utter a single fart for a long time.
"Go ahead and say it."
"I went home today, and my grandfather said... he plans to let me meet with Mr. Zhu from the provincial capital, so we can get to know each other."
"They're just using the guise of knowing each other to set each other up. I can see right through Grandpa's little schemes. I can tell what he's up to just by looking at him."
Is it really okay to talk about your grandfather like that?
“I already have Changfeng, so of course I won’t agree. A woman should know how to be faithful and devoted to one man. So I just said I have a boyfriend.”
"You wouldn't know how demented Grandpa is if you weren't there. He's completely stunned." After taking off her clothes, Shen Qiqi crawled into bed and then shamelessly hugged Li Changfeng.
"He asked some more details, which I explained in detail. He wants me to take you to the Shen family tomorrow."
Li Changfeng was instantly overwhelmed. The so-called trip to the Shen family was actually just a meeting with the parents.
Barbie Q is doomed now.
Li Changfeng originally planned to stall Shen Qiqi until he completed his mission, then leave without a trace, leaving nothing behind.
I would never lay a finger on Shen Qiqi.
Now that Shen Qiqi has confessed everything to her family, what should they do?
"Ahem, Qiqi," Li Changfeng coughed twice, "What details did you tell the old man?"
"They slept together."
Li Changfeng: "..."
This "sleep" was not the same as the "sleep" in the traditional sense; the two of them did nothing.
They didn't cross any lines.
However, Li Changfeng still got all the benefits he was entitled to, he'd had his fill.
"Besides talking about sleeping?"
"They even kissed, hugged and kissed, more than once."
Li Changfeng: "..."
"Brother Changfeng, you're not going to back out, are you?"
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