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Chapter 635

Words:1775Update:22/06/26 13:12:05

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After Orris threw hundreds of grenades.

In the end, Chen Zhao … didn't die.

Today, Chen Zhao finally understood something.

In the movie, only those who survived were the main characters. Those who didn't were the passersby.

Okay, this kind of attack was still effective.

At least in the future, if someone threw a grenade in front of him …

As long as they didn't bite him, he probably wouldn't die.

At least, he wouldn't die even if they exploded one by one.

Anyway, Chen Zhao's resistance had increased by a lot.

Chen Zhao felt that he could find a police station and fight it out.

Of course, if the police station had a few machine guns …

Chen Zhao would probably still have to kneel.

However, Chen Zhao could deal with this kind of directional attack.

If he encountered such a situation again in the future, he wouldn't need to rely on Qingyi Armor to take it head-on.

Actually, the theory behind this kind of flamethrower was simple. It used the incompatibility between one's own magic and the devouring spell.

The moment it was devoured, one would use one's own magic as a catapult and release the spell again.

However, this principle sounded simple, but only the Gluttons could really use it.

If someone else tried this, their mouth would explode first.

"Oh, Lord, I have something to ask you."

"What is it?"

"Is there a way to make someone who's under the Spirit of Speech Restriction speak?"

"I can't help it," Zofee said.

"Is there no way at all?"

"If it's in the human world, you can just kill the person and send his soul to me. I'll interrogate him for you."

"But after a person dies, their soul can fall into any corner of Hell, right?"

"As long as you place a token of mine before he dies, his soul will definitely land near me." Zofee tossed a ring to Chen Zhao. "This ring will send the soul to me directly, but it can only be used once."

"Okay, I understand."

"Oh, this is what the old human translated. It's what you want." Beelzebub Zofee handed the translated diary and the original version to Chen Zhao. "Do you still want that old human?"

"Keep it. I need to verify if the translation is correct."

This time, he didn't return to the human world in the early hours like before.

When he returned, Fali was having dinner.

Then Chen Zhao suddenly appeared.

"Phew … Fali, I'm back."

"Chen, this is the phone you left with me. Mr. Rasfa called yesterday and said that Steven went to the hospital. He told me to inform you as soon as you came back." Fali handed the phone to Chen Zhao.

Chen Zhao's happy mood disappeared in the blink of an eye.

"That b * stard old man. A few days ago, I told him to take care of himself," Chen Zhao said angrily. "I don't care if he lives or dies."

Fali stared at Chen Zhao. Chen Zhao felt awkward under Fali's gaze.

"Okay, okay, I'll call and see if he's dead."

Chen Zhao called Steven. "Old b * stard, if you're not dead, tell me which hospital you're in now."

At this time, an old woman's voice came from the phone.

"Who are you? Steven can't answer the phone right now. "

"Eh …" This was awkward.

Usually, Chen Zhao and Steven didn't mince their words.

He didn't expect someone else to pick up the phone.

"Are you Steven's personal doctor?"

"Uh … it's me."

"He's at Chantilly Hospital."

"I'll go over now."

Fali had already brought Chen Zhao a set of clothes. "Go take a shower and change before going out."

What Chen Zhao was wearing now was no different from a beggar.

Chen Zhao rushed to the hospital and knocked on Steven's door.

A while later, an old woman opened the door.

This was Chen Zhao's second time seeing Halifa.

"Hello, Madam."

"Hello, Steven is lying inside. Go in."

"Thank you, Madam."

Chen Zhao would still show respect to unfamiliar seniors.

"By the way, the wine you made is very good," Halifa said.

"Huh?"

"I won't disturb you and Steven." With that, Halifa left the room.

Walking past the entrance, Chen Zhao saw Steven lying on the bed, but he was already awake.

However, Steven's face was gray.

Chen Zhao's face darkened too. "Old b * stard."

"Chen, help me. Help me get better. I need to leave the hospital. I can't stay here now."

Chen Zhao clenched his teeth and looked at Steven. "I told you to rest long ago or drink the wine. Even if you only rest for three days, you'll at least recover your energy. But you didn't listen to me and insisted on being so stubborn. As I expected, you destroyed your body."

"Now's not the time to be sarcastic. I need to leave the hospital quickly."

"I can't let you leave immediately, but it's not too late. Drink the wine. Just one cup and sleep for three days. You'll recover."

"Is there no other way?"

"Or you can stay in the hospital for a longer time. It's your choice."

Steven hesitated. He looked at Chen Zhao with a pleading expression.

Unfortunately, Chen Zhao was unmoved. Steven was just too tired.

It wasn't hard for him to leave the hospital in a short time, but Chen Zhao would be harming him if he left now.

Chen Zhao didn't want to lose a friend. No matter how his movie was, Steven was more important.

"Fine …" Steven sighed. "Help me call that old woman in."

Chen Zhao walked to the door and called Halifa Oliver in.

"Oliver, help me go to my studio and get the wine from my safe."

"Old b * stard, you're crazy. Look at your current condition. You still want to drink?"

Steven looked at Chen Zhao. Chen Zhao explained, "Lady, please believe me. That wine is only good for Steven. It's not bad."

"It's the Purple Brew?" Halifa licked her lips.

Halifa wasn't a heavy drinker, but she was really addicted to it again.

It was a nostalgic taste that she couldn't stop drinking.

"It's not the Purple Brew, but it's better," Chen Zhao said. "Steven, I won't keep you company."

"Okay. Oh, I think you've been missing for more than a day. Where did you go?"

"No, I just went into the mountains to pick herbs and forgot to bring my phone," Chen Zhao said.

"Do you go into the mountains to pick the herbs that you normally use?"

"Okay, let's not talk about me. I still have things to do. Lady … Goodbye."

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