My life can't be a harem game!

It would be fine if this aspect had not been discussed. The real upper echelons of the Asians are also very open-minded about this aspect and generally speaking, they would not be too picky. However, once this is involved, it becomes a bit embarrassing. To put it bluntly, hundreds of years have passed and many things are uncertain. It is normal that many things of our predecessors have changed, but there is no need to deliberately change things that do not affect you...

"I am just saying this casually, please don't take it seriously. Keep going." The flirtatious cat girl who brought her little sister with her said to everyone who had their eyes turned to her, wiggling her little butt. "I am sorry for bringing such trouble with you. I will definitely hold a banquet when I get back and treat everyone here well."

She was being quite polite, but her light brown vertical pupils were scanning the surroundings sharply, invisibly exerting a kind of authority on the people around her. Without saying anything else, she told these guys to shut their mouths first.

It was at this time that the fearless inquiry sounded...

"Oh!? What kind of treat is that?"

The voice is a bit childish and straightforward. Although I don't see the person speaking, I can roughly imagine that the person speaking must be a reckless little girl who is not yet 18 years old...

"After you have had enough wine and meat, I will arrange for the best men in our tribe to serve you. They are 100% educated and can definitely give you the highest pleasure."

Catwoman licked her lips and said greedily, not caring who the person was. In her opinion, the person who asked so directly at this time was most likely a lustful woman who expected the word "hospitality"...

"Oh? Really? Then is he strong enough to scare the demon princess Saralu?"

"!?"

When Catwoman heard the words "ghost princess", the eager expression on her face faded away like the tide. She looked in the direction of the voice and saw a petite figure in a white linen robe. She could vaguely feel a little familiar... Could it be! ? Catwoman couldn't believe the possibility that appeared in her mind!

There were also ghosts who came to participate in the discussion. Several muscular female ghost warriors immediately showed anger on their faces. They picked up the big iron bars in their hands and shouted at the man in the linen robe, "Who the hell are you? How dare you make fun of the ghosts!?"

"Who am I?" Although her physique was not as big as those muscular ghosts, she did not show any fear when facing them. She smiled easily and raised a little finger, saying, "When did the ghosts become so gentle in the way they ask people? If you want to know my name, use the weapon in your hand to tell me that you have the right to know." There was a hint of expectation in her voice.

What the hell! ?

The anger of several ghosts was already rising, and this was directly provoked into a thunderous rage. Roaring and the sound of air tearing rang out at the same time. They almost waved the sticks in their hands at the same time, and the shrill sound of the explosion made their eardrums tremble.

A blow that can break steel, a blow that can shatter a head, a blow that can easily smash a car...

From all directions and angles, it is hard to guard against.

Angry ghosts are terrifying. They have no rationality at all and only know how to crush the enemy with all their strength. They never think about the consequences, let alone how to deal with the aftermath.

That guy will be crushed, right?

Body size is not the only statistic in a fight, but it is the most important indicator. It is a fact that it is difficult for a small person to defeat a large person...

Bang, bang, bang—!

However, after a series of muffled thuds, the one that flew backwards was the ghost who was trying to smash the opponent with a stick!

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ps; Let’s work hard tomorrow, everyone! [Struggling]

85. Bet it all, man!

Without any tricks or cheating, he simply grabbed the opponent's weapon with his hands, resisted the inertia of the weapon, and then hit it back hard...

It sounds like a simple move, but it is actually quite difficult to do. It is a miracle to be able to survive under the force that can smash a small car, not to mention catching it and fighting it back.

The weapon fell down as coldly as a speeding car that crushed a little white rabbit. There was no doubt that it could crush the petite girl into pieces in an instant...

He was beaten back, easily, simply, and perfectly. The huge difference in size became a complete joke.

"This is impossible."

The muscular ghost who was knocked over and flew away spat out blood and said to herself in disbelief. It might sound like she was bragging, but she was really knocked over in a one-on-one fight when she was giving it her all. This kind of terrifying power that reached a weird level was only seen in her memory...! ?

"You, you are..."

Her lips trembled involuntarily, and she whispered softly...

"Princess Demon Asasha!"

This can be considered a strange name, but it caused an uproar. The demi-human girls who had been standing nearby and were somewhat nonchalant were suddenly horrified and retreated towards the door with expressions more terrified than seeing a ghost. Just as they were about to break through the door, a huge iron hammer whizzed down from above and smashed hard in front of the door they were about to step out of. The stone broke, there was a huge noise and dust was stirred, and a male ghost wearing armor appeared from the smoke, holding a hideous ghost-head sword, and the two eyes under the ferocious mask stared at every demi-human who wanted to escape outside.

A well-informed female demihuman couldn't help but scream, "It's Kito Konoe."

"I heard their job is very big..." Another took over the topic.

"....." The rest of the people remained silent. Shi Hong was still thinking about those things at this time. He was worthy of being a cat-people who were famous for being in heat all year round.

He ripped off his gauze windbreaker, revealing the very exposed armor underneath. Large areas of light brown skin were exposed to the air, and his slender and beautiful horns were slightly bent upwards...

"Hehe, you are worthy of being our Ghost Clan. You can't tell by your size but by your strength." A smile appeared on her face. She walked straight to the Ghost Clan warrior who was knocked away and patted her cheek gently. "Next time, you must pay more attention to who you challenge, otherwise you will definitely die miserably."

"Yes, Princess..." She answered in a trembling voice, her answer was full of respect for her, and she was worthy of such respect.

Because she is a princess, the demon Asasha!

Although the social structure is similar to that of the Middle Ages, the title of princess is not given casually. The blood relationship with the king of the race only accounts for a small part. The other part depends entirely on combat power, and the ratio of combat power to charm...

As mentioned before, the sub-humans are a matriarchal clan, and the fighting ability of most men in this matriarchal clan is not as good as that of women, so many men among the sub-humans mostly consider the fighting ability of the other half when choosing.

That's why she's called a princess...

This is completely opposite to the normal order among demi-humans where 'women chase men'. The princess is chased by men and becomes the object of pursuit by thousands of people. With royal blood and powerful strength, she has a great chance of becoming a future overlord.

Among the demi-human race, all princesses are linked to the strength of their own race. For example, the ratio of princesses from the top fighting tribe to those from the second and third lines is exactly one to ten!

Among the top fighting tribes, the ghost tribe must be among the top. The name of the natural fighting race is not for nothing. There are even rumors that the first princess of the ghost tribe, Sharolu, is the most powerful among all the sub-human races...

"Yashasha, the second princess of the Oni Clan, is the biological sister of that person..."

If it were just this information, it wouldn't be a big deal, but everyone present had heard a piece of gossip - that Yashasha, the second princess of the ghost tribe, seemed to have some mental problems...

I don't mean to belittle or mock her. This sentence is truly realistic. After all, she once overturned the table at a sub-human gathering and went naked to kill mutant beasts developed by humans. There are rumors that she even used the crack underneath to open beer bottles... I don't know if it's true, but there is no smoke without fire. There is definitely something wrong with this princess's head.

"I think that human man you are talking about is very interesting!" He let go of the strong female ghost whose face was covered in blood. On her head was a double-horned whip pointing up into the sky that was quite inconsistent with the revealing clothes she was wearing. Her face with four lines was full of smiles. Her childish and innocent look made people feel suffocated. She exposed the purpose of her appearance with just one sentence.

Her excited words made all the demi-humans present feel a little embarrassed. After seeing this situation, everyone lost their desire to find a man and just wanted to get out of here as soon as possible and not care about this matter anymore. But...

"Didn't you say you were worried that this suggestion wouldn't pass? I'll ask my sister to help. She has a very good relationship with the other princesses and can get it done quickly. Just leave it to her."

Her smile was still innocent and childish, but the words she said really made all the demi-humans present unable to laugh. Some wanted to step back but were stopped. More people chose to stand still wisely and wait quietly for the outcome of this matter.

There was no other way out. This subhuman conference room was made entirely of obsidian, which was as hard as steel. It was absolutely impossible to break through. The entire room was like a prison with only one exit, and that one exit was guarded by thirty ghost-headed guards. Not to mention that it was impossible to get out, even if I got out, what would it matter? Could I still run away forever with the subhumans wanted on my back?

The possibility of being able to declare that she is innocent is infinitely close to zero. In the society of subhumans, the ladder of value gradually rises, and one of the people at the top is the seemingly silly-looking Yashasha in front of her. If she kills people of other races for no reason, at most there will be a protest. If there is a legitimate reason, she can be killed directly through legitimate means without even reporting it...

This is the privilege, this is the privilege that can only be seen in the sub-human area, everyone knows it, everyone can see it, unlike humans who hide their privileges, the rights that the royal family has are clearly and directly written out for everyone to see at a glance.

Although there was no extreme language in the discussion just now, the so-called tampering of the rules at the end was enough to sentence a considerable number of people to death.

Those with the most violent tempers wisely kept their mouths shut, not to mention the others, who all stood there quietly with their heads down, looking extremely terrified.

In such an atmosphere, almost no one dared to speak. Only one person expressed his gratitude to Yashasha with a normal expression, "Thank you for your help, Master Yashasha. Lan Xi will never forget this kindness."

The intimate tone made everyone react immediately...

This old guy is actually related to the second princess?

The second princess's visit today turned out to be related to him! ?

The moment they heard these words, all the demi-humans felt a little relieved. If it was just a simple demi-human resident, at least their family members who came seeking revenge could get an explanation. But if it was a princess-level person who killed them, even their relatives and friends who came would most likely be killed.

After all, in this large group of demihumans, everyone wants to be the leader of the group...

All kinds of privileges, all kinds of wealth, and countless men to choose from. There is definitely nothing better than this in the world, no, it is impossible!

It is because of all these reasons that the place to sit seems so tempting, and it is because of these countless benefits that everyone is flocking to it. Even all the research on imitating sub-humans in the human world is for this purpose, to rule the imitation version of sub-humans and rule the entire world...

However, facing Lan Xi's intimate greeting, Yashasha slightly frowned her delicate eyebrows and tilted her head, "Old man, I don't know you, why do you call me?"

There was dissatisfaction between the lines. In her opinion, this old guy probably didn't have the strength or qualifications to talk to her.

"Old man, I'm just a little outgoing. Don't blame me, don't blame me." He apologized without any hesitation. Lan Xi's tone was a bit like comforting a child, but surprisingly, the ghost man Yashasha didn't get angry because of this, and calmed down all of a sudden.

"Well, I forgive you."

After forgiving me so readily, she continued, "But if you are telling a lie or if you have accepted favors from humans, then I will tear you into pieces."

"I believe this day will never come." He said this with certainty, embracing his wings and bowing gracefully.

The Hobbits are natural masters of flying, so their wings are very effective in assisting air flow. The airflow generated by bowing is like a knife, making people feel painful on the face, but fortunately, Yashasha is not affected at all.

.....Strange conversation.

Everyone who could hear their conversation was stunned. If Lan Xi knew Ya Shasha, then it would be fine, but according to her, she didn't know this Lan Xi at all and was just trying to make connections...

"Are you trying to take advantage of us again? Last time you told us that you had already taken care of all the meals for the three relatives of the tournament managers, and you can always collect exclusive reports..."

"What's the result? He actually took us to see three dogs raised by other people. Although the manager is a dog, who the hell is he trying to trick!?"

"Even those so-called vacation news were secretly filmed. I almost died. I will definitely kill him if I get the chance!"

The situation was analyzed in just a few words. During the heated discussion, no one noticed that sweat was gradually oozing out of Lan Xi's forehead. A few brave ones were about to force Lan Xi to tell them the whole situation, but the world was spinning in front of their eyes and they were pressed to the ground. The ghost-head guards held ghost-head swords and looked ferociously at the rioters who were trying to riot.

Maybe it was because it was too noisy, or maybe it was because the conversation was really over. When Yasha was halfway through listening, she suddenly looked up, and a faint murderous look appeared in her light red eyes. It was obvious that she was not in a good mood.

"Just shut up and listen to me!"

As soon as the voice fell, those who were originally furious suddenly calmed down, and without waiting for the other party to say anything, they ran away with their tails between their legs... If they didn't run away at this time, were they waiting for others to react?

There was no more stopping those who were running away. This time, all the ghost guards let them go. They waited until the last old sub-human walked away tremblingly with the help of a cane before they started the next conversation...

Of course, those mentioned above are what one does not want to hear. Those who want to listen should just sit there motionless, watching everything that happens next. There is more curiosity in their eyes than fear, wondering what they are going to do.

"Then, to ensure that I have never lied in business, I will post the mission with that person on the killer website and bet two-thirds of my total assets as a guarantee, betting that 'Wuming' can survive the next ten days!"

When she said this, Lan Xi paused, a look of deep fatigue appeared on her face. She sighed and said loudly, "And this bet will be promoted through the first princess of the Ghost Clan. No matter who can defeat or kill him, he can get a favor from the Ghost Clan princess and get 10 million Asian coins at the same time. We need a way to identify the warriors. Fighting is the most direct way!"

Loud shouts and excited screams accompanied these words, but no one noticed Lan Xi's wrinkled old face. As a leader, he concealed many things, such as the fact that he would be doomed after failure and sentenced to death for racial treason, the Hobbit Newspaper would be massacred, and decades of hard work and memories would all be destroyed... Whenever he thought of this, his heart was always filled with uncertainty... Facing the sub-humans with the most average intelligence and powerlessness, could he really win?

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ps; Lolita is so tired, I almost fell down and passed out, it was so miserable...

86. No Way to Retreat

The waiting time is always long, which undoubtedly applies to everyone. Especially when you have no idea when you will get an answer, the time seems particularly long.

I don't know how to calculate it according to the algorithm of the sub-humans, but if we calculate it according to human time, it has been three days since the transmission from the sub-human living area and there has been no news...

"Waiting here is not an option."

He said this for the nth time. Sitting in this high-tech laboratory, Lu Fengxian was silent for a long time, his handsome face full of worry. As far as the current plan is concerned, the overall success rate is estimated to be less than 50%. If the assistance from the Asians fails, what should he do?

Of course, this doesn't mean that there are no methods at all. Bold people can always come up with various methods. As a very courageous person, Lu Fengxian never lacks methods. What he really lacks is not methods, but methods with a high success rate. If he were alone, he could give it a try, but the person standing behind him is his sister, his own sister, who is sick and about to die...

Lonely, helpless, and eager to live, he has his only family, the only treasure his parents have left him in this world.

I must do anything to qualify for the competition, and I must do everything to save my sister, to make her happy, and to make us who depend on each other in this world happy.

"Please give me a chance to work hard. I have never felt true happiness. The illusory fate has never given me the happiness of an ordinary person. But at least, please give me a chance to gain happiness."

Mumbling softly, after waiting for too long, Lu Fengxian has no one to rely on. He can only do this to relieve the depression in his heart. Even though he knows it has no effect, he still goes back to expect it. He is just like a fool...

"As expected, I should think about how to enhance my combat power. If this method doesn't work, I will definitely use the worst method."

He couldn't help but stretch out his fingers and bite them. Whenever the so-called method appeared in his mind in his spare time, Lu Fengxian would break out in a cold sweat.

If the first plan still had a 1% chance of successfully obtaining Wan Mingyu, then the plan that I was thinking of now was still a plan with a success rate of 0.1%. It was dangerous, nonsensical, and the chance of success was infinitely close to zero... If I carried out that plan, my mortality rate would be almost 100%...

Confusing and hesitant, dazed and uneasy, I am actually a very greedy person. No matter whether it is the happiness of my family or my own happiness, I want to hold them all tightly in my hands. I don't want to let any of them go, even though I know that I can't catch either of them.

Drop drop drop!

Just when Lu Fengxian was deep in thought, a burst of rapid noises rang out in the modern laboratory. Lu Fengxian raised his head in surprise and saw an old and pale face...

The moment he saw that face, Lu Fengxian's heart couldn't help but drop to the bottom. If he succeeded, his face shouldn't be like this. Could it be...

"Failed!?" Lu Fengxian said in a low voice, with a cold light flashing in his eyes. Even though he knew that failure was normal, he still felt quite disappointed. After all, this was his last resort. Charlotte had already told her very clearly that this old man named Lan Xi was the most influential person in the entire sub-human area who could work wholeheartedly for the Evil Dao Research Institute so far.

If even he can't do anything, then we can only find other ways...

Lu Fengxian understood the meaning behind these slightly helpless words. At that time, there was no doubt that Charlotte wanted to give up treating her sister!

No matter how difficult or impossible it is, I will never give up. My sister is the last relative I have in the world. Even if this plan doesn't work, I can continue to think about the next one. As long as my sister is not dead and her heart is still beating, I will do my best to fight for her happy life, for the happy life of two people...

The certainty in my heart was interrupted by a negative statement.

"Mr. Fengxian, the plan has not failed."

His voice was slightly tired, but it was a little different from what he had expected. From what he knew from the air, the plan had not failed... But his face was so pale...

Not daring to speculate casually, Lu Fengxian asked tentatively, "Could it be that the effect did not meet expectations?"