When she woke up the next morning, Li Fuguang had completely forgotten what happened yesterday. So after washing up, she opened the door and saw a "statue" standing at the door. She almost didn't realize what Jiang Mao was saying. Crazy.
After she reacted, her face looked a little complicated.
"You don't have to be like this. I just said it casually. Well, I'm not that casual..."
Jiang Mao stared at Li Fuguang very seriously with his slightly red eyes (created deliberately after not sleeping all night), and knelt down in front of her smoothly with a "click".
As soon as he opens his mouth, he must make a statement for a scumbag.
"I'm sorry, I was wrong! Please forgive me!"
Li Fuguang was shocked and went to help Jiang Mao subconsciously.
"Damn it! What are you doing! I just insulted you a few times, there is no need to lose my dignity! If Aunt Wang and the others saw it, they might think I did something to you! Get up!"
Jiang Mao twisted his body in an extremely artificial way to break away from Li Fuguang's hand holding him, and said loudly, holding his neck:
"No! If you don't forgive me, I won't get up! I know I was wrong! The bad things I did before were all of my own free will. No one forced me. I will not make excuses again in the future. Moreover, I really want to If you want to join the gang, I won’t betray you!”
Li Fuguang had a headache, held his forehead and sighed, saying quietly: "Why are you like this now? I still prefer your unruly look before."
Jiang Mao held his head high and expressed his determination with a stubborn face.
Li Fuguang suddenly felt that it was a bit like the reappearance of those ancient bloody romance novels.
Accepted, she shouldn't have followed her temper and said so harshly yesterday, saying that she has changed her gender. How could the character of the male protagonist, who was supposed to be the starting point, turn into a domineering president of a romance novel overnight, and he is still chasing his wife? The kind of crematorium...
Li Fuguang glanced at Jiang Mao again. He still looked like he wouldn't get up until he forgave him.
Depend on! That feeling is even stronger!
Li Fuguang is very helpless now. You say you don't forgive him, but he won't get up. You ask her to forgive you, but she is a little unwilling. Isn't this just forcing her?
Okay, okay, as expected, his life is going too smoothly. She hasn't had a fight since she was promoted to a fierce soul, so let's try her hand at him.
After being beaten, hard, it should return to normal, right?
Li Fuguang directly turned his hands into ghosts, grabbed Jiang Mao's collar, lifted the whole ghost up, and walked all the way out along the corridor.
"Hey! What's wrong with this development! Help, Li Fuguang, what are you doing! Don't pull me, don't I want to lose face?"
Jiang Mao was so frightened that his face turned pale. This was different from what he expected. That was not what was written in those books!
Li Fuguang held his hand tighter and dragged him forward expressionlessly.
"I see that you have too much time to do. In that case, just practice with me and get a feel for it, otherwise you won't be able to advance to the next level!"
It was okay not to mention this. When it came to the strength of being beaten by Wang Yiliu, Jiang Mao was so angry that he completely lost his mind and threw his own plan of "begging for forgiveness" behind him.
"Huh? I couldn't advance to the next level, if it weren't for you - uh, you guys! As for my strength, have I declined? If I had practiced normally, I would have become a vicious spirit by now!"
Li Fuguang snorted coldly,
"That's not as good as me. I'm a mid-stage evil spirit now."
Jiang Mao was stunned for a moment, his mouth opened wide, his expression was in disbelief, and he seemed to have been hit too hard.
"You, you, you! You are too much of a bully! If you have the ability, fight!"
"That's what you mean. If you can't beat me when the time comes, don't kneel down and beg me like you did just now!"
"Fuck! You're insulting me!"
…
Li Fuguang and Jiang Mao walked away, swearing and noisily.
After a long time, Wang Yiliu and his wife's door was slowly pushed open, and two ghosts poked their heads out furtively.
"Should we go?"
"Husband, you really made me laugh to death. Then Jiang Mao, why didn't you see that his mind was so bad before?"
"I told you a long time ago, Jiang Mao, this pretty boy, is so smooth-talking. Fortunately, Fu Guang doesn't fall for his tricks!"
"Follow her and have a look. It's the first time that Fu Guang has taken action since she advanced to the evil soul. I can still point out her now. After one more game, I'm afraid she will reach a height that we can only look up to. "
"Well, let's go quietly without disturbing them."
…
Indoor training ground.
Li Fuguang dragged Jiang Mao here and threw him out with all his strength.
Jiang Mao changed his body shape in the air and landed steadily on the ground.
"Gragla——"
Li Fuguang's expression remained as usual, his hands clasped together and his joints creaked.
"Let's talk about the requirements first. No weapons, no abilities, just click. Is that acceptable?"
The surging fighting spirit in Jiang Mao's eyes could no longer be suppressed.
"Can!"
After finishing speaking, Jiang Mao tore open the T-shirt that was in the way, revealing his extremely well-trained and strong upper body, and put on a fighting stance.
The air seemed to be stagnant at this moment, no one or a ghost moved, they only had eyes for each other, and the momentum was rising steadily.
The next moment, a man and a ghost both started moving.
"boom--"
The two collided. Li Fuguang's ghostly hands were like bones, and Jiang Mao's fists covered in black tattoos collided. The air around him was torn open by the released ghost energy.
Jiang Mao gritted his teeth and his face became tense.
As expected of a ferocious spirit, the fierce ghost level was completely helpless in front of her.
I once again felt the feeling of being suppressed by Wang Yiliu that day.
But, do you have to give up like this?
This is not his character! What about evil spirits? That’s the battle! He will also advance to the evil spirit one day!
Compared to Jiang Mao, who was facing a formidable enemy, Li Fuguang smiled very satisfied.
With only pure physical skills and ghost power, she was too much stronger than Jiang Mao, and there was no comparison between the two.
The evil spirit certainly lives up to its reputation.
"boom--"
After several battles, Li Fuguang clearly felt that Jiang Mao was struggling. He was still too reluctant to fight across levels.
But I can't even warm up now, how can I bring out my new abilities in battle?
Li Fuguang frowned, but involuntarily relaxed his strength on his hands.
If the fight continues, Jiang Mao will be very embarrassed.
Unexpectedly, Jiang Mao didn't appreciate it. After noticing that Li Fuguang was a little absent-minded, he spit out a mouthful of blood and shouted loudly:
"Don't sympathize with me. If you can't beat me to death, then beat me to death!"
"you!"
Li Fuguang was a little helpless, but he still sighed in his heart that Jiang Mao was finally back to normal.
Forget it, since he said so, you don’t have to use your full strength to match his seriousness!
Li Fuguang's expression became serious again, his momentum reached its peak at that moment, and his movements were at least twice as fast as before.
Jiang Mao could still see the afterimage, but now he couldn't catch it at all. It was too fast, even he couldn't see clearly.
He didn't react until the fist made of white bones fell in front of him, but it was too late to resist.
Will he die?
This thought suddenly arose in Jiang Mao's mind.
But the expected severe pain did not occur. The fist stayed less than one centimeter in front of his eyes. The wind of the fist, mixed with ghost energy, went directly to his forehead, blowing his hair into a slicked back.
There was a crackling sound behind him, and the walls of the indoor training ground could no longer withstand the power and were blown to pieces.
