Looking at the lifeless one-headed monster, Jun Wangchen breathed a sigh of relief. After stopping the bleeding from his arm, he walked over to Mo Duoduo.
Honestly, throughout their adventure, he had never imagined he could kill the final boss.
Fighting the final boss had only reinforced that belief.
Yet a sudden flash of inspiration had given him such a clever plan, and he had actually killed the final boss with it.
Oh man, this brilliant brain of mine feels big enough to hold an entire Earth!
No, this isn't just intelligence. It's mostly handsomeness. Without handsomeness to guide it, intelligence couldn't work its magic.
Exactly, that's it. Sigh, I heard the Public Security Bureau has started issuing wanted notices lately. A little handsome gets you ten years, moderately handsome gets twenty, very handsome gets thirty, and super handsome gets fifty. Someone on my level would probably face a firing squad.
Say no more. I'd better buy a mask to cover my face as soon as I get back, or the friendly neighborhood cops will haul me off and shoot me.
Guest reader (RPG-Mushroom): Whenever a narcissist appears, I can't control the Fenji Fiendish Aura inside my sword. As a narcissist, tell me, are you under a lot of pressure?
Jun Wangchen had barely finished marveling at his own handsomeness when Mo Duoduo called out from a distance.
"Jun, how are you doing?"
Jun Wangchen instinctively wanted to say, "I'm fine," but after a moment's thought, another brilliant idea struck him.
An expert once said that all shamelessness and thick-skinned behavior that doesn't serve a scheme is just hooliganism. So, Mo, please forgive my lifelong wild, untamable love of scheming!
With that thought, Jun Wangchen pretended to cough up a mouthful of blood, then swayed and collapsed, his limbs twitching