Knight Asylum

Because what Galaji wanted was not to get the qualification to challenge the king, but to enjoy the pleasure of killing.

In short, this was a bastard whom she, as a member of the same tribe, could not stand. If possible, she really wanted to kill Galaki directly on the grounds of violating the killing game.

But as a member of the La Group, she cannot break the rules she set for herself.

"Deduct your points from the last killing game."

After saying that, Baluba raised her hand and controlled the vine to open the window of the sky garden and threw Galaki out.

There is only one outcome for a creature without the ability to fly that falls from this height, and that is to be turned into meat paste. But unfortunately, as a Gurongi, and a member of the ancient Gu, Galagi cannot be killed by this level of fall.

Why not just find an opportunity... send this guy to Red and let him kill him.

Baluba made an unhappy sound, swung her sleeves and turned away.

However, after Reed appeared, Galaji was a minority among the ancient Ge who still did such things. Most of the ancient Ge and the former Mei were eagerly waiting for the day when the Million Game would end, so she had a rare rest period.

She can just spend her time with Baluba.

"Jingle Bell--"

The crisp sound of a text message alert interrupted Baluba's thoughts. She took out her cell phone and looked at the content of the text message. The content of the text message made Baluba's frown relax a lot.

After replying "I'll be there right away", Baluba changed into her casual clothes among the rose petals. Although she often appeared in front of Red in fancy dress, she actually didn't like the feeling of attracting attention.

"Are you going out to meet your friends?" Dorudo raised his eyes while holding a storybook.

"It's been ten years, and you still have no friends?" Baluba asked back.

"..."

"How do you make friends?" Dorudo pulled the scarf online.

“The Internet is a good civilization.”

Baluba raised her hand and waved, opened the hatch, and jumped forward, as lightly as if she was jumping down the stairs.

Dorudo sighed, slowly put down the storybook, turned around the bar, took out a high-configuration computer, and skillfully put on the headset.

After landing on the ground, Baluba folded her umbrella and went to a milk tea shop, where the person who had made an appointment with her was already there.

"Oh, Baruba, I thought it would take a while for you to arrive," Maye turned and smiled gently at Baruba.

That’s right, the one who asked her out was Maya, the queen of the Yagi tribe.

Although I have said it many times, Baluba still wants to express it again. The Internet is really civilized. It can allow two people who are like parallel lines to intersect.

Normally, as a member of the La Group, she would never get to know Maye, nor would she know Maye's troubles, and she would not be surprised to find that she and Maye could become good friends who could share each other's troubles.

"Your King doesn't interfere with your travel anymore?" Baluba pulled out a chair and sat sideways opposite Baluba.

"I don't know where the King went today. He was nowhere to be seen," Maye paused and complained, "He probably went to exterminate someone again. He doesn't know how to do anything else. Even though his territory is in such a mess and his people are in a panic, he didn't come out to say anything."

"Ha - at least it's better than the King of Gurongi," Baluba let out a long breath, "He's like a ghost who can't be seen all day, and is terrifying when he appears."

Only in front of Maya, who has the same troubles as her, can Baruba express her inner distress like this.

"Most of the Gurongi don't obey discipline, and today I just taught a lesson to a bastard who was secretly doing something."

"But that Daguba is not your husband," Maya leaned over the table, pinching the straw to stir the pudding in the cup.

Baluba imagined the scene and felt sick.

Sometimes she sincerely felt that Daguba could only be described by that thing.

Between becoming that thing's wife and self-destructing, Baluba would simply choose self-destructing.

"Ah... Come to think of it, Baruba, have you ever thought about finding a husband? Isn't there anyone you like among the Gurongi?" Maye asked curiously, "I remember that you wanted to continue the bloodline of the Gurongi clan."

"I look down on those who are too weak, and those who are too strong are all crazy."

Baluba's extremely simple and crude reason left Maya speechless for a moment.

Resting his head on his arm, Maye stared at Baluba who was drinking milk tea for a while and suddenly spoke.

"What do you think of this child, Rhett? Have you ever imagined him as your husband?"

"Gululu——"

The milk tea cup was instantly blown up by the gushing bubbles, and the flying black pearls blasted out like shotgun shells.

Chapter 541 That's right! Only you can do this!

"You, you, what are you talking about, Zhenzhenye, Rui, Rui, how can Red become my husband."

Baluba's pretty face flushed red, and her right hand was shaking as if it had an engine.

Even an elementary school student could see that Baluba was shaken to the extreme at this moment, but Baluba didn't think so. She pretended to be calm and reached out to pick up the kettle of lemon tea and pour it into her cup.

But because he was too shaken, he poured half of the lemon tea on himself before he could reluctantly pour a little lemon tea into the cup.

"Really? Is it really impossible?"

Maya's eyes sparkled as she stood up and walked behind Baluba.

"Yes, indeed, Red is an excellent person. Whether it is his personality, appearance, or ability, he is a perfect candidate. But I have never looked at him with such eyes, and I have definitely never had such thoughts."

"Never, never--never!"

After taking a deep gulp of lemon tea, Baluba raised her fist and slammed it on the table, breathing heavily and staring straight ahead.

"Absolutely not..."

"Eh? Why—?" Maye raised her hands, pressed down on Baluba's shoulders, and began to shake her back and forth vigorously.

"Because Xiaoxing likes him," Baluba clenched her fists tightly, her tone was extremely firm as if she wanted to strangle her own feelings.

"Uh... Xiao Xing likes him. Is there any conflict with you liking him?" Maye tilted her head.

"Eh?"

Maye's matter-of-fact question made Baluba unable to react for a moment, and a crack appeared in her firm faith.

"because……"

"Do you Gurongji have a monogamous rule?"

"Uh - no," Baluba suddenly felt a little guilty, "The strong prey on the weak, and being strong is the only rule."

"So...is there any conflict?"

"Goo-"

Baluba was speechless.

"Let's talk about King. Have you ever thought about having a good talk with him?"

Baluba, escaped.

This topic was too exciting for her, and of course the worst thing was that she was really persuaded by Maya.

"That's impossible..."

Knowing that Baruba was almost reaching her limit, Maye did not further stimulate Baruba. Instead, she sat back, holding her chin and sighed helplessly.

"He has never shown me anything other than a king. It's as if he married me just to fulfill his duty as a king. I tried to tell him what I like, and do you know how he responded?"

Maye sat up straight and put on a cold look, "Don't forget your identity, you are the king's wife."

Maya's shoulders slumped and he lifted his chin.

"In his eyes, I am probably just a vassal of the king."

"This is really..."

Baluba was a little embarrassed. Although she had known for a long time that the relationship between Maya and King was bad, she didn't expect it to be so bad.

Just then, Maye's cell phone on the table rang. Seeing the caller's name displayed on the screen, Maye frowned, shook his head apologetically at Baluba, and answered the call. The person on the other end of the phone just said a few words before Maye's face changed drastically and he stood up suddenly.

"Baruba, I'm sorry, something happened in the territory."

"It's okay, there's still time later," Baluba nodded with a smile.

"Thanks--"

Maye grabbed her cell phone and ran out in a hurry.

Looking at Maye's departing back, Baluba let out a long breath, supported her chin with her left hand, raised her right hand, and gently scratched the glass with her nails, making an extremely sharp friction sound.

"My patience is limited."

"Sorry, sorry, I have no ill intentions, I just don't want to disturb you two," Zhan Ji Lingma turned out with a smile, spread his hands, and fine beads of cold sweat broke out on his forehead.

Baluba just sat there, not even looking in his direction, but he felt an indescribable pressure, and even breathing became difficult.

The reason why the referee is a referee is because he has the ability to beat all the contestants.

Zhan Ji Lingma regretted why he did not listen to Wu Dao Guihu's advice, but chose to personally confront the terrifying existence that could kill him with just a raise of its hand.

But such regret only lasted for a moment.

His intuition told him that it was because he came in person that he gained Baluba's patience.

"Three sentences," Baluba held up three fingers, "You've already used one."

"Eh?"

"One more thing."

Zhan Jiling's eyes jumped violently. The difficulty of communicating with Baluba was much higher than he expected, but he had come this far, how could he just give up like that!

"Although you may not believe it, the person who may become Red's destined other half is running from different futures to the present time, leading the possibility to the one who succeeds."

Baluba's eyes widened.

World Tree Foundation.

The corners of Guihu Wudao's eyes twitched wildly.

As an adult who has experienced social torture, he has long been able to hide all his emotions deep in his heart, and can handle anything calmly no matter what shitty things he encounters.

But a Gurongi walked into the World Tree Consortium to look at the XP calculation formula of Red collected by Sengoku Lingma...

Damn it, I can’t hold it in anymore, I have to complain, I really have to complain.

"How do you feel?" Zhan Ji Lingma picked up the coffee and took a sip.

"I roughly understand the situation."

Baluba frowned.

Helheim, the fruit of gold, the phantom of the daughter of origin from the future.

The situation was much more troublesome than she had expected.

She had also heard of the one from Helheim. Even Gaduru might not be his match. However, he, including the aliens, rarely appeared in [S·L]. He was almost like an urban legend.

Now, not only the aliens, but even that person has begun to take action, and Red seems to have become their target.

If it was anyone else, she wouldn't worry at all, but her opponent happened to be the king of the aliens.

Even though Red had allowed the Ultimate Power to take on his own color, she didn't dare bet that Red could defeat the King of the Aliens.

Red is too young, and has gained power in too short a time.

"What would happen if Red got the golden fruit?" Baluba looked deep.

"I think you should ask what would happen if Red didn't get the golden fruit?"

Zhan Ji Lingma turned his chair to face the blackboard full of formulas and exhaled lightly.

"Whatever that was, it was built on Red's death."

Baluba's pupils shrank sharply.

"You should know Red's character better than me. Red will fight to the last moment. The Golden Fruit is the symbol of the victor. If he is not the owner of the Golden Fruit, then he must have fought to his death for the future of mankind."

"This future is the only one that is absolutely not possible," Baluba took a deep breath and looked at Zhan Ji Ling Ma with a cold face, "What are your plans?"

"Of course!"

Zhan Ji Lingma suddenly stood up, shook his hair, raised his hand, made an extremely showy gesture, and pointed at Baluba.

"Let Red fall in love with you! This is the only way to save Red!"

Baluba was struck by lightning, while Guihu Wudao, who was standing aside, had his eyes twitching wildly.

Wudao Guihu was sure that Sengoku Lingma would say this to everyone who had the potential to become the Daughter of Origin.