Blessed by abundance, be a Terran curse

Then the camel cart turned slightly backward at an intersection and headed straight for Master Huang's territory.

A few days later, Huang Cao was pulled into a room by his beloved little vampire.

"Sister Lamaren and I have been fighting on the front lines for so long. As your husband, you must reward us well. So we decided to try something different."

"There are two compartments in the new room. Guess which one we are in by feeling."

"Keep your eyes closed! And don't cheat!"

How could Huang Cao, who loves his wife, refuse the request of his little cutie? Cheating is so unromantic.

So he honestly shut down some of his senses, leaving only the most basic ability to deal with danger.

Then he was taken to a new room by Warfarin, and the blindfolded Theresa had been waiting in this room for a long time.

There are two compartments in the room, with two boards, one belonging to Lamaren and the other belonging to Theresa.

Huafalin smacked her lips inwardly. "Tsk~ This banshee is actually thinking about cheating at this time, and she's quite fast. Does this count as duo-queuing with her bestie? Forget it, I won't argue with this woman."

Before officially starting, it would be nice to let this banshee consume a wave of Acao first.

Well, this land has plenty of water and moist soil, and it is very eager to sow seeds. This must be Lamaren's.

After easily defeating Ramalen like playing a game, Huang Cao, with his eyes blindfolded, turned the gun around and came to another wooden board.

Considering the physical condition of the "other" person, he launched the stabbing skill with only half the power without any hesitation.

But even if it's only half, the skill's attack range has already reached the city gate.

And after using the physical skills, Huang Cao felt something was wrong.

Although Warfarin's physical fitness is not as good as Ramalen's, the game's operating methods are not so... weird.

188

Chapter 188 Kal'tsit: Wuuuuuu... Please be gentler to His Highness!

For a moment, Theresa, whose defense was instantly broken, finally understood why the banshee couldn't hold on.

In the game, with such a fierce attack and powerful siege equipment, you can reach the door of the palace in one go. No one can withstand it.

But why doesn't the Speaker continue to act?

Theresa was puzzled. If she didn't take action, she wouldn't get a penny back after losing something important.

But she didn't know what to do, but at this moment, Ramalen's gentle words suddenly came to her ears.

"Your Highness, please use all your strength..."

After some explanation, Theresa finally grasped the key to playing the game and began to control her body.

But why is Lamaren's voice so weak?

In fact, the small-time banshee who had just been defeated by Mr. Huang was right next to Tetresia. The so-called voice was not wireless communication at all, but was just spoken directly.

As for why he was so weak, it was because he was defeated by Master Huang! He was currently in a state of weakness.

Hua Falin, who was watching the show from the side, sensed a sense of danger and immediately said in a coquettish voice: "Continue...fight. It's just that I haven't played games in too long, and my body hasn't recovered yet."

Because he had actively shut down some of his senses, Huang Cao could only hear but could not tell where the sound came from.

In addition, the current game opponent is quite cooperative, so it is natural to think that his opponent is now Huafalin.

After all, where was the third person here? Besides Lamaren, who he had just defeated, wasn't the only one left, his little vampire?

Although the opponent's strength was terrifying, if it were someone else, the sword might have been crushed by the scabbard.

But maybe this is the surprise for tonight, but why is there a smell of blood in the air?

"Then I'll go all out!"

"Wait, Cao!"

It’s bad, Your Highness, you’d better fend for yourself… Huafalin prayed silently in her heart.

After Theresa was hit hard, she thought she could endure it, but she didn't expect the next attack to catch her off guard.

From beginning to end, Huang Cao only used half of his attack range, and with just this little distance, he reached the entrance of the Demon King's palace. Not to mention that this attack range and range can be infinitely changed...

So the next second, the city gate was violently slammed open by the battering ram, and the devil's palace was completely open to Master Huang. Even Huafalin couldn't bear to watch it anymore.

Theresa's mouth was sealed by a special spell, and she couldn't make any sound at all.

But once the bow is drawn...there's no turning back.

Outside the door, Kal'tsit clenched her fists and watched the scene in front of her silently. At this moment, her heart was undoubtedly a mixture of sadness and joy.

Don't bully my prince! Can't you be a little gentle, my prince?

……

The next morning, Theresa, who was still in a coma, held two bags of gold coins in each hand, one small and one large.

There were only one hundred gold coins in the smaller bag because Theresa only succeeded once and then fainted.

The other big bag was donated by Mr. Huang, and it contained 10,000 gold coins.

Huang Cao thought to himself, no wonder the feeling of oppression was so strong, it turned out that someone had been replaced, and it was a demon king with stronger physical fitness.

If it were an ordinary person, the moment the sword entered, the body of the weapon would probably be shattered.

But fortunately, I am the Superman of Abundance. I can withstand the devil, but the devil cannot withstand me.

As for why it only succeeded once, it was of course because after Mr. Huang's soldiers captured the Demon King's Palace, the Demon King couldn't stand the shock and fainted instantly.

After noticing that "Warfarin" had fainted, Huang Cao took the initiative to untie his own restraints and removed the cloth covering his eyes because he was worried about the physical condition of his little vampire.

Then he saw Huafalin eating melon beside him, and there was a faint trace of blood on his weapon.

Beside her was the defeated Ramalen, and even Kal'tsit was at the door of the room, staring at her with vicious eyes.

So the question is, who am I challenging now?

Oh, it turns out that the place I just broke into was indeed the Demon King's Palace...

While Mr. Huang was thinking about his life, Lamaren had already loaded Theresa onto the camel cart.

Fortunately, there were a large number of Master Huang's soldiers in the Demon King's Palace, almost filling the palace. They were also carrying out repair work and had now completely repaired the latter's body.

Huang Cao felt very complicated as he watched the camel cart carrying Theresa going away.

In his previous life, he really coveted Xiaote's body. To be more precise, he coveted the bodies of almost all operators.

But last night's operation really confused him. He was tricked? But he didn't feel that he had lost anything.

He only lost a small amount of money. If he was more ruthless, he would have only given a hundred gold coins, but he still didn't do it.

After the two of them explained, Huang Cao also felt that Theresa seemed a little miserable, not to mention that the fault was not hers.

"Acao, there's no need to feel ashamed. Blame me. I was the one who came up with this stupid idea."

Huafalin lowered her head, prepared to face Acao's scolding, but all she got was the comfort from her own man.

"Forget it. It won't have much impact on the future anyway. At most, it will just change Theresa's opinion of me."

Didn't he know the meaning of Ramalen's actions?

Ramalen didn't want to have a real fight with Theresa, and she didn't agree with her best friend's theory, but rather agreed with her man's.

So he wanted to use this method of forcing the melon, which was not sweet but could quench her thirst, to change Theresa's thinking and thus bind her with the emotions that had grown over time.

The thinking of a good idealist is almost impossible to change. If you want to change her, you must pollute her by unjust means.

It is clear that Theresa is now tainted because she chose undignified and tricky ways to earn money to build her country.

At least when Theresa really faces a blow in the future, she will not be able to claim to be a perfect idealist, both psychologically and practically.

A flaw has appeared in the pure and flawless ideal city... This is undoubtedly very fatal.

"One more is enough. If even this doesn't change Theresa's mind, I'll just have to lock her up in a gilded cage and let her be a cute little bird..."

Of course, Tracy will still be sent to the construction site to do plastering in the future.

The perspective returns to the group of best friends inside the camel car.

As a good sister, Lamaren naturally took care of Theresa after she was injured, not to mention that she was the one who brought her into the curve.

After about an hour, Theresa finally woke up from her coma.

"Lamaline...Is my body okay...no more pain?"

Slowly waking up, the pink devil touched his still trembling stomach and found that he seemed to have eaten too much...

"Your Highness, I'm sorry. I hurt you."

Lamaren apologized to Theresa.

I forgot to remind Acao to be careful. After decades of working together, Acao and others have become familiar with the intensity of this kind of game.

But Theresa is just a novice. Not to mention cooperating with the game progress, she is already a superhuman if she can hold on without fainting under Acao's attack.

It’s just a pity that if Huang Cao had been a little weaker last night, he might be the one lying in the hospital undergoing suture surgery now.

Theresa's physical fitness is indeed very strong, but unfortunately she encountered the even stronger Superman of Abundance.

“So bloated…”

Theresa blushed suddenly due to a strange feeling she had never experienced before. She touched her stomach, which seemed to be full.

No wonder the banshee couldn't hold on. So, let alone earning 10,000 gold coins a day, according to the strength of the Speaker, I'm afraid I can't even earn 1,000.

"Hurry up and take them away... or there will be..."

"Don't worry, the Speaker has already used special Originium techniques on you, so don't worry about the Little Speaker. It can also repair your body..."

That's good... If there really is one, Theresa really doesn't know how to face this child.

Fortunately, this possibility will not arise.

"These two bags are..."

Theresa touched the bags in her left and right hands.

Lamaren explained, "The small bag is your reward for last night, and the large bag is the Speaker's gratitude towards you. The total amount of the two bags is 10,100 gold coins."

These two bags together are almost one-tenth of Kazdel's total annual income.

The number is truly astonishing.

"So it only worked once last night? There were so many... I thought..."

Did I really faint too quickly? If only the Speaker hadn't been so kind... and even helped me with my treatment after this.

What a nice guy...

Ramalen said with a look of guilt, "Your Highness, please don't come here again after this time. Perhaps you can think of other solutions."

Theresa pondered for a moment, then finally shook her head.

Since my innocence is gone, I might as well do it to the end, otherwise wouldn’t today’s work be wasted?

"If the Speaker needs my help in the future, please let me know. I will come back when I'm free and will definitely satisfy him!"

Theresa cheered herself up again. She really believed that the so-called Speaker Victoria was a good person, and in fact she was.

But all this is based on the fact that she has not yet discovered Huang Cao's true identity...

Thus, the Demon King's fall began...

189

Chapter 189 There is only one reason for all discrimination, and that is insufficient firepower.

"Is Theresa not back yet?"

Tracy, who hadn't seen her sister for almost a week, couldn't help but feel a little worried.

Why is the inspection so urgent?

He just slipped away without even notifying me.

"Your Highness, Tracy, I suggest you continue working. Your Highness has his own plans."

Ducare, wearing glasses, spoke in a literary tone while pressing a mechanical computer in his hand that was almost half the size of his body.