Apocalyptic Flood: Sexy Beauty Neighbor's Midnight Plea for Food-Chapter 136 - 95: Testing Strength, Torrential Passion_2

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Chapter 136: Chapter 95: Testing Strength, Torrential Passion_2

This is even better than the Glock 17!

It’s worth noting that his Glock 17 now has very few bullets left.

Originally, the Glock 17 had a full magazine of only 17 bullets, and he had used thirteen or fourteen of them in several encounters with mutants and mutated creatures.

Now, only three or four bullets remain.

He initially thought about trying his luck a few more times to get some equipment, but considering the uncertainty of the lottery, he eventually gave up.

As for spending 1,000 Points to draw a specified item, he was reluctant to do so.

Bullets are consumables, once used, they are gone, and the 1,000 Points would be wasted.

However, exchanging for Attribute Points would allow his strength to grow permanently.

Comparing the two options, he naturally preferred to spend Points to exchange for Attribute Points.

"Now it’s great, even without the Glock 17, I can use my Telekinesis to drive nails or blades, or even make a steel needle and achieve the same effect as a handgun."

Liang Yuan was extremely satisfied in his heart, as his Spiritual Power had increased several times and could finally be converted into Attack Power.

He looked at the torrential rain and suddenly had a whim, reaching out to press forward.

Immediately, under the activation of Telekinesis, the raindrops in mid-air stopped instantly.

Within a seven-meter radius of him, all the rain was blocked out.

The scene was as magical as those special effects he had seen on Douyin.

Liang Yuan’s mouth curled up, and he suddenly remembered Elder Lin in the building opposite.

"That old Daoist who pretends to be mysterious, could it be that he is also pretending to be a Taoist master using his Mutant Ability?"

"Most likely."

He immediately guessed that Elder Lin was definitely faking his Daoist Skills using his Mutant Ability.

He just didn’t know what the Golden Light Superpower of Elder Lin was for and whether it had strong Attack Power.

After all, that Golden Light seemed quite different from his own Spiritual Telekinesis.

Liang Yuan then tried to develop different uses of his Spiritual Telekinesis, striving to quickly adapt to his drastically increased strength.

In the blink of an eye, he had stayed on the rooftop for more than two hours.

Thanks to a Constitution Attribute of 4.8, his endurance was good. Even after being active for two hours, he only needed a break two or three times to recover his strength.

"Indeed, a well-balanced development of all attributes is the way to go."

Recalling how he had previously focused solely on increasing his Strength Attribute, back then, although his strength increased, he would be exhausted after throwing a dozen punches.

It was clear that Constitution determined endurance and also significantly influenced other attributes.

"Little brother?"

While honing his strength, Liang Yuan suddenly heard Yang Mei’s voice from the entrance to the rooftop.

He turned his head and saw Yang Mei standing at the stairway, wearing a plain white T-shirt and jeans on her lower half.

This outfit was for convenience at work, highlighting her curvaceous hips and straight legs, outlined appealingly by the jeans.

She called out, "Little brother, the fish downstairs are all taken care of, and it’s getting late, you should rest."

Liang Yuan laughed and, feeling happy today, waved over to Yang Mei, "Sister Mei, come over."

Yang Mei glanced at the pouring rain outside, hesitated, but obediently walked into the rain.

In an instant, the heavy rain soaked her body, and the once-loose T-shirt clung tightly to her.

The originally white T-shirt now appeared almost see-through, revealing the pink underwear underneath faintly.

Two impressive grapefruit shapes emerged in a vague silhouette.

"Little brother, the rain is too heavy, come back quickly, don’t catch a cold,"

Yang Mei shouted, raising her hands above her head to shield herself from the rain.

Liang Yuan laughed heartily, "Let me show you something interesting."

He walked to Yang Mei’s side and stretched his fingers towards the sky.

In an instant, it seemed as if a transparent screen appeared above their heads.

The rain hitting it made a clattering sound, but it was as if it was hitting a piece of glass and couldn’t fall on them.

Yang Mei’s eyes widened in amazement, exclaiming, "This... What is this?"

She reached out her hand, stood on tiptoe, and tried to touch the transparent area above Liang Yuan’s hand.

However, due to her height, even on tiptoe, she still couldn’t reach the distance above Liang Yuan’s hand.

Seeing this, she couldn’t help but jump a little to try and touch what was above Liang Yuan’s palm.

With the jump, she didn’t achieve much height, but the impressive "thunder" in front of her bounced high immediately.

Liang Yuan lowered his head, seeing this scene, couldn’t help his breath from quickening.

A rainy night, wet bodies, alone with a woman.

This couldn’t help but trigger words like ’downpour’ in his mind, making his heart race.

Yang Mei hadn’t noticed his abnormality yet and jumped again, trying to touch that transparent barrier-like thing.

Suddenly, she felt her waist tighten, and her whole body was lifted by Liang Yuan with one hand.

"Ah—"

Yang Mei exclaimed in surprise and, looking up, saw Liang Yuan’s intense gaze that seemed to want to devour her.

The mature woman was instantly dumbstruck, looking down at her wet T-shirt, understanding everything with embarrassment, and hurriedly said, "Little brother, not... not here."

Before she could finish her sentence, Liang Yuan carried her directly towards their room.

...

The next morning, Liang Yuan woke up refreshed, the wet T-shirt on the floor had been torn apart.

The tight blue jeans also had a rip in the middle.

It was clear that the previous night’s battle had been intense.

The woman on the bed was too exhausted to get up, looking at Liang Yuan, she couldn’t help saying, "I... I’ll make breakfast."

She tried to get up, but as soon as she moved her arms, she felt sore all over.