At this moment.
The villagers were terrified at the sight of the Four-headed Dragon and scattered in all directions.
Mu Hen stood before the monster, his bamboo basket filled with food.
As long as he still had food, his cheat would remain active, so his heart was full of courage.
He wanted to become a true hero who stood tall beneath the heavens!
"Don't be afraid! I'll protect you!" Mu Hen shouted.
"A Qiang, be careful!"
"Brother Qiang, when you come back, I'll bear you children!"
"Xiaoqiang, make sure you protect yourself."
Listening to the villagers' earnest hopes, he suddenly felt that being in the spotlight really was not bad.
Wenren Sheng's gaze fell on him as well.
He could only say that Mu Hen was still too naive.
He had become the Backstage Black Hand however he pleased, without any plan at all.
His temperament was a complete mess too.
The temperament of an Ordinary Person.
Not the temperament of an ambitious tyrant.
That said, many ambitious tyrants could only maintain that temperament for a dozen years, or even just a few.
Those famous emperors would also quickly degenerate, becoming pleasure-seeking trash worse than ordinary people.
Mu Hen swung his fists and charged at the monster.
This battle was exceptionally fierce.
His fists struck the Four-headed Dragon's body again and again.
The Four-headed Dragon was incredibly powerful, practically like a dinosaur.
If he had not been using cheats, he would have been eaten long ago.
Even so, he found the battle exceedingly strenuous.
Whenever he was nearly unable to hold on, he thought of the food in his bamboo basket.
He quickly pulled out a piece of roasted meat and stuffed it into his mouth, instantly recovering his strength.
Just like that, relying shamelessly on healing himself, he finally