However, if you want a horse to run fast, you have to feed it. Xu Le made a fist in the air and condensed a wisp of demonic energy in his hand. Although it was pitifully small, it was enough for the real world, which only had ordinary supernatural abilities and was mainly based on technology.
Xu Le smiled slightly and asked, "What's your name?"
Upon hearing this, the man was first taken aback, then overjoyed, and replied, "Chen Peng!"
Under Xu Le's mental control, the demonic energy entered his body, and the high-purity demonic energy turned into smoke that slowly enveloped her.
"Ahhh..."
Amidst the horrified gazes of others, the dark demonic energy slowly gathered, coalescing into a tall, strong, shadowy assassin covered in eerie incantations.
"Such powerful strength!"
Chen Peng shouted, lightly pushed off with his foot, and leaped more than ten meters. With a little effort, he could create a large crater in the ground. He summoned a weapon from the void, and a long spear appeared in his hand. Although he did not know how to use a spear, he could still cause great damage with his powerful physique.
"Youth and strength!"
As Chen Peng felt his aging body gradually recover, he laughed heartily. He felt that his manhood, which had been weakened by the shadowy warrior, had been revived. Tonight, he was determined to make his wife and lover beg for mercy.
"Thank you, Master!"
Chen Peng, ambitious and shrewd, immediately knelt down to express his gratitude. However, Xu Le had already leisurely walked back to the recliner, leaving only one sentence: "Go, get rid of the strange things in his house, and make him provide what I want!"
Xu Le didn't want to dominate this world. After all, this world had given birth to him. Although he had severed the causal relationship, he wouldn't take action until a treasure he coveted appeared in it. He simply treated this place as a vacation spot.
The demonic energy on Chen Peng dissipated, and he returned to his original appearance. He didn't care at all about the envious and jealous looks in the eyes of the people behind him. He took the lead in retreating, and the others didn't dare to stay any longer and quickly retreated as well.
The group sat on their respective vehicles, and apart from Chen Peng, they were filled with a myriad of thoughts, but all their emotions converged on one point: to please the mysterious master and gain power!
Chen Peng stood on the tree watching the dust kicked up by the car. He told his driver to go back first, while he transformed into a black-clad assassin, experiencing the intoxicating power of the mist.
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In a dark corner of the city, a thin figure rummaged through a garbage can outside a house. Inside the filthy garbage can, a large amount of grime of unknown composition had accumulated on the edge of the metal can.
Splash!
The dirty little hands pushed the trash aside, and it fell to the side of the trash can. Suddenly, a smile appeared on the little face, which was as black as coal, and the eyes, as black as obsidian, opened wide with surprise.
The little beggar held up a half-bread wrapped in transparent plastic, and upon closer inspection, it was found to have pink strawberry jam and teeth marks.
But the little beggar didn't care at all, holding the bread tightly in his arms, and turned around to leave.
"So it was you, you little beggar! No wonder my trash can was always being ransacked. You're asking for it!"
A portly, bespectacled middle-aged man saw the little beggar, roared angrily, and then picked up a stone and threw it.
A stone hit the little beggar on the forehead, leaving a wound, but the little beggar did not dare to resist at all. He retreated timidly, and after retreating to the wall, he faced the fat man's fierce expression, took a deep breath, sprinted, pushed the fat man down, and rushed into the dimly lit street.
Whoosh!
The howling cold wind scraped across her cheeks like daggers, and her thin clothes offered no protection. But the little beggar dared not slow down and ran forward desperately with her eyes closed.
Bang!
"Please don't hit me!"
The little beggar fell to the ground and instinctively covered his head with his hands, having endured countless beatings.
But after a long time, no one hit her. A pair of large hands embraced her. The little beggar felt the hot hands, her body trembled, and her heart sank. She thought to herself: I'm going to get hit again!
But the big hand didn't move. Instead, it slowly picked her up. The little beggar felt his movement, her dirty little face twitched, and her eyes slowly opened. She rubbed her eyes in disbelief.
A man dressed in expensive clothes, with long, jet-black hair cascading down his back, had a handsome face that remained expressionless, and eyes as bright and vast as the stars in the sky.
The little beggar shifted her body slightly in fear, accidentally wiping her dirt onto him. Terrified, she trembled and dared not move again, saying fearfully, "I'm sorry!"
The man remained calm and did not get angry. He threw away the bread in her arms and led her away amidst her disappointed gaze, ignoring her longing eyes as she stared at the bread that had fallen to the ground.
"Is he going to sell me? Or eat me? I've heard that people in some places still eat human flesh!"
Just as the little beggar was lost in thought, the man stopped, startling her from her reverie. She instinctively said, "Don't eat me, I'm dirty, my flesh is ugly!"
But she received no reply. She was put on the ground and slowly turned around. She then saw where she was. It was a mobile stall.
"A bowl of pork chop noodles!"
The man pulled her to sit down on the chair. The owner glanced at her but didn't say anything. He skillfully picked up a piece of dough, tossed it open, stretched it into strands as thin as hair, and put it into the steaming boiling water.
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Chapter 236: The Blood-Clad Code
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The little beggar subconsciously shifted her bottom away, trying to avoid letting her dirty body touch the clean stool. At this moment, she also had more time to pay attention to the man who had brought her there.
But every time she looked, the man's gaze would shift to her, scaring her so much that she froze in place like a little rabbit.
Not long after, the owner brought out a steaming bowl of noodles. The glistening pickled mustard greens were evenly covering the snow-white noodles, and two irregularly shaped pork chops were placed perfectly on either side of the bowl, with a braised egg in the empty space in the middle.
"Eat!"
Upon hearing this, the little beggar raised his head and asked, word by word, "Why are you so kind to me!"
The man's eyes gleamed with amusement as he smiled and said, "Guess!"