Chapter 1226 - 1223

Entering the milky white mist is equivalent to entering Master Fuli's body.

As soon as the Thorn Insect fell into the mist, it couldn't tell east from west, and the things inside began a full-scale attack on the Thorn Insect.

In a single thought of Master Fuli, everything corroded and activated by the Blood and Flesh Will becomes the sharpest blades, each cut carrying a critical hit of the Blood and Flesh Will's erosion.

Creatures not on the same level of life don't even qualify to mess with Master Fuli.

Shasha simply couldn't fathom why the Immortals would have any reason or courage to ambush Master Fuli in the mist.

The Immortals are not novices; the foundation of the Dragon-man Civilization was built on borrowing First Epoch Life technology.

The Immortals understand the symbolism of this layer of mist and the terror of Master Fuli within it.

"Let's go! Take the Thorn Insect and return to the hotel."

Ansheng shook his head slightly disappointedly and said, "It's a pity we didn't encounter any arrogant Immortals..."

What Shasha said made sense, but Ansheng still leaned towards his own feelings.

Given the arrogance of the Immortals, it's not surprising they'd stubbornly face the Blood and Flesh mist just to fight him, those Immortals who look down on everything.

How could they see current life on Blue Star in their eyes?

Always bragging about [Dragon People No.1!]

"What are you looking at?"

Ansheng returned to the white Drum Tower, getting ready to reclaim the "radiation" enveloping the state, and trace back the marks he left while repairing the Thorn Insect.

"Watching the missile lock demon..."

Li Wenkang, sitting cross-legged on the ground, spoke with a peculiar expression:

"Do you want to take a look? The missile life form you enlightened is aggressively confronting the Minister of the War Department...."

"Hmm?"

Ansheng, startled, stood on tiptoe and glanced at the military terminal in Old Li's hand.

On the screen.

A creature with a metallic shine all over, with a missile warhead on its neck, seizing a pink-haired man and pressing him on an office desk.

The pink-haired man looked delighted.

Missile Ghost looked suffocated, but still took a bottle of baby oil from the War Department Minister's hand.

"?"

Ansheng looked at Old Li, flabbergasted, and asked with a big question mark:

"Why didn't you say earlier, the America War Department Minister belongs to the transgender community, isn't this just pure reward for him?"

"Not a transgender, nor human for that matter, if you must categorize it forcefully, it should be a gay," Li Wenkang shrugged and said, "But who knew, that guy is so indiscriminate on the sly...."

"I never associate with such people; the most a buddy would do is compete with me for a technician, but that thing in the video is likely trying to compete for business with the technician."

"Hetui—"

Ansheng rolled his eyes and quipped, "How old are you now, except for slobbering on people, what great deeds are left to do in the entertainment city."

"Oh, come on, that's a bit harsh," Li Wenkang got stumped by Master Fuli's sharp tongue, with black lines all over his forehead.

"Return—"

Ansheng shook his arms, and the rows of white Drum Towers immediately crumbled to sand visible to the naked eye.

The white mist sweeping the whole state retreated fast like wind sweeping the clouds, revealing the frost-covered roads common in Alaska.

The daylight-like sky, at the moment of mist fading, revealed the true sun, moon, stars, and pitch-black night sky.

Master Fuli went out at noon in Xia Country, having food and drinks, enjoying massages in Alaska.

The Xia Country time has reached five o'clock, while Alaska due to the time difference, is now at one in the morning.

The mist cleared, Ankre City's buildings restored, people who had fallen underground returned to the surface.

They have no memory of the mist and continue instinctively with what they were doing before fainting as their awareness returns.

"Drip drop—"

In the bathing pool of the [Ankere Grand Hotel], Ansheng still sits in the massage chair, crossing his legs, while Miyel, transformed into a mass of fungi, stares blankly at the surreal bathing environment.

On the bathing pool floor, there's a large white drum with a fox-skin drumhead that stopped vibrating, but the rim gives off one or two "drip-drop" sounds marking the end.

"Tss..."

Miyel gasped, looked at Master Fuli sitting next to him, hurriedly reaching out his hand, grabbed a cola from the round table, and handed it to Uncle Fuli.

Unable to comprehend.

But Miyel has utmost respect for Master Fuli's power.

"Hmm?"

Returning to his seat, Li Wenkang wasn't surprised by Master Fuli's ability, but seeing the scene in the bathing pool brought a hint of wonder to his face as he looked toward the hot spring pool and asked:

"Where did you pick up that thing...?"

Ansheng turned his gaze towards the full-looking bullfrog crouching in the hot spring pool, nervously clutching the ground with its toes, and said:

"I pulled it out of America Marine Corps' transport vehicle...."

"Though I'm not sure what it is, it's worth taking since the America Marine Corps went to such lengths to transport it."

The ink green frog in the hot spring pool, the size of a three-story self-built house.

Now pressed into the hot spring pool, it lays the entire frog in the spring water motionlessly silent, or rather dumbstruck and mute from terror.

In the ink green frog's memory, it was supposed to execute the recovery mission with the Marine Corps.

But in a blink of an eye, the whole frog was placed in a forty-degree hot spring pool, slowly boiling at a low temperature.

Encountering ghostlike terror, the ink green frog froze in fright.

"Oi! What's your deal?"

Ansheng blew a whistle looking at the ink green frog, asking it about its background.

"Moo..." The ink green frog crouched lower, covered its head looking towards Master Fuli, "Quack, quack, quack..."

I am just a worker, the Marine Corps said after I work for five years, they will give me a green card for magic beasts.

My tongue is especially long; the Marine Corps commander sent me to Alaska to ambush in the snow, taking the opportunity to snatch a bug-like creature back to the base.

"Your mission failed; take a bath, and I will take you back to Xia Country later, introducing you to a breathtakingly beautiful mosquito as a partner....."

Ansheng nodded gently upon hearing, letting the ink green frog tidy up in the bathhouse and follow him back to Xia Country in a while.

"Quack?"

The ink green frog froze momentarily, gazed around observing the faces, seemingly confirming something.

It confirmed Master Fuli wasn't joking, showing joy immediately, extending its hand to fetch a customized giant laptop from the pouch on its chest.

"Your loan has been issued..."

"Your Blue Pay software account received 200,000....." the ink green frog beamed with delight, making withdrawals, sweeping all of America's credit loans, maxed out its credit cards on shopping platforms, and sent the stuff to Xia Country.

"Quack!"

The ink green frog looked at Master Fuli, speaking expectantly.

Bro, I've bought furniture and bedding, even the bathtub I was reluctant to buy before.

My credit cards aren't maxed out yet, do you want anything? Put it in my shopping cart, I still have seven or eight bank credit cards unused.

And...can you help me with a little favor? I have one thing I've always wanted to do.

The ink green frog showed anticipation.

In Master Fuli's mind, a golden flash, the ink green frog's wish appeared in the Wish List.

[...The America Marine Corps has been very good to me, I want to thank the commander by gifting my guns with vodka to the homeless. The ink green frog, thinking of its overtime work tallying up the electric meter, owing five thousand dollars to the Marines, conceived evil thoughts, ready to give "good brothers" a lesson, maintaining a chaotic state in its patrol area.]

[Wish fulfilled: Water of Life with a rifle, "Bang Bang" on dark streets]