For the next ten days or so, Lou Cheng, who had learned a lot from his match with Brandon, laid low. He didn't even look for Grandmasters of Martial Arts or powerful spirit cultivators to "spar" during the weekend. Instead, he pondered seriously and made up for his mistakes bit by bit.
Among them, his self-created Lament of the Ice Queen was still a distance away from the harsh requirements of actual combat. If he hadn't completely suppressed Brandon, he might not have been able to use it in time. He had to experiment, modify and familiarize himself with it.
Without relying on the suppression of the power of the Jindan, the Lament of the Ice Queen was equivalent to Severe Warning. However, there was an internal and external difference. One froze one's mind, while the other froze one's body. Both had their own characteristics, mysteries, and advantages.
Thoughts flashed through his mind. He leaned against a corner and looked at the classroom. While keeping an eye out for any accidents, he pondered over similar questions.
At this moment, his phone suddenly vibrated twice. He picked it up and saw that it was a WeChat message from Smith. He used someone else's email account to contact Lou Cheng for confidential information and then cleaned it up afterward. Normally, he would rely on Chinese communication tools. It was as though they had established a true friendship through daily contact.
"Lou, there's going to be an exciting 'movie' today."
"If I hadn't been monitoring the vicinity of the Holy Top Church from afar, I wouldn't have noticed Pavel sneaking out during the busiest time of the day. It's almost Valentine's Day, so he might not be able to hold it in."
Pavel, that perverted bishop who loves children and girls? Lou Cheng asked a few questions out of curiosity. He roughly understood what Smith meant by "exciting movie".
The Deliveryman's first two cases were the arrest of Joseph of the Geruga Sect and the "righteous execution" of Maszewski, who had a close relationship with spirit cultivators. The two spirit cultivators belonged to the "Kegri" group of the Geruga Sect. All in all, the higher-ups of the Geruga Sect couldn't help but suspect that the Deliveryman was targeting them. Even though he had punished criminals a few more times, it was probably just a cover up.
As for who would target the Geruga Sect of the Nature Sect, the Mission Sect was definitely in the top three suspects. They had sufficient resources and ability to transfer Mighty Ones from other big cities to interfere with surveillance and erase suspicion. Furthermore, their "Holy Light" could easily disguise itself as a superpower of flames and explosions.
After the "Butcher" incident, the Mission's quick response and relentless pursuit of public opinion made the higher-ups of the Geruga Sect feel that they had grasped the truth. As a warning and revenge, they set their sights on Pavel, who was also responsible for a case and angered the public.
In the past few months, Smith had accidentally discovered that the Geruga Sect was paying attention to Pavel while the superheroes. Now that this disgusting and detestable and detestable bishop had taken the opportunity to sneak out during the superhero's most, he didn't escape from the enemy. He couldn't help but be happy for him....... Most importantly, he didn't the Deliveryman...... and of course......... Lou, Lou.............. for him was was was was Lou Lou................. of by words........ by for sure Smith........
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Wearing a bonnet, Pavel crossed the street and entered the Black Forest. His eyes wandered around, looking for prey and a relatively secluded spot.
When he came to an open space filled with building debris and debris, his eyes suddenly flashed. Everything turned white, like a person who was used to the dark suddenly looking straight at the noon sun.
A figure jumped down from the top of the debris pile. Raising his right arm, he clenched his fist and swung it fiercely amidst the light. It was like a giant sword slashing, but also like a giant hammer smashing!
Bam!
A few "stars" around Pavel exploded, forming a strange, incomplete tree. With the guidance of the Lord, he accurately swung his fist and blocked the fatal attack.
Bam, bam, bam! Rumble, rumble, rumble! Amidst the fierce fight, the open space trembled constantly, as if it was brewing anger. In the center, "fireworks" bloomed, brighter and brighter. The dark-skinned teenagers playing nearby were scared out of their wits. Some called the police, while others hid in their homes.
Due to the slow dispatch of police from the slums, the attacker didn't seem to be anxious or worried at all.
It's a pity that the surveillance cameras nearby are either broken or stolen … Holding his phone, Smith shook his head and sighed.
He parked his car not far away and, under the cover of a pile of junk, enjoyed the "dangerous" battle. He even took a video and sent it to Lou Cheng for communication.
Lou Cheng leaned against the wall and glanced at the screen from the corner of his eyes. He saw the outline of the Holy Light in the shape of a tree or a cross. He saw the condensed brilliance, the trajectory of both parties' punches, and their dodging and evasive maneuvers …
The Ice Mirror appeared in his mind as he deduced and predicted what would happen next.
A thought flashed through his mind. Looking at the classroom, Lou Cheng blindly typed a word and sent it to Smith.
"Jump!"
Smith picked up his phone and fell into a state of confusion. He didn't understand the true meaning of "Lou".
At this moment, Lou Cheng's second message followed.
"Jump!"
Jump? Smith was stunned at first, then subconsciously believed in authority. He pushed open the car door and threw himself to the side.
With a roll, he hid behind a house. He saw a ball of fire flying from the battlefield, smashing through the front windshield of the car and smashing into the seat where he was sitting ten seconds ago.
Boom!
A dull thud resounded, waves of fire splattered, and glass flew everywhere. Smith couldn't care less about the surveillance cameras. He felt fear and relief at the same time.
Although such an "attack" couldn't kill him, it wasn't easy to bear either.
Having an "extremely dangerous" friend wasn't necessarily a bad thing.
After a brief moment of shock, he reported the incident to the Department of Homeland Security as an agent who happened to pass by.
But by the time the reinforcements arrived, the battle was already over. With the appearance of a helper who seemed to be a spirit cultivator, the attacker finally finished off Pavel, destroyed the corpse and traces of the crime scene, and left.
"The government has to issue a warning to Geruga and the Church. They should be 'quiet' for a long time after this." Smith sent a message to Lou Cheng as he reported the losses.
As someone who leaned towards "justice and law enforcement," he didn't hand over the video he took.
It's best if people like Pavel are dead.
On the way home after school, Yan Zheke listened to Lou Cheng's description of the incident while driving. Her eyes widened.
"You can already predict the development of the battle twenty seconds later?"
"Provided there are no changes. Who knows what other tricks those two guys have up their sleeves." Lou Cheng smiled calmly.
"In other words, you're at most sixty to seventy percent sure. If there are any changes, wouldn't Spider's jump be in vain?" Yan Zheke was half enlightened and half confused.
"Jumping won't kill you." Lou Cheng chuckled, not minding it at all.
Spider lacks actual combat experience. It's not bad to do some vigorous exercise once in a while …
…
Valentine's Day was also the second anniversary of Lou Cheng and Yan Zheke's relationship.
The girl received a pair of resplendent earrings and a photo album.
"A photo album?" Yan Zheke was surprised, happy, and confused. She took it and placed it on her lap.
On the cover of the album was the words "A Gift from Time", handwritten by someone.
"Handwriting, I won't comment on the handwriting!" The girl chuckled and opened the album.
The first page was of the exterior of the martial arts arena, the second page was of Weishui Lake, and the third page was of Long Bridge at night. Every page was a scene she was extremely familiar with. At the end of the page were the suspended glass bridges and other sights they had experienced before.
"You've been there before?" Yan Zheke looked up and asked in surprise and delight.
"Before you went abroad, didn't you especially like to take photos to record the things we experienced together? I wanted to make up for the earlier ones. Although we're not in the photos, it can be our background now. "Lou Cheng explained with a smile.
Yan Zheke's eyes lit up. She lowered her head and stroked the surface of the photo. Her dimples were shallow.
"Your photography skills are a little bad, but since you put in so much effort, I'll reluctantly accept it."
"Do you like it?" Lou Cheng asked with a smile.
Yan Zheke rolled her eyes and glared at him. She turned her head to the side and answered softly,
"I like it very much …"
After that, she changed the topic and showed a nostalgic expression.
"I kind of miss the cafeteria of Songcheng University. I still remember the Shredded Pork with Fish with Shredded Onions and the boiled meat slices with a spoon of boiling oil. It was so tender …"
The dishes in Songcheng University's cafeteria were not bad, especially the Shredded Pork with Fish with Shredded Pork. It was a dish that Lou Cheng and Yan Zheke couldn't stop praising. It wasn't worse than some of the time-honored restaurants in Xing Province.
"The only problem is that there are too many fish in Weishui Lake. Most of the dishes in the cafeteria are fish!" Lou Cheng complained and then recalled the food.
The more they thought about it, the more hungry they became. At the end of the conversation, Yan Zheke touched her stomach which was still a little painful because of her period and looked at Lou Cheng with grievance.
"Cheng, I just checked Weibo and saw a person's nickname is' Country Bumpkin '."
"And then?" Lou Cheng asked in confusion.
"And then, then I want to eat buns …" Yan Zheke covered her face with her hands.
…
After Valentine's Day, Lou Cheng waited for Aunt Du to call off her leave. He carried his luggage and boarded the flight back to China.
The National Competition was in a little more than a month!
PS: Looking for recommendation tickets on Monday, monthly tickets!
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