Resurrection Of Spiritual Energy Oh My God, My Horcrux Is A Kitchen Knife

"Are you convinced?"

Qin Fan chuckled.

"I obey you...ah..."

Just when Zhang Xiong wanted to express his anger, there was a sharp pain in his mind. However, Qin Fan was not idle at this moment, and the fist attached to the body of King Kong hit him hard.

Although his upper body had turned into a beast, with rough skin and thick flesh, Qin Fan's huge force still caused him endless pain. What was worse was that after the guy punched, his fist turned directly into a palm and grabbed several Just pluck out every black hair...

That sour and refreshing...

Heads from other dormitories kept popping out, looking around to find the source, and casting curious glances.

At this moment, a small piece of Zhang Xiong's chest was bald by Qin Fan, and there were faint blood drops on the rough and thick skin. The mental and physical pain made his howls much weaker.

Qin Fan knocked Zhang Xiong to the ground with one punch, clapped his hands and walked aside. Such a stupid big man who lost his teeth is simply not worth mentioning.

"Brother Fan, you are so mighty. I have decided that you will be my brother from now on. Brother, eat chicken legs."

Fu Nanren opened his mouth wide and took a long time to react. With a smile on his face, he handed over the chicken drumstick in his hand.

"Then here..."

Qin Fan looked at the mess in front of him and thought to himself that he was a little hasty. This time he asked Zhang Xiong to be honest, but their bed was completely gone.

"Brother Fan, I'll come."

An Ji immediately raised his hand.

He walked to the pile of broken beds and picked up a longer iron frame on the ground.

His right hand stroked slowly.

The deflated iron frame was instantly restored as soon as his palm passed over it, and there was no trace of damage at all.

Qin Fan looked at An Ji in surprise. Is this the ability of mechanical replication? Looks very powerful.

"Brother Ji, you are so capable."

Fu Nanren watched the damaged metal parts being restored one by one in An Ji's hands, his face filled with admiration.

"Isn't your special power just that you have a sweet mouth?"

Qin Fan couldn't help but tease, but after he said a word, he suddenly shut up. Zhang Xiong finally got up from the ground, stood in front of Qin Fan again, and looked at Qin Fan blankly.

Qin Fan raised his eyebrows, did he not fight enough?

The next moment, Zhang Xiong said: "I lost, you are better than me."

Qin Fan······

Fu Nanren·····

Peaceful silence······

Is this admitting defeat? Is this the attitude of admitting defeat? It was as if he had won.

"Don't worry, I will sleep on the balcony from now on, and these two beds will be yours until I knock you down."

Seeing that Qin Fan didn't answer, Zhang Xiong continued.

Qin Fan looked at the two beds that An Ji had repaired, waved his hand and said, "No, we will all be classmates from now on, so it's best to live in peace."

Zhang Xiong looked at Qin Fan in surprise. Being so talkative made him a little difficult. He touched his head and smiled sheepishly: "You are so talkative, and you are not at all as domineering as that guy said?"

Qin Fan was stunned, that guy? who?

If he wasn't dreaming, they should have just entered this campus.

Zhang Xiong glanced at Qin Fan and said in confusion: "A boy who is not too tall and whose superpower seems to be a bridge arm said that you came in through the back door and that you are a young man."

"Then he asked you to make things difficult for me?"

Zhang Xiong shook his head: "No, I hate Young Master."

Qin Fan······

He finally understood. He was obviously a big fool. No wonder his mental power was so weak. If others provoked him a little, his true nature would be revealed.

Thinking of this, he turned to look at Fu Nanren. What was the superpower of this skinny monkey-like guy? He suddenly became curious: "Women? No, men? No, chubby? Forget it, I Let’s call you monkey, what is your superpower?”

Qin Fan went around in a circle and finally let his eyes return to his original position.

Fu Nanren glanced at Qin Fan resentfully and twitched the corner of his mouth. He turned around and pulled out his suitcase from under the bed, opened it, and found a six-inch photo frame on the top floor.

Fu Nanren didn't say anything, but slowly took out the photo frame and placed it in front of Qin Fan.

An Ji and Zhang Xiong came over equally curiously.

The photo shows a fat man who looks about 150+, tall...well, not too tall.

A few people glanced at Fu Nanren, who should be similar to him. As for his appearance, a few people glanced at Fu Nanren again, and this time they looked at him for a longer time.

After all, it is slightly more difficult to compare the faces of fat people and thin people.

"Don't compare, that's me."

The corner of Fu Nanren's mouth twitched. He really couldn't stand the weird looks from the three people anymore.

"Is it really you?"

This time it was Qin Fan's turn to be surprised. The size difference between the two was too big.

This suddenly reminded Qin Fan of the fat and thin Toutuo in a martial arts novel on earth. The two were given medicine by the leader for a mistake, and the fat man turned into a thin man, while the thin man turned into a fat man.

Thinking of this, he looked at Fu Nanren even more strangely. Could it be that Fu Nanren also swallowed some poison by mistake?

"This is the photo I took two days ago when I was preparing to accept the invitation from our college..."

Fu Nanren sighed.

I was fat a few days ago, and now I'm so thin a few days later?

If there is such a good thing, I am afraid that those women who are eager to lose weight will break their heads to get it.

"Then...what exactly is your superpower?"

Qin Fan didn't blink, his curiosity was completely aroused.