In the extraordinary world, I can only travel to the world of women

Chapter 245 is not over yet? ? ?

[When the sun appears, all filth will flee from its holiness and scorching heat]

Fang Xing couldn't remember where he saw this sentence.

However, this sentence is very suitable for describing nuclear bombs.

Even if Mary Sue's hair has reduced the power of the nuclear bomb to only one kilometer, the shock caused cannot be underestimated.

When the nuclear bomb goes off.

Fang Xing really had the illusion that it was dawn.

The light behind him penetrated directly through the layers of black fog, bringing a different kind of warmth to this quiet and dark night.

The old ghosts in the car had hidden themselves long ago, and no one dared to look directly at them.

Except for artists——

"Look!"

"This is the crystallization of weapons of human wisdom!"

"How can this light that blinds the ghost's eyes not be unforgettable by the ghost!"

“Ahhhhhhhhhhh————————!!”

"I'm smoking!!"

Fang Xing had already taken over the driving, stretched out his hand to push down the old ghost who was discussing the art of death, stepped on the accelerator and rushed directly into an underground parking lot before slowly stopping.

Wait for the car to come to a complete stop.

Only then did the ghosts in the car dare to show up.

The other old ghosts carried the artist out of the car.

There was a moment of silence, no one spoke.

The ghost boss looked at the smoking artist and suddenly had tears in his eyes.

"I knew he was a bit of a pervert."

“I didn’t expect it to be so serious.”

"It's okay to be a human and seek death, but to be a ghost is to seek death. Isn't this crazy?"

"It's all smoking!"

"Where can I find a doctor to treat a ghost?"

"Besides, I really don't know whether to go to the emergency room or the brain department to treat you first!"

The writer Lao Gui stepped forward, looked at the artist who was still smoking, and patted the ghost boss on the shoulder with emotion and said:

"It's ok."

"Didn't we all hold memorial services?"

"If we open it again this time, it will get better and better."

"Wait while I prepare the memorial speech!"

The other ghosts stood in a row in tacit understanding, holding guns and ammunition in their hands, placing them one by one in front of the artist like presenting flowers.

Wen Ya was among them, holding a rocket launcher in her hand, with tears in her eyes.

After presenting the rocket launcher, he turned around and hugged the beautiful female ghost and cried together.

The beautiful female ghost was sad at first, but she started laughing when she hugged Wen Ya.

He even reached out and touched Wen Ya's waist, and his expression began to become lewd.

"Hehe...it's so sad, hehe!"

"Come on, Wen Ya, hold me tight!"

"I comfort you!"

Fang Xing looked at the artist who seemed to be still twitching.

Then look at the old ghosts who have begun to cry in mourning.

"........."

The ghost boss was crying while handing out things to other old ghosts.

Then he took the lead and started singing:

[Brother, go to Xitian Road. My sister will come and chop down trees for you. I will make an old house for you. The old house will be covered with cotton mattresses.]

[Brother, my brother, it will be easy for you to live in the underworld~]

Fang Xing: ...

Who can understand how explosive it would be for a group of male voices to force themselves to sing female falsetto! !

Crying like a ghost and howling like a wolf is really not an adjective!

"Next, we have another farewell ceremony."

"Our artist, our dear friend, the ghost that we shared our home with, unfortunately passed away just now."

"Age—uh—seventeen days!"

“Next, let’s invite the artist’s friends to come on stage to pay their respects.”

As soon as the old ghost, the writer, finished speaking, the beautiful female ghost rushed up.

Facing the smoking artist, he said very sincerely:

"Damn!"

"Thank you!"

"Dreams come true!"

"Sacrificing yourself for others...no, sacrificing yourself for others, you are worthy of it!" Fang Xing stood aside and watched, the expression on his face could not be stretched!
Should we tell them that the artist is not dead, just injured?

It looked like they were having a lot of fun!

Wouldn't it be very disappointing if we really knew that the artist was not dead?
emmmmm…………

Just when Fang Xing was thinking about how to speak more appropriately.

The artist who was being sent to the West finally woke up.

He opened his mouth and groaned.

Startle the beautiful female ghost who is bowing!
The beautiful female ghost reacted immediately, screamed, threw herself into Wen Ya's arms, and started moaning.

"Whoa, whoa, he's not dead yet, he scared me to death!"

"Wen Ya, please give me a hug!"

"It was so scary just now!"

Fang Xing looked at this scheming Al-Copper in silence, not knowing what to say.

Since the artist was not dead but only injured, the memorial service can only be suspended.

Yi Fangxing's understanding of the world's nuclear bombs.

As long as you avoid the initial wave of influence, there won't be any big problems later.

The other old ghosts carried the artist into the car again, and when they got back in the car, they started bragging to each other.

"You didn't see it, but I was holding two AKs and shooting at the ghosts that were rushing over. It was so cool!"

"Your AK is not good at all. All I hold are bazookas from beginning to end, and it is a big piece at once. This is what I want!"

"Hey~~turn over for me~~"

"What's that? When I throw grenades, I just throw them in a bunch. Isn't it more powerful than a rocket launcher?"

"It's really cool! I used to avoid the evil ghosts when I saw them, but this time I let out my anger!"

"I just took a look. We still have one-third of our weapons left. We don't have to take a detour when we encounter evil ghosts in the future!"

"That's right, among the surrounding cities, our hearse is the one with the least reputation. Let's see who dares to underestimate us this time."

"Hey~~ You guys are pretending, don't leave me, help me turn over, I'll pretend too!"

Back to the hotel.

Fang Xing shook his head slightly, feeling that he had forgotten something.

I still remember using nuclear bombs myself.

But why is it not powerful?
Ok……

Forgot, it seems unimportant.

This thought flashed through Fang Xing's mind and Fang Xing no longer cared about this matter.

World quest completed.

But Fang Xing did not receive a reminder that the mission was completely completed.

It seems that the world mission has nothing to do with the main mission.

I still need to wait for the plot line to end.

I believe it won’t take long.

After all, judging from the degree of perversion of the male protagonist Chen Weixing, it won't take long for him to turn the corpse into a specimen.

I just don’t know if the artist’s corpse can withstand the torture after it has rotted like that.

Fang Xing thought as he walked into the elevator.

Soon, he returned to the floor where he lived.

However, Fang Xing did not open the suite he originally stayed in this time.

Instead, he continued walking forward and reached the room where Yawen lived.

He reached out and took out the room key card.

【Drip】

The door opened.

As soon as Fang Xing entered the door, he took off his shirt and then his pants as if he were back at home.

Wearing big pants, he walked to the big bed and lay down without even looking.

【Om—】

The phone rings.

Fang Xing had no choice but to sit up and go back to find his pants and cell phone.

"Hey, Yawen, what's wrong?"

"what?"

"Am I in your room?"

"Don't make it so easy for others to misunderstand you. Didn't you say that this room has a better view and you let me live here to thank me?"

"Then you agree to stay in my room."

"Don't make it seem like I'm taking advantage of someone else's danger. I'll be careful to sue you for slander!"

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