The Counterattack Plan of A Villain With Ten Thousand Fans [QT]

Chapter 135

098 was caught off guard by Ling Chunan's sudden question, but he quickly replied: "Host, I checked just now. There are three types of public toilets, using alpha, beta, and omaga as the classification standards. No. Based on men and women."

"Yes." Ling Chunan nodded, glanced at the flames breaking through the door, and said calmly: "That's it, let's go."

098: "..." How does it feel about Ling? Chunan asked this question just to kill time?

"Xiaochen! Xiaochen!" The male protagonist's cry came from outside the flames. "Xiaochen is still inside. He is injured. Grandpa Miss, let me go! I want to go in and save him!" The

old man comforted: " Xia Lin, the fire is very big now, you will die if you go in, don't be impulsive."

"No! Please let me go! I want to go in!"

At this time, almost ten minutes had passed since the fire broke out, and this house was originally Made of flammable alloy materials, Ling Chunan was in the far corner of the room. The flames had not yet burned him, but the thick smoke and heat wave had evaporated the water in the water cup beside him.

The wall behind the house had cracked, and the flames were rushing in. While listening to the affectionate shouts outside, Ling Chunan sneered, kicked the wall away, and strode into the flames.

Hearing Ling Chunan's sneer, 098 couldn't help but shudder. The host was angry, and the hero was unlucky.

However, 098 suddenly discovered that his host did not go towards the nearest breakthrough, but towards the other direction.

Ling Chunan's road was unobstructed. The flames that were originally raging wildly split open when he passed by, seeming to make way for him. However, because he chose the direction with the strongest fire, the nearby fields were filled with flames. It was full, so after walking for nearly twenty minutes, Ling Chunan finally came out of the fire scene.

"Counterattack value +10%, the current counterattack value is 10%, host, please continue to work hard."

After walking for about ten minutes, Ling Chunan suddenly fell down, 098 was shocked, "Host!"

098 Urgent After checking Ling Chunan's physical condition, he found that he had just fainted from exhaustion. He finally breathed a sigh of relief. At this time, he couldn't help but feel lucky. Fortunately, Ling Chunan had chosen to purchase the power of darkness before, so that he could survive in this kind of environment. If he persisted in the fire of poisonous gas for so long, if it was the power of light, he might have died midway.

However, 098 did not realize at this time how powerful his host was. He could persist in such an environment for twenty minutes with less than 10% of the energy recovered. This kind of perfect control technology, even if he searched all the No one could be found who was responsible for the task.

The fire burned for almost two days, and Ling Chunan also passed out in this secret clearing for two days. When he woke up on the third day, his wounds had been repaired by the healing power, but The power of darkness in the body is still recovering slowly due to the severe overdraft.

At this time, Ling Chunan only had a set of tattered clothes and an identity bracelet. However, on this planet, this identity bracelet only served a purpose. As for whether the owner was dead or alive, no one cared.

Ling Chunan was now disheveled, looking like a man who had emerged from a garbage dump. He sat up slowly, pushed back his hair that was too long, and looked at his fingers with clear joints. There was a garbage dump not far away. I picked up half a mirror from the pile and looked at it.