My life can't be a harem game!

Lu Fengxian had a slight headache, but he quickly gave up thinking about how to use the three wishes reasonably. He turned to look at Sophia and asked, "Do you think so too?"

"To be frank, only my brother would be so reserved as to choose to ask for just one wish. If it were me, three or even more would definitely be the best."

Without disguising her true desire, Sophia shrugged her shoulders and said helplessly. However, when she saw that the human who wanted to give her a wish was about to say something, she quickly waved her hand, with a little more shame on her face, "It's just that that was the result of my brother's hard work. Now he decides what should and shouldn't be given."

It was a simple excuse to shirk responsibility, and she was just short of telling Lu Fengxian directly that she had not participated in this matter and had nothing to do with it.

"In that case, have you decided what kind of promises you want from the ten major clans?"

"You are a smart human. You know better than anyone what we need most. Leave a vacant seat for the Minotaur tribe. My life, Gangbale, will be yours from now on."

"Oh, well, although I have no interest in your life, but...deal."

At the end of the conversation, Lu Fengxian simply stretched out his hand and shook hands with Gangbale's bandaged hand to express his pleasure in the conversation. Then, the moment he withdrew his hand, he found that Gangbale's originally lifeless eyes were suddenly filled with some indescribable emotions, and his life force was recovering rapidly, little by little.

As long as the Earth Bull steps on the ground, it will have endless physical strength, which can speed up the recovery of injuries and improve various attributes such as strength. Then a simple question arises, what if his feet are not on the ground?

Will the answer be like the sick cow that Gamba is in now?

Of course not. Gambale's current bad condition was not so much due to his physical injuries as it was due to his own guilt, towards his tribe, towards his sister, towards himself...

The great wish of restoring the Minotaur tribe was right in front of him, but he didn't grasp it. He was just a little bit away, just a little bit away from completing the most important thing for him as the Earth-Shaking Bull. But he failed, and there was no reason and no sign for his failure!

People with a dead heart cannot be saved, let alone a minotaur like Gangbale who inherited the most perfect profession among his race. The disease in his heart prevents him from recovering. The disease in his heart prevents him from recovering. That kind of pain cannot be felt by words.

He was helping himself. This time he gave his life to Lu Fengxian. Although it was just a verbal promise, whether it would be fulfilled in the future was a very intriguing thing. But it cured Gangbalie's worries. Although he did not completely accomplish what he wanted in his heart, at least the most important part was completed. His trip was not in vain!

"To be honest, I really have no interest in your life..."

Walking out of the ward, he could feel the increasingly strong heartbeat and the surge of power. His face, which was wrapped in layers of bandages, was in a state of confusion. From the beginning to the end, he only thought that such an abnormal oath was just a formality, an excuse for the other party to reasonably accept his full strength. As for whether he really wanted to live or not? What a joke, this is a peaceful, civilized and harmonious modern world!

Now he had no idea how much he would benefit from this incident in the future, and he had no idea that the revival of a great race was due to his unintentional action...

.............

A brief negotiation ended like this. It was quite brief and simple, but one of the three promises that Lu Fengxian had risked his life to obtain was taken. One of the remaining two also needed to be used in a certain way. Otherwise, the true face he revealed in this game would be enough to make him uneasy for several lifetimes.

However, the restlessness that lasts for several lifetimes is a matter for the future. Right now, I am really restless enough...

"Excuse me, Mr. Wuming, what kind of wish are you going to make?"

"What do you think about the fact that your next idea will likely change the world?"

"Will your commitment be inclined towards District 13 where you are now?"

…and so on!

What drove Lu Fengxian crazy was not the questions from one or two people, but the questions that groups of people kept asking. No one told him that after the duel, he would encounter not only questioning from sub-humans, but more from humans!

Having just stepped off a plane bound for Ghost King City, these dedicated people didn't even have a sip of water before coming directly to this ghost place to ask themselves a bunch of ghost questions... At this time, I really hope that those guys with different skin colors can use the language of their own country, so that it would be less troublesome if they can't understand a lot of chatter at all, instead of pretending to understand like they are doing now when they clearly don't understand.

In fact, he was destined to face this disaster as soon as the previous game ended, but because he was seriously injured and in a coma, it has been delayed until now. It is said that many demi-human doctors have determined that he has no chance of surviving and this has affected their interest.

Although it is said that the dead are always more valuable than the living, it still depends on the situation. It would sound very unpleasant if a human champion suddenly turned out to be a dead person in a competition that hasn't been held for thousands of years!

So they chose to wait and see, and chose to put a lot of guards at the door to monitor whether this human was still alive. If he was dead, they would give up without hesitation, and if he was alive, they would come to interview him immediately.

The effect of the guards was quite obvious. They came to this place as soon as possible to interview the human who won the championship and compete with each other to see who could get the most comprehensive report.

However, the embarrassing thing is...

"So, it's not just humans who asked me to tell the three promises what to ask for? Even your ghost clan..." Lu Fengxian asked softly, crossing his legs and leaning back on a chair, raising his eyebrows.

"Yes, after all, it is a rare event. The ten major clans are also considering that it would be very embarrassing if you make some requests that are difficult to fulfill at that time, so they need you to list them now." The person sent by the ghost said very politely.

"As expected... But since it is the request of the ghost tribe."

Lu Fengxian smiled and pulled a piece of paper over. "Then I'll tell you what my three promises are."

"You are such a sensible human being." The ghost praised sincerely, although he didn't know whether this sentence could be considered a compliment.

271. The Intruder Medical Saint

"One help from the miraculous doctor Wang Mingyu is worth two promises plus a wish to conceal my identity and ensure that my identity information is not revealed..."

He was in a state of complete prostration. The ghost who had come to Lu Fengxian to discuss terms humbly lay on the stone slab, facing the ten great clans with the back of his head. They were so powerful and so gorgeous. The kings of the ten great clans, including the Ghost King, were listening to his report right above him. In fact, this was the correct thing to do, looking down at himself who was kneeling on the ground.

Everyone will come to discuss this. The wish of the strongest male is not just the responsibility of one race, but the responsibility of all ten races!

Everything will be brought here in advance and all will be said and then everyone will make a collective decision...

“It’s not an excessive promise.”

"It's much easier than the previous practice of requiring several cities as rewards."

"I also remember that for this wish we directly destroyed two human countries at the time."

As the kings talked, they exposed some past scandals. However, since there were no outsiders around at the moment, no one paid too much attention to it and just smiled and ignored it.

"But is it really okay for us to do this?"

Suddenly, the king of the Hobbit tribe suddenly opened his eyes. He had no interest in the previous chat and suddenly asked a relatively sharp question, "You know, thousands of years ago, our ancestors made a promise to Wang Mingyu that they would give him a quiet place as long as we were not extinct..."

This is actually a rather harsh question. Although it is true that Wang Mingyu was the savior of the subhuman race several times, that was thousands of years ago. There are not many creatures who can still remember it now. Not to mention that everyone is unhappy because they have been left in that quiet place for too long.

It is human nature that you would not be unhappy if something is placed there for one or two years, but the meaning of Wang Mingyu, a guy who has been the savior of the Asian people several times, being placed there for thousands of years is completely different. In these thousands of years, the Asian people have not had a smooth sailing. There are too many things in the Asian area that exceed human scientific cognition.

The sealed land of the demon world is full of hideous and crazy creatures, and there are a lot of humans eyeing this place.

There is no shortage of capable humans in the world, and any human with a bit of foresight will set their sights on the peaceful land that has been almost completely wiped out by the demi-humans when they develop to a certain point. Too many resources and wealth can be found in this place...

Over thousands of years, some races have gradually prospered, while others have fallen. Coupled with the spying of the demons, it can be said that there have been no less than three crises of rise and fall of the sub-human races. It can be said that each time they managed to survive by risking their lives.

If there was a human being, if there was a human being who claimed that he could save people soon after death, to help, those originally difficult battles would become quite simple.

For a stupid promise, they were forced to hide in a comfortable place for thousands of years. Because of that promise, that human being could hide nearby and watch the show even when the sub-humans suffered heavy casualties!

"It's true that this strongest male competition started because of him is good for us sub-humans, but if this competition involves the founder... I think it's a very normal thing."

Still sitting high up, the ghost man tapped his fingers on the seat while speaking softly to the other nine races present. At this moment, he had completely suppressed his aura and was talking to the other nine races in a negotiating tone.

"I think there's nothing wrong with it. It's a very normal thing." Medusa's princess Katyusha blinked twice and was the first to raise her hand in agreement, sticking out her red tongue and shaking it quickly twice.

The Medusa clan and the Demon clan have always been the best of friends. It is normal for the Medusa clan to raise their hands in agreement after the Demon clan spoke... Just when everyone thought so!

"I think this request is normal and logical."

Gabriel from the angel tribe raised her hand and spoke loudly with flushed cheeks. Although she looked like a child and was wearing a golden armor that could be said to be obscene, none of the demi-humans present looked down on her. Without exception, they all showed a look of surprise. You know, the angels and elves were the most incompatible with the ghost tribe Medusa in the past. They would always oppose everything no matter if it was right or not. In short, they would make trouble for the other party first. If they really agreed, it would be a matter for later. How could it be like now that the ghost tribe and Medusa would agree with her?

"It's been so long that we elves are almost forgetting about this person. So it won't hurt to come out and meet him."

Something even more surprising happened. Right after the demon Medusa and the angel, the ones who raised their hands were actually the elves!

Arrogant, conceited, and noble, those noble nobles of the forest actually...

“This is really fun.”

A middle-aged man with a bald head, a chin covered with a beard like steel whiskers, and muscular arms murmured with a smile. His slight smile revealed ferocious triangular teeth with sharp cold light flashing on them.

The patriarch of the werewolf tribe...Mutu, an ambitious and powerful man in the werewolf tribe for hundreds of years, and the current helmsman of the werewolf group.

In fact, there is no need to continue. The four races of ghosts, medusa, angels, and elves represent 50% of the power of the ten major races. If these four races really reach a consensus, then the opinions of the other major races can be listened to or not. After all, the other six races are not like them, and they are not united as one. There are competitors, and there are also differences between races...

"Since you are so enthusiastic, I will also vote in favor."

He raised half of his wings, his expression still lazy, but the hobbits who had questioned this promise from the beginning looked at Ella and cast their votes in approval at this moment, symbolizing that more than half of the ten major tribes agreed to this promise.

"Then I agree."

"agree."

"No comment."

......There was an endless stream of voices like this. Actually, there was no need to listen any further. The discussion had actually come to an end when the Hobbits stood on the other side. Even if the rest of them united together, they could not be compared with the top five of the ten major tribes.

Unless you don't want to die.

Just when these words appeared in everyone's mind, a different voice appeared...

"I have other ideas."

A thin and dirty green arm was suddenly raised high, and a goblin with a golden crown on his head spoke in a hoarse voice, which immediately attracted the attention of other demi-humans. The thin and green body, the luxurious crown, the tattered clothes... everything was so abrupt and inappropriate, just like a beggar forcibly wearing a crown.

A goblin, or to be more precise, a goblin leader. In the eyes of the kings of the other nine tribes, he is not the strongest but the smartest.

There are too many goblin tribes, too many goblins, too many so-called goblin kings, so there is no way to choose the true leader of the ten tribes, so the other nine tribes can only choose...

"You know what? I thought you were a smart goblin, but now it seems..."

Without hiding her disappointment, the princess of the elf clan gently pulled a lollipop out of her mouth and said bluntly, "It seems that you are not that smart."

"Great Princess of the Forest, please believe that I, a humble person, have never disobeyed any of you. Compared to you, I am like a tiny firefly, fragile and humble."

While saying these self-deprecating words, he knelt on the ground in a rather humble manner, forcing the originally equal position to become one where he crawled and obeyed unilaterally. "All I did was just to convey the wishes of a great man."

"Great man? Please be careful with your words, Goblin. No matter how humble you are, you are still the representative of the ten clans. This sentence can even represent the face of the ten clans!" Others are soft-hearted, but the Ghost King is hard-hearted. For a tough guy like him who is made of steel, the thing he despises the most is a spineless person like the goblin in front of him.

"My Lord Ghost King, I am just a humble and skinny goblin. Your anger towards me is of no use at all, so let that Lord come and talk to you next..." After saying that, the goblin completely touched the ground with his forehead and no longer uttered any words.

Hearing this, the Ghost King frowned, and just as he was about to hammer the green life form to death, the door of the hall was kicked open with a bang. With a muffled sound and dust flying, four giants in green robes strode in from the main entrance. Each of them had a solid wood on their shoulders, carrying a huge sedan chair...

None of the ten major clans would like such impolite behavior. Some people frowned and said nothing to the uninvited guest who suddenly broke in from the gate, some people's muscles burst into a state of preparation for battle, and some people squinted their eyes and were still in a state of half-sleep and half-wakefulness...

Only the Ghost King Baoli stood up from his seat the moment he saw the sedan chair. He recognized at the first glance what kind of person would ride in this sedan chair and who was sitting in it.

"I don't know why I failed to welcome the Medical Saint Wang Mingyu. How disrespectful!"

"Instead of saying I'm here to welcome you, why not inform me when you talk about me, little brother Ghost King..."

The Medical Saint Wang Mingyu, may not appear very often now, but in the Age of Bravery thousands of years ago, this name was equivalent to a savior, or a disease killer!

It was a tall sedan chair, with layers of thin silk covering its entire body from top to bottom. The only thing that could be heard was his voice...

However, just hearing the voice made him feel quite unhappy. He had been on the throne of the Ghost King for hundreds of years... No, not only had he been on the throne of the Ghost King, but even before that he had never been called a little brother. How could such a majestic and powerful, terrifying ghost!

"Wow, you look really angry, but..."

Faced with the Ghost King's rage, the man covered in gauze simply clapped his hands lightly. The Ghost King, who was originally ready to tear the four giants and the passengers inside into pieces, suddenly stopped and half-lying on the ground as if he could not bear the burden.

"How is this going?"

Ghost King Paulie frowned and wanted to get up, but the dizziness in his head did not allow him to do so. It was as if he had drunk a truckload of alcohol. He actually had the urge to lie down and sleep.

poison.....

The next second he understood the true nature of the abnormal feeling coming from his brain. Although he didn't want to admit it, the guy in front of him was once the most famous doctor. If he knew how to use drugs to treat people, he naturally knew how to use drugs to kill people...

"By the way, did the champion of the strongest male competition ask me to cure any disease?"

After discovering that his trick that could have completely knocked out the opponent only made him dizzy, Wang Mingyu remained calm and turned around to ask the ghost who was responsible for reporting.

"Crystallization disease, it's crystallization disease..."

I don't know if it was because he was poisoned or for some other reason, but the ghost messenger, who usually behaved quite smart, couldn't control his tongue and directly spoke out the truth. Fortunately, because of the poison, the ghost Paulie didn't look at him...

"Crystallization disease? This is an old disease that I haven't talked about for a long time, but..."

Inside the sedan covered with a thin gauze, the figure rummaged around a bit, and the next second a colorful round stone shot directly at the Ghost King's face and was caught by him. Even if he was poisoned, he was still the Ghost King, and this small stone could not hurt him!

"This is medicine for treating crystallization disease. Just put it directly on the affected area. Now let's go." He waved his hand, signaling the four giants to turn around.

"Does Medical Saint Wang have time not only tomorrow?" The Ghost King said with a ferocious face. He had to bite his tongue to ensure that he could speak clearly.

"what's up?"

"I want you, the Medical Saint, to come and see the award ceremony in person."

"I would have come to see it even if you didn't tell me. After all, I always feel that there will be a lot of interesting things happening."

With these words, he walked out of the door without stopping. Outside the door were the ghost guards sleeping soundly in all directions. Without exception, all of them fell into his trap.

272. Three unexpected wishes!

"The representatives of the ten major clans and the Medical Saint Wang Mingyu have agreed to your wish. We will choose an auspicious day and it will all be fulfilled. Be thankful, human."

Although Lu Fengxian was very satisfied with the overall result, the last sentence really made people smile bitterly. It seemed that in the eyes of sub-humans, the image of humans has long been quite unbearable. Otherwise, when facing the strongest male himself, he would not have emphasized his own race at the end.

Now, this was the second time the ghost messenger and Lu Fengxian had met. Although the interior environment of the hotel was a little simple, after getting the answer he wanted, Lu Fengxian did not hide his happiness too much, and his words were full of joy.

"You must remember the favors bestowed upon you by the kings of the ten great clans."