"Uh... Logan?"
Hearing the roar outside, Fang Mo looked a little surprised.
"What was that explosion just now?" Logan's voice soon came from outside again. "Open the door already. You must be messing around with that weird crap behind our backs again, right?"
"..."
Fang Mo glanced around the room.
Manyullyn was lying on the sofa watching the show, Laevateinn sat on the floor looking utterly confused, the expressionless little girl with the bowl cut floated in the air, and strange noises could faintly be heard from the bathroom.
Meanwhile.
There was also a whole group of weapons behind him that he had not had time to deal with.
Considering Logan's personality, there was obviously no way to explain the scene in front of him.
"No, no."
Fang Mo quickly began to brush him off vaguely. "I just accidentally fell over earlier. I didn't control my strength and made a tiny crater in the floor. I'll plug it with a couple pieces of Cobblestone later. No need for you to worry about it."
"Cut the crap."
But Logan outside clearly did not buy it. "Everyone's already exhausted today. Can't you just let us get one good night's rest?"
"Then go the fuck to sleep."
Fang Mo said through the door.
"How the fuck is anyone supposed to sleep with you making this much noise!?" Logan roared again. "I'm giving you ten seconds... or I'm kicking the door down!"
"Are you fucking insane!?"
Fang Mo could not help roaring back.
But soon, he turned to look at the weapons behind him.
Fang Mo absolutely hated stopping right before the finish... Making him stop when they were only halfway transformed was harder to endure than killing him.
So Fang Mo simply steeled himself.
"Damn it..."
He suddenly muttered, then viciously swept his