Chapter 265: Abyss Manchineel Flower

Wang Kun's doorway.

Li Lei wore a smile and knocked on the door easily.

Since the Apocalypse erupted, today, inexplicably, became his most excited moment.

The feeling of flaunting his power and hidden cards is utterly addictive.

Click

The door opened, revealing Wang Kun's desolate, wary eyes:

What's the matter?

Li Lei before him was full of spring pride, his emotions completely untouched by Lin An's instant kill of the monster.

Let's talk after coming in~

Li Lei chuckled lightly, hands in his pockets, turned sideways and slipped into the room.

He saw Wang Kun looking scared stiff, and couldn't help but feel contempt.

Small fry are small fry; does this little scene scare you?

He secretly mocked Wang Kun, completely forgetting how his own legs had turned to jelly when facing the Titan.

After entering, Li Lei silently spoke three words:

Manchineel Flower...

Seeing his unwillingness to give up, Wang Kun couldn't help but scoff, lowering his voice and glancing left and right:

Are you brain-damaged?! That person's strength is so strong, how can you still laugh?

And you still want to use Manchineel Flower?!

Leaving aside whether it works, but...

A flash of anger crossed Li Lei's eyes; indeed this guy neither respects him nor thinks highly of him!

If it weren't for the master needing his body, I would have killed this guy long ago!

Suppressing his anger, he raised a hand to stop Wang Kun from speaking, then sneered and displayed his own talent.

After a long while.

After carefully reading the talent description, Wang Kun couldn't help but size up Li Lei before him, his heart filled with shock.

Li Lei let out a cold snort, then pretended to be mature as he patted his shoulder and turned to leave.

As expected.

My talent—who wouldn't be shocked?

Follow me, and you'll surely get your share of benefits...

After throwing out that line, he left Wang Kun, whose face was torn, standing alone on the spot.

In the evening, the sky grew dim.

Fan Bing gazed at the faint light seeping from under the 908 door, her face showing hesitation.

She had early on changed into a Burberry khaki trench coat, her long hair tied up simply at the back.

The classic, simple trench coat style paired with bare legs and Dr. Martens boots.

Full of presence, high-end and textured.

Unlike the other styles she had deliberately sought before, subconsciously she chose her original style.

Bang-bang-bang

She lightly knocked on the door, right hand holding pen and paper, fingertips clenched until they turned blue.

The Manchineel Flower, split into two halves, was placed in the coat pocket.

The door hadn't opened; only Lin An's calm inquiry came from inside:

What's the matter?

Not quite liking, not quite dislike.

Lin An covered the notebook in his hand; with his mental power he could sense the woman outside's timidity and unease.

This is the second time—what else are you scheming?

He doesn't buy this act, and even finds it a bit troublesome.

Compared to Fan Bing's mentality of wandering among men, trying to cling to the strong, he might feel a bit more fondness toward women who rely on themselves to survive.

But there's nothing really to blame—everyone has their own way of living.

As long as one can survive, right or wrong doesn't matter.

An Ge, I have something very important I want to tell you.

In just a few seconds, she felt a tension and pressure she rarely felt in her life, as if it were her first audition.

In the next few minutes, it would probably decide her fate of life or death.

Click

Under telekinetic control, the door opened automatically.

After the door opened, Lin An casually turned sideways to watch Fan Bing rush in.

Important matter?

In his perception, he could sense that the woman before him wasn't lying; Fan Bing's heartbeat beneath her coat had quickened considerably.

Not daring to waste time, she subconsciously glanced at the tightly closed door behind her, then hurriedly spoke:

An Ge, I'm here to apologize to you.

Sorry about what happened before...

While speaking and writing, Fan Bing stared unblinkingly at the man before her, her eyes pleading.

The words were meant for Li Lei, not far away outside the door.

The voice was soft and weak, unusually clear in the quiet room:

Actually, I actually have a good impression of you too...

Following Li Lei's idea, she slightly altered her wording, which made her feel a bit embarrassed saying it.

Used to shifting emotions at will without changing her expression, and used to acting even when speaking to empty air, she actually discovered she couldn't control her own expression.

I don't know why, but there's always a special aura about you that attracts me.

Maybe it's a sense of security, maybe it's...

The pen tip tore the white paper; Fan Bing, her face flushed red, after saying that, hurriedly handed the paper to Lin An.

Is her shyness and feelings truly just an instinctive performance?

Lost in thought, after she finished speaking she stared fixedly at Lin An, waiting for him to finish reading the paper's content.

In the hallway, Li Lei's face was twisted.

He had been eavesdropping on the sounds inside the room.

As an Awakened One, under the slight spiritual power boost from his master, every movement and sound in the room was crystal clear.

Very good.

Bing Fourth Rank has already said those words; I believe they can dispel Lin An's doubts.

But when Fan Bing said she liked him or had good feelings, he wished he could rush into Lin An's room and kill him.

His heart roared with furious rage.

Although this was him telling Bing Fourth Rank to lower her stance, he didn't teach her to say these words!

This should have been said to me! This should have been Bing Fourth Rank saying it with a blushing, adoring face to me!

No one to blame; he could only attribute this pain to Lin An.

As for Bing Fourth Rank altering her wording, she must have done it to better gain the trust of that good-for-nothing.

Compared to a pure apology and slight good feeling, expressing affection and liking then presenting the Manchineel Flower makes more sense.

However.

I've wronged Bing Fourth Rank, letting my goddess suffer.

He could imagine how Bing Fourth Rank, in order to help him deal with Lin An, felt a disgusting, sorrowful feeling.

Clearly not liking it, clearly feeling nothing, yet having to act as if moved.

For a moment, Li Lei's heart inexplicably felt somewhat moved.

Bing Fourth Rank indeed loves me, she just doesn't say it.

For me, she's even willing to endure this humiliation...

But just thinking of his goddess expressing admiration in someone else's room, even though he knows it's fake, the twist in his heart almost drives him mad.

Once my talent takes effect, once that good-for-nothing eats the Manchineel Flower, I will definitely tear him to pieces!

Only thus can I wash away today's "disgrace".

Li Lei's clenched fists made a crackling sound, his chest heaved as he breathed heavily, then his eyes bloodshot he turned and went back to his room.

The rest of the content isn't worth listening to.

He feared that if he kept listening he wouldn't be able to restrain himself from going berserk.

This maddening feeling is no less than having one's beloved writhe in front of them while they still have to push their buttocks.

Inside the room, Lin An received the white paper.

Only to see on the paper a neatly written line of small characters:

"Li Lei and Wang Kun want to attack you! They had me give you the Manchineel Flower; that thing is a deadly toxic spiritual plant!"

I'm not in league with them! I have no relation whatsoever with Li Lei and Wang Kun; please believe me!

Hum—

Lin An's expression unchanged, he raised his hand and set up a Mental Power Barrier, preventing the sound from being eavesdropped.

Manchineel Flower? Poison?

He spread his hand, signaling Fan Bing to hand over the Manchineel Flower.

A deadly toxic spiritual plant— isn't that the thing I once used against sandworms?

He felt curious inside.

Just what kind of deadly toxic spiritual plant could give this bunch the nerve to scheme against me?