My life can't be a harem game!

"..."

"No need to turn around or be shy, I knew it from the beginning. Although I don't know how you got my information, I can be sure that you don't have any ill intentions and only have good intentions towards me..."

It doesn't look very smart, but this patellar band represents not being smart. When Lu Fengxian was brought out by Neil, he already knew that the other party knew some of his things or understood him. Otherwise, it would be impossible for him to get Neil's help just by being a human. If he were a famous great man, wouldn't he be able to get her into bed at will? If he was in bed, wouldn't he be able to taste Neil's body?

Compared to other children of the same age, she has a very advantageous body. When ordinary primary school students can only guarantee that they are B at most, she is already C. Her extremely slender waist and those things are not shabby. In the eyes of some people with a fetish called lolita, she is the best partner, even better than those beautiful foreigners...

After dressing herself up, her personality changed a lot, whether it was the first time we met or when she met me later. She changed from a well-known princess to a submissive little girl.

Because he is so popular, I have probably seen news about Neil in the gossip newspapers. Without exception, they all talk about how willful and selfish Neil is. Every time he goes to a human shooting location, he is always nitpicking, which makes the normal photography a little unpleasant. Although it pales in comparison to the more than 90% positive reviews and high sales of movies and TV shows, I still remember the content of that time.

"Why do you have to pretend? Even in my true state I am so weak and insignificant compared to you. Why do I have to deceive my own personality?"

Lu Fengxian asked, holding his chin. He really couldn't think of any reason for the other party to suppress her personality for him. It was really beyond his expectation that the top idol who couldn't be impressed by real money and wealth would change because of him. He didn't even dare to ask her why she was so nice to him... Maybe this is a bit one-sided, but from what he felt now, Neil was completely his ideal partner in terms of personality. It was as if he was deliberately changing himself to meet his ideas and needs.

"I didn't cheat, I just, just..."

Neil, who had just woken up, had messy hair, but she didn't even have time to tidy it up. In front of Lu Fengxian, she was like a helpless child. Even she herself found this feeling incredible, but the strange thing was that she didn't feel uncomfortable at all, just a little peaceful and calm, and a little scared.

Why on earth would you want to deceive him?

This is actually a very simple question, so simple that I am too lazy to explain it a second time...

“I hate multiple purchases.”

Such a simple and clear sentence was met with a puzzled look from Lu Fengxian. That's right, what on earth was this idol saying? Was it the language of another vassal state? He clearly understood the term "multiple-handed goods", but the problem was that he couldn't understand it at all when it was applied to himself?

It is really speechless. The other party has clearly told me the reason for the change, but I don’t understand what kind of life he is going through.

Lu Fengxian was helpless in the situation and could only pick up the scented tea in his hand and took a big sip. He watched TV in silence for a long time until Neil next to him looked like he was about to cry, and then he let out a sigh of relief.

"Anyway, this can't happen again. I hope you can relax a little when you're with me. At least, you're my benefactor..."

When he said this, Lu Fengxian couldn't help but sigh, and then he naturally put his hand on her head, stroking it gently, and inevitably felt a little guilty. Neil, this idol, has already spent so much energy to help him, and now the other party has nothing to ask for, but he blames her for something. It's really a bit too much...

Lu Fengxian, who was trying her best to comfort Neil, didn't know that the mist in her eyes completely disappeared when she put her hand on Neil's head and lowered her head, leaving only seriousness and enjoyment. If she could use her acting skills to make Lu Fengxian pamper her more, then she would be willing to devote her acting skills in this way... She was probably a fool before, with all her special skills left unused, and she just threw away the person she wanted.

What I could have gotten or owned exclusively became a multi-handed item. When he rode on me, he was a real man. In the small room, I turned myself into his property, starting with my body...

Just wait, this time, I will definitely get ahead of you!

..........

Ghost King City, Ghost King Hall - Meeting Hall

At this moment, a meeting representing the attention of the current authorities in the sub-human world was grandly held here. Although it was just a formality to put forward opinions or suggestions on this competition, all the representatives of the ten major races still sent at least one or two people to participate.

“It was a very satisfying match.”

A turtle-like sea creature sighed while stroking his white beard.

"Haha, if every session can make the contestants so nervous, I think the next session this tradition will disappear because there are too few contestants."

He has a pair of long fangs, his body is covered with knotted muscles, he has only one eye left, and the other is covered with a scar like a gap. As the ancestor of the elephant men, there are not many creatures that can make him pay such a tragic price.

"There are quite a lot of interesting guys in this class, but it's a bit strange why this kid Dio is among them. He is of the same generation as me, but he is participating in a competition that only juniors can participate in. He is really too ambitious." The handsome elf man frowned and said. Although he looks so young now, he is actually thousands of years old. He can be said to be a witness of the long river of history. Similarly, he and Dio were born in the same era, so naturally he has heard of his vicious reputation.

"I won't say anything to the ghosts this time. As long as the strongest male emerges, I don't care about age or anything else. We will strictly follow the oracle to give birth to the strongest hero. This is our mission." The female archangel Michael, with her arms folded, pure white wings behind her, and a large sword in both hands, said slowly. Her majestic golden eyes looked around, and the weaker races felt a little helpless. Although the angels, who called themselves the sub-gods, did not appear on the stage, their strength was visible to everyone. They could fly and had very powerful magic. Even the ghosts admitted that they were no match in a one-on-one situation...

The most powerful race, and also the race with the most fanatical beliefs. They still believe in the existence of God and strictly follow the so-called revelation. They are a fanatical race that few sub-humans are willing to provoke.

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238. Archangel's Transaction

Michael is a fanatic, a fanatic whose purpose is to be loyal to the oracle. From the first moment he appeared among the clouds, he had something called faith in his heart. He deeply loves and firmly believes that he can convey the voice of God to every corner of the world.

“God said, ‘Let there be light,’ and there was light in the world.”

This is what she often says, and what she firmly believes in, regarding the legend of God. Even after so many years, even in this age when technology can explain everything, she still firmly believes in this sentence.

"I hope to find the strongest male and through that the father of the brave, that's all."

Sitting in one of the VIP seats, Michael's golden pupils calmly scanned all the demi-humans present. No matter how strong or weak, old or young, they couldn't help but tremble and feel a little fear when they were looked at by her for the first time.

The feeling cannot be described in words. My whole body, including my internal organs, is seen clearly. It is indescribable that I have no privacy at all.

The feeling of oppression from the superior race...

All the sub-humans present came to this conclusion in their minds the moment they sensed it, and they gritted their teeth.

God is unfair. Even among species like ants, there are strong soldier ants and weak worker ants, not to mention the class differences among sub-human races.

There is a species gap called superiority and inferiority, and the so-called sub-humans' racial superiority and inferiority are also reflected in all aspects. Just like the cat-people among the sub-humans generally like to hunt sea people, there is a considerable amount of racial restraint in it.

No ratman would go against Medusa, and no goblin doesn't like rape!

This is like the nature of the race, firmly imprinted in the DNA of every sub-human, and it is still playing its role today. The strength of the angel race lies in the strength of the unconventional species and the loyalty to the faith. The loyalty to the faith can even directly act on the soul. Their souls are more tenacious, more sacred and inviolable...

"Mr. Michael, if possible, I still suggest that you do not use the Heaven's Eye. Everyone here is my guest, and I hope we can respect each other."

The dullness caused the air to become restless, which was clearly heard by Michael. A heavy figure slowly stood up from where he was sitting. The pair of horns pointing toward the sky were so scary and eerie, like an evil ghost. In fact, this was consistent with his identity as a ghost.

The ghost king of the ghost people, Paulie!

Hundreds of years ago, he successfully seized the strongest throne and became a transformed ghost. After some twists and turns, he successfully raised his status to the top of the ghost clan and has a huge reputation in this era.

"I'm so sorry, but there was something unpleasant about this meeting. I suspect there are demons involved so I need to review it. Please forgive me if I'm offended."

There was a flash of murderous intent in his eyes, and after frowning slightly, Michael sat back in his original position, holding a huge sword with both hands, and remained silent.

There is really nothing to say to the Ghost King of the Ghost Clan, because this guy completely destroyed the rules he had set thousands of years ago, and allowed humans back into the competition for the strongest male. Now he even regards his Heaven's Eye, which filters out the demons, as an act of impoliteness.

Annoying little guy...

Michael curled his lips and tapped his fingers on his chair rhythmically. For a race with no limits on life at all, no matter it was the Ghost King or the current Queen Medusa, they were all kings of races smaller than himself. It was understandable that he called them little guys. Perhaps the only reason he couldn't call them little guys was because the power on their bodies was too strong, so strong that it was equal to his own.

Compared with the angels, the so-called sub-humans and humans are much faster. Because their lives have limits, they need to constantly train themselves and pursue higher strength, speed and combat effectiveness. Even in a limited time, they can still unleash infinite possibilities.

Not necessarily able to beat...

This is Michael's evaluation of the fight between the Ghost King and himself. Angels are perfect, so they disdain to lie. The power of the Ghost King is basically obvious to all. If after seeing the power of the Ghost King, he still said that he could defeat him easily, he would undoubtedly be guilty of lying and would become a fallen angel.

"I hope everyone can support this competition organized by our ghost tribe. I, Ghost King Paulie, would like to thank you in advance."

While Michael was hesitating and distracted, the Ghost King also finished his speech. Just like his appearance, his speech was extremely simple and rough, but it was able to be understood by the low-level sub-humans present who did not have very high IQs. No one asked other questions after the meeting, and at the very least they knew what role they should play in the next game.

A ghost with a kingly aura, truly worthy of the title of Ghost King.

After a meeting, this is how almost all the representatives of the strong and weak sub-human tribes felt. If splitting power can get such a capable king, then most of them will choose to divide it equally, right?

If it goes as expected, it should be another fruitless trip. For Michael, most of the meetings held by the sub-humans usually end in failure. There is no way to persuade those guys who have no faith to become believers of God. However, this time it seems a bit unexpected...

I was invited, or to be more precise, I was invited by the Ghost King to have dinner together in the tower room at the top of the Ghost King's Palace.

It's really strange that the rough guys from the ghost tribe would suddenly come to their senses and invite the angels. You know, it's well known that the angels and the elves have a very good relationship and are good friends of each other. Why would they invite the angels?

With such doubts, after the meeting of all sub-human races in the conference hall ended, Michael came to the top of the so-called tallest tower. With four pairs of light wings on his back, he first saw a table of very luxurious dishes on the table. When he was about to land, he saw a human wearing a black tights and holding a black iron rod in his hand. However, he did not land, but spoke to the Ghost King who was sitting at the side of the dining table from a distance.

“Why are there humans?”

Michaela's golden eyes sparkled with anger. She couldn't remember when she had allowed a human to dine at the same table with her, especially when this human was wearing clothes that only perverts in the human world would wear. What was that strange bulge on the clothes? A tumor?

"Haha, it seems that Archangel Michael still has some resistance to humans."

His arms were as thick as a bucket, and one arm was as big as a person. At this moment, the Ghost King was holding a roasted pig in both hands and eating it with great relish. He was not surprised at all by Michael's arrival, and he shouted loudly while laughing.

"As a servant of God, I hate anyone who has strong seven deadly sins, especially humans. You have a strong evil thought, and I hate you." Michael frowned and said, his words and facial expressions did not hide the fact that he hated the other person at all. That's right, he felt that there was an extremely disgusting aura on this bastard!

Of course, the unpleasant aura was one thing, and the other was that I felt unhappy from the very first moment we met. He was obviously just a slightly stronger human, but he dared to call himself an archangel. It was simply a joke.

"What a coincidence, I hate you too." Is he loved just by sitting there? The archangel is not an easy person to deal with. He opened his eyes slightly, bursting out with fierce murderous intent, and said in a grim tone, "I think we should have a lot to do in this regard."

"The cries of this vile race are really unpleasant." Michael narrowed her eyes, naturally not afraid. As the archangel of the angel race, if she couldn't even tolerate this way of speaking that seemed to be teasing her, she might as well just go home and plant seeds.

It was truly a meal filled with the smell of gunpowder. No matter whether they were archangels or demi-human archangels, all of them were truly trained in the sea of fire and swords. Naturally, they would not anger the king of the demon tribe over a meal, as it would be a loss.

Michael had to endure this guy with a strong aura of sin, and the archangel also had to resist the urge to go to war with this imposter. The atmosphere between the two of them was almost frozen into ice. Originally, there were some ghosts on the top of the tower who were responsible for service, but the atmosphere between the archangel and Michael was like ice and there was no way to open it up. Their basic function was to just stand there and watch the wind blow.

The deadlock was broken by a hearty laugh. The Ghost King, who was watching the show nearby, clapped his hands twice, stood up and said with a smile, "Haha, don't be so stiff, there's no one else here anyway, you should relax a little."

"Your Majesty the Ghost King, can you tell me now why I came here?" Michael asked softly with his eyes narrowed.

"I don't know about that either. You have to ask my little brother. He asked me to ask you to come here."

The Ghost King seemed to think that the atmosphere was not awkward enough and said this directly. The moment he finished speaking, Michael had already unsheathed the large sword in his hand and chopped it fiercely on the archangel's...iron rod!

Sparks flew, loud explosions and Michael's angry rebukes sounded at the same time, and the moment Michael drew her sword, the archangel also blocked her attack with his own weapon. To ordinary humans, an attack that would kill them was as simple as a child's play in the archangel's perception. It was obvious that the other party had no intention of killing him, otherwise it would have been impossible to block the attack by completely concealing the murderous intent.

"Damn human, how dare you trick me into coming here and insult me!?"

"Who insulted you? I am the Archangel of Justice and I never do boring things..."

"How dare you insult the word Archangel? Pay with your life!"

There is no point in talking if there is no agreement. This is probably the situation now. At least in the eyes of the Ghost King, these quarrels are completely unnecessary. Michael will not take any risks to forcibly kill a seeded player in the strongest male competition. Not to mention how much contribution he can make to the sub-humans in the future, just from his strength, he can be regarded as a rare existence in the world. Michael has rarely seen a human being who can use his strength to knock an elephant man to the ground.

The battle didn't last long. Although both the Archangel and Michael were full of resentment in their hearts, they were no longer children and naturally had the ability to restrain themselves. Some things are over and done with.

"What do you want to say? Just tell me."

Michael expressed quite obvious malice towards the archangel, and stretched lazily in her chair. The full and round curve of her chest became more prominent. Almost all the ghosts around her were attracted by her action. This was the first time they saw the angels in their normal life state.

"I want to make a deal with you." Datian, who was wearing a smiley mask, said slowly. He took out a bottle of strange medicine from his arms and placed it in front of Michael. The pale white color made Michael's heart jump. He took a breath and looked a little embarrassed.

"Hey, where are you from?"

"Don't worry about where this comes from, just tell me if we can trade it." The Archangel didn't care.

"......"

Michael was a little surprised at first glance, but he quickly recovered and took a deep breath before continuing, "This alone is not enough."

In fact, he definitely has the qualifications, but Michael wants to see what this pervert in black tights can come up with...

"Then give me another piece of information." The archangel said with his head tilted. This was his last bargaining chip. If it didn't work, he would have to give up.

Is that all that's left?

Michael breathed a sigh of relief but also asked in disappointment, "What news?"

"Information about the Demon King having infiltrated the Ghost King Castle."

The archangel's short words instantly made the originally dim top of the tower suddenly bright as day. The four white wings behind Michael burst out with an unprecedented strong light, making her look like a little sun, but the little sun could not only feel warmth, but more of it was the anger from the depths of the soul.

239. Desperate Lü Fengxian is about to take the stage

What is the relationship between demons and angels?

Incompatible? Deadly enemies? Endless war?

The answer to all of these is no. These are too simple. The actual relationship between the demons and angels is ten thousand times more tense than imagined!

I wish the other side would all die immediately. If there is meat of the demon clan {angel clan}, I will definitely have a hot pot party for everyone to share...

A holy war was fought four thousand years ago. More than half of the angels were killed or injured in the sudden attack of the demons. In the end, they were able to defeat them only with the help of other sub-human races and humans.

About two thousand years ago, a demon king led the remnants of his gang to make a comeback and beat three archangels half-crippled. In the end, they were eliminated by the other five archangels.

More than a thousand years ago, a terrible poison was used to target the angels, causing a large number of illnesses and casualties among them. Even now, some patients are still struggling to survive, and every day they live a life worse than death.

The various evil deeds that the demons have committed against the angels have reached the point where they cannot be listed in great detail. Similarly, the hostility of the angels towards the demons is also extremely strong.

In the human world, they have invested heavily in building all kinds of churches and shelters, and every year they hire a large number of newspapers and some magazines and other news broadcasting organizations to spice up the articles that are passed down to the later era by humans, thoroughly establishing the demons as the typical villains. In the past, human heroes sealed the demons into the demon world with only one exit, which was heavily guarded, and all kinds of poisons and explosives were thrown in at regular intervals. They will not be satisfied until the demons are turned into jokes and their descendants are extinct!

It is really quite terrifying, no matter whether it is between demons and angels or between angels and demons. There is no auspicious way to resolve the blood feud between them. On the contrary, with the passage of time, it becomes heavier little by little, and finally becomes what it is now.

Because he heard that the Demon King might be in this venue, he couldn't control his own power, and the strong light caused it to make it seem like a small sun appeared right above the Demon King Tower. After the other party recovered his emotions, it quickly dimmed and turned into a calm lake...

"The demon king has come to the competition circle of the strongest competition?"

Michael's hands were directly on her seat, leaving five finger marks on the pure steel seat. The flame of hatred was burning all the time. Michael was a warmonger among the angels and also one of the oldest archangels. Naturally, he knew more about the demons and hated them more than other people.

There have been bounties issued, not in the human world, but in the subhuman world it is quite common. Anyone who can kill the Demon King is eligible to become a guest of the Angels and have the right to mate with all the opposite sex, including the Archangel. Whether it is simply sowing sperm or any other conditions, as long as the Angels can do it, as long as you can kill the Demon King, then all of this is yours...

She has remained a virgin until now. Even Michael, a young talent from the angel race, looks down on her, not to mention those from other races. Now her goal is to find a strong man who can kill the devil, or to kill the devil completely while she is still alive...

"What evidence do you have? You know, my Heaven's Eye has already checked all the contestants. You have no guarantee that what you said is true."

Michael held his chin with both hands and spoke softly, with a gleam of wisdom in his golden eyes.

As a superior for so many years, it is impossible for him to believe the other party's casual words immediately. What Michael needs now is proof, proof that the pervert in black tights is telling the truth. If it is based on his personal opinion, there is no doubt that he will directly reject him, but if what he said is true...