Grandfather has high blood pressure

"Ah, help! I'm going to burn to death..."
"Put out the fire, somebody, please..."
"Are you all just standing there watching the show? Where has everyone's sympathy gone?"
"My voice is hoarse from screaming, and you are still looking at me with expressions like that?"

Li Changluo had been set on fire by the old man. Instinctively, he screamed frantically, running around, rolling on the ground, and constantly searching for a source of water...
In his panic, he even stupidly poured an entire jar of wine from the tavern over his own body...
The monsters in the tavern were so shocked that they couldn't help but sigh that he was quite a man.

However, while the monsters in the tavern had initially scurried about in terror because Li Changluo caught fire, now...
Everyone had frozen in place, staring blankly at Li Changluo...
Watching the raging flames engulf his body...
As they watched, some monsters couldn't help but start applauding Li Changluo...
This little monster in front of them had been burned by the fire for so long, yet he was completely unharmed...
It was simply too damn fascinating.

Although the fire on Li Changluo's body was fierce, he didn't feel any sensation of being scorched at all. On the contrary, he could even feel a cool, refreshing sensation.
For a moment, he even somewhat enjoyed the feeling of being on fire...
If this weren't such a serious occasion...
Perhaps he would have even dedicated a rendition of the song "Excessive Fire" to the old man.
*It was you who gave me freedom, and it was excessive fire...*

"Look, everyone, this is the spirit of perseverance! He can laugh like a slaughtered pig while being burned by fire. Is this—is this still a human?"
"No, this is an unyielding, optimistic monster. You all need to learn from him..."
"No matter what kind of adversity you face, even when staring death in the face, you must confront difficulties optimistically and without fear."
The old man was earnestly sharing his insights on life with his four dark-skinned toothpaste-like minions.

However, the four toothpaste minions were looking with utter bewilderment at the old man hiding behind them...
Is this what you call facing death without fear?
Li Changluo, covered in blazing flames, walked step by step toward the old man and the others, looking just like a demon from the netherworld...
*I'm going to give you a branding mark of flame...*
*I'm going to unleash a flame storm on you...*
*I'm going to secure a penta-kill...*

Yet, as Li Changluo approached the old man step by step amidst the flames, the toothpaste monsters forcibly pushed to the front suddenly reacted as if they had been struck by lightning...
Trembling all over, they simultaneously collapsed to the ground, foaming toothpaste continuously from their mouths...
Their movements were so synchronized that even the posture in which they spat toothpaste was completely uniform.

Li Changluo was thoroughly impressed; he couldn't help but want to take a selfie and post it on social media...
Giving a cheer to these four toothpaste monsters whose acting skills were atrociously and maddeningly bad.
He almost couldn't help shouting out that classic, high-prestige line: *I haven't even made a move, yet you've all already fallen.*

"Damn it, you bunch of trash! The old man is definitely going to replace you, definitely going to replace you..."
However, while the old man was still fuming, he suddenly felt a heavy blow land on his head...
"What are you doing, little dark friend..."
"Just now, did you use this to do something bad?"

The old man stood with his hands behind his back, looking up with a benevolent smile at the burly dark-skinned lad standing behind him, and the baseball bat in his hand...
Just like a kind grandfather disciplining his naughty grandson...
*You mustn't hit Grandpa's head with a baseball bat, you know...*
*Grandpa is afraid of pain; Grandpa has high blood pressure...*
*Grandpa will kick the bucket, you know...*

"Mister, wouldn't you say this is strange?"
The dark lad hurriedly threw the bat to the ground, and then, like a dark-skinned child who had done something wrong, he flashed a mouthful of white teeth and smiled at the old man.
"What's strange?"
The old man touched his head, only to find his hand covered in fresh blood. He felt completely unwell.

"You accidentally bumped into the bat just now. I didn't even have time to pull you back, and your head just smashed itself to pieces..."
The dark lad actually shifted the blame onto a baseball bat; these dark-skinned folks were really turning bad...
However, just as the old man was about to discipline the dark lad, he suddenly sensed movement behind him. He secretly thought to himself that it was bad—Li Changluo behind him was going to ambush him...

Yet...
When he turned around to be on guard against Li Changluo, he discovered...
The delicate-looking young monster before him was standing right in front of him, dancing about and gesturing wildly with all sorts of movements...
Just like some formidable martial arts forms...
Just like he was about to unleash a world-shattering ultimate technique.

The old man was so frightened he was dumbfounded. It was all his own carelessness for underestimating the young monster in front of him, giving him this opportunity...
But...
Given his status...
Dodge? Dodging was out of the question. He would never dodge in this lifetime...
The old man faced Li Changluo's movements with a look of utter composure...

However...
After waiting for a long time, all he saw was this young man standing on one leg like a golden rooster, then striking a Tathagata's Palm pose, then waving his palms at him while making *shh-shh* sounds...
The old man's expression shifted from initial composure to astonishment, and finally to a look of profound concern as he gazed at the little monster covered in flames...

Could it be that he had burned the kid's brain?
Could it be that his fire had reached the point of driving people insane?
No, no, none of this was right. It must be that this little monster was deliberately using these absurd performances to confuse him; he must be brewing some kind of ultimate move!

He was so panicked...
The old man was panicked to the extreme.
The old man's gaze as he looked at Li Changluo...
Grew fearful once again.

Meanwhile, the movements in Li Changluo's hands were getting slower and slower. He was getting tired...
His heart was so tired, too...
Just a moment ago, he had been full of confidence, thinking he was about to acquire a cheat-like system...
Unburned by fire...
About to explode with power...
This was the exclusive privilege of a protagonist...
This was the rhythm of ascending to the heavens...
This was the rhythm of slapping faces and acting cool...

But in reality, it only took Li Changluo a few self-proclaimed cool moves to go from confidently posing to a complete mental breakdown...
He finally collapsed onto the ground in exhaustion, hanging his head dejectedly, feeling extremely displeased in his heart...
Along this journey, he had harvested so many magical treasures—that hallucination-inducing bead, the one-of-a-kind campfire skill, and Biluo the artifact spirit...
All these signs indicated that he was about to activate a cheat-like power...
Just like the resurgence of spiritual energy, he had originally thought he was about to awaken...
Yet, every time, it was just his own wishful thinking daydreaming...
He felt his heart was so tired...

"Good child, don't give up. Life is just like this. When you feel that you have failed..."
The old man walked up to Li Changluo with a friendly expression, wanting to yank him up, but realizing that Li Changluo was still covered in flames, he hesitated for a moment and withdrew his hand...
"Thank you, mister..."
Li Changluo suddenly felt very touched that his opponent could set aside airs to comfort him like this, even though his opponent still had a bloody head...

"When you feel that you have failed..." The old man looked benevolently at Li Changluo, slowly pulling something out from behind his back...
When Li Changluo saw the object in the old man's hand, he suddenly froze, feeling that his recent touch should have been fed to the dogs...
Because the old man was raising the very baseball bat the dark lad had dropped, and was swinging it straight down toward his head...