My life can't be a harem game!

Looking at the guy in front of him who was in a rather indifferent state, the goblin who was not in human form wanted to say more words but the blood flowed out of his body first. He coughed out a mouthful of black blood... What he wanted to say was certainly not curse the other party. You know, the other party didn't use the hundreds of kilograms of weapon in his hand just to let him win, otherwise the business would probably be better.

"Weak goblins, you are both evil and stupid. Since you want to die, how about I send you off?"

The big feet wearing the evil earth-gray leather boots stepped hard on the Goblin King, pressing his chest with his feet so that he couldn't utter a word. He looked at the horrible monster in front of him with fear. If he hadn't been lucky and the goblin's super vitality was not at work, he would have turned into a pool of minced meat.

What a scary guy...

The Goblin King certainly didn't think that it was luck. There was no such thing as luck on the battlefield. There was only strength. The reason why this human didn't destroy him was probably because of the so-called rules of the game. Because the rules didn't allow him to be destroyed, he saved his life...

"I will kill you..."

Although he couldn't say that even his last vitality was about to disappear, he could clearly feel that he was hanging on for his last breath. The Goblin King opened his eyes wide and said grimly to the man in front of him who was still wiping the blood off the wooden stick. It's not that he insisted on dying, but every race always has its own dignity in its heart. The man in front of him actually challenged him with a human body and won. Dignity and everything else were irrelevant. He was insulted and he would kill him completely, no matter what the cost!

The so-called rules are only used to confine the weak. In front of the strong, the so-called rules are just the rules of the game. They have no effect at all. The man in front of him abided by the rules of the game and did not kill him. He silently said that he only regarded this battle as a game. He was a player who had to abide by the rules of the game.......

Facing such words, the Archangel did not even waver in the slightest. He glanced at the Goblin King with his bright eyes under the mask and said calmly, "Your eyes are very familiar to me. Just like me before I was no longer an Archangel, your heart was filled with restlessness, anger and despair. But the difference between you and me is..."

"You have no chance of revenge."

His voice was calm and peaceful. He was not affected by the words in front of him at all. When the Goblin King heard his words with confusion, he turned to the referee and asked, "Can you tell me who won this game?" The person he was talking to was the Ghost Referee who should have spoken when the Goblin King completely lost his fighting ability. As a person who should have protected the players, he watched the Goblin King being beaten like this and was indifferent.

"Of course you win, Archangel." His voice was respectful and humble.

"Then if I step down from the stage now, I will still be the winner?" The archangel tilted his head, not sure whether he really didn't know or pretended to be ignorant, and asked.

"That's right." The other party gave the most accurate answer.

This is a decision that absolutely no one will object to, unless someone wants to kill this poor goblin, otherwise the current situation is that he will lose the game.

"......." In silence, the Archangel held the iron rod in his hand and walked down the ring step by step. When the Archangel was about to take the last step down the ring, he paused slightly, and tapped his shoes lightly on the floor of the ring, making a thumping sound before walking down the ring.

Hearing the loud sound, the Goblin King's eyes widened, and he felt the strange movement in his body with disbelief. A strange force began to expand and fission from his abdomen, and finally dozens of tumors protruded from his body. His skin could no longer withstand the impact of this explosive-like force.

puff!

The bloodiest and cruelest scene of this year's Strongest Male Competition appeared, with blood and internal organs, and even separated eyeballs. Even many brave demi-humans were frightened...

Of course, this group of frightened people never include the middle-level demi-humans. Unlike the current generation of demi-humans who have never seen real blood, their previous generation as heroes have walked through blood and gunpowder. But when the civilians on the first floor were speechless about these actions, they could not help but applaud loudly.

"Haha, that's straightforward. I like it."

"It should be some kind of Qigong from the Eastern countries. First, a zongzi is buried inside the opponent's body, and then it is detonated through some medium."

"Qi itself seems to be a kind of life energy and is not harmful at all. However, too much of it can really create a bomb effect, capable of causing a creature to explode and controlling the time of the explosion... This kid has a strong vitality and a high level of attainment in Qigong!"

These positive words kept appearing without any suppression, and any subhuman with slightly better hearing could hear what they were saying, but at this moment the audience had absolutely no intention of condemning the murderer.

The strong prey on the weak, and the fittest survive. Although the Goblin King was still a popular figure before his death, everyone knows that a dead strong man is not a strong man. In a sense, a monster that can destroy the Goblin King without any scars itself is more worthy of association than the so-called Goblin King.

There is no need for any high-sounding excuses or any overly far-fetched reasons. Victory is victory, failure is failure, the strong get everything, and the weak lose everything. The society and rules of subhumans are so simple.

"That's a pretty good way to kill."

After stepping down from the stage, the first person the archangel met was the blond, red-eyed Dio, whose battle had ended with his slime core being pierced through a few minutes ago.

"It seems you have a lot of free time."

236. Neil's Proficiency

The relationship with Dio is not very good, which can be seen from the positioning of each other in their own minds. One aims to be an archangel with the ultimate goal of saving the world, and the other aims to be the evil king, the monarch who will destroy the world in the future. The positioning between the two means that they can never be friends, but only enemies, and their relationship is particularly bad, and they are particularly unhappy with each other.

"It seems that the King of the Blood Clan is not usually idle."

The archangel looked Dio up and down. Unlike himself, who was covered in goblin blood, the other party was quite clean. It seemed that he had not been in a very intense battle. "It seems that the enemy just now did not satisfy you." After saying this, the amplitude of his arm suddenly increased by half, and his blood rushed, as if he was going to fight Dio for 300 rounds.

"Haha, you're still not as good as some people who claim to be righteous but all they say and do are evil." Dio laughed loudly, with a blood-red light in his eyes. If it wasn't the wrong occasion, he really wanted to suck all the blood from this damn guy. However, if he did it now, he would most likely be discovered and stopped by those strong men. In a worse situation, he might even be disqualified from the competition.

It's not time to suck the blood of this black-clad pervert dry, at least, not yet...

"Congratulations on successfully passing the competition. Actually, you don't have to be so serious. Wouldn't it be nice if you could chat with each other more like friends?" Dio's polite words coupled with his deep and sexy voice were quite comfortable to hear.

The Archangel's face hidden under the mask was slightly frowned. He didn't buy it at all. He warned directly and sternly, "I have nothing to talk to you about. If you have something to say, just say it directly."

"I hope you don't misunderstand me." Facing the Archangel's vigilance, Dio showed a wicked smile. "I'm not so bored as to find a guy who might become my enemy to chat with me. It's just that there are some things I don't understand about the game just now, so I came here to ask you."

Originally, he had no plan to contact the archangel before the match. To Dio, the archangel in front of him was just like his mortal enemy in the first century, a man with great power and a strong sense of justice. There was no need for him to talk to him other than to suck his blood.

When I watched the whole process of the game from the side, I became a little interested. I became interested in this man and in the concept of good and evil in the human mind.

"You clearly proclaimed justice, but you showed no mercy when you should have, and you killed an opponent who had completely lost his fighting ability. If this is your justice, maybe we will get along well..."

Dio said with narrowed eyes, all his attention was focused on the guy in front of him. If he was a person who preached justice verbally but was actually all evil, it was not impossible for him to become friends with him. He wanted to be the savior of all evil people and always stand on the opposite side of justice. What he could accept was evil in the guise of justice.

My brain doesn't work very well, but I understood what the other party meant in an instant...

"Ha ha...."

He kept throwing the iron rod aside, holding his stomach and started laughing. The archangel's laugh lasted for a full ten seconds. The murderous intent in Dio's eyes appeared dozens of times. It can be said that it took a lot of self-control to suppress the idea of killing the other party while the other party was unarmed.

It wasn't funny anymore at the end. When the archangel looked up again, there was an emotion burning in his eyes called anger, so hot that even Dio was a little surprised.

"Do you think that what I did was evil?" The archangel's muscles instantly became ready for battle, with high bulges on his body. From a distance, he looked like a statue cast out of black iron, which was intimidating.

"If you consider how much I like it... yes." Dio was not to be outdone. He smiled slightly, revealing his two snow-white teeth. The smile of the vampires is also known as the blood dinner. It is a smile that comes from the heart when one wants to fill his stomach with human lives. It is similar to crocodile tears, dazzling, dangerous and terrifying.

"Someone once taught me to save myself, someone once taught me to become stronger, someone once taught me to persevere, and someone also taught me how to distinguish between true good and evil. If simply killing a person is to be called evil, Dio, your evil is not good enough."

I still remember the pain of being whipped and scolded constantly, and I know how I barely managed to get the strength to protect myself in that hell shelter after a near-death experience. For a human being, the archangel is very young, but his qualifications as a witness of good and evil are not small at all.

His father had never killed anyone. He beat himself madly every day, wandered outside doing nothing, and tried every way to cheat the government in order to get subsidies to play marbles and pick up girls, every day, over and over again.

The existence in my impression has killed countless people, and the smell of blood on his hands can even make demons tremble. However, every killing has its own reasons. Those who died at his hands included evil gangsters, drug dealers who sold addictive drugs all over the world, and ambitious people who secretly operated dozens of wars... Each of them indirectly caused the deaths of hundreds of people, and several families were shattered and fell into an irretrievable situation.

Without exception, they have no casualties and are classified as white-collar residents in the data of most countries and regions. Simply put, if they go to court, they will enjoy considerable legal rights as citizens.

White turned into black, and black turned into white. The world was already chaotic, and now it has become even more chaotic and dark. No one can tell which is black and which is white. Everything may change after the next exposure.

A train is out of control and rushing in a certain direction. You have two options to change the track. One is for the lonely king of a country, and the other is for dozens of civilians...

There is no absolute justice, no absolute evil. The balance between justice and evil is measured in one's own heart. If killing one bad guy can save ten good guys, if saving one bad guy will make ten good guys disappear, then the concept of saving and killing becomes vague, right?

"Goblins are a very strange race. They are huge in number, savage and cruel, cunning and insidious. An adult goblin is equivalent to an adult human, but their vitality and combat power are extremely strong, and they have a special liking for human women..."

"During wartime, they are a very dangerous and rampant race. One king is more dangerous than a thousand goblins."

The archangel's words were calm and firm. Even now he did not think he had done anything wrong. Everything he did was in accordance with his true self, without any falsehood or anything else. This was the justice in his heart.

"Pulling it out because it's harmful is as lowly as a weed-pulling slave."

Dio was naturally very disdainful of this. If it was pure justice or pure evil, it would be fine. This kind of ambiguity, the so-called acting according to one's own ideas was originally a symbol of evil. Unexpectedly, it was turned into a low-end maintenance of justice. It was really unpleasant.

The archangel who had not reacted moved. When Dio said those rather rude words, he came in front of him, leaned forward slightly, and looked at him directly...

"This is not slavery and randomness. I was saved, and this is the best proof."

If he had not been who he was at that time, he would never be who he is now. If he had followed the normal path, he would undoubtedly have killed and buried himself, and there would have been nothing left, nothing. His current strength and his current status as a center of attention were all based on the premise that he survived that disaster. Without this life, he would be nothing, without himself, he would be nothing.

"He is God, he is my true father, what he says is the truth, what he does symbolizes correctness, his philosophy is absolutely correct, I do not allow you to say anything irresponsible about him."

The distance between the two of them was less than three centimeters, with their chests basically touching and their faces facing each other. They could even feel each other's breathing through their noses, and their emotions and intentions were conveyed to each other immediately.

A strong smell of blood, cold and evil eyes, a human form but no one would have thought it was a human, that kind of condescending cold temperament...

The aura was almost solidified, the muscles on the body were connected to each other like iron blocks, and the calluses on the hands were almost forming a pair of natural gloves...

Not a fuel-efficient lamp.

After just one encounter, the two made a fairly accurate assessment of each other. Unfortunately, although they could understand each other's character at first sight, their ultimate relationship could never be friends, but only enemies.

"I really hope you can still speak so confidently when I suck your blood dry." Dio smiled brightly, and gently stroked the other's strong and powerful carotid artery with his fingers. Feeling the blood boiling inside, he couldn't help but lick his lips, and the smell of blood and murderous aura on his body slowly emanated from him.

The small entrance corridor was filled with the smell of gunpowder at this moment.

Lu Fengxian knew nothing about these. As a person who stayed away from the arena and avoided gossip, he could only see the fierce competition, the strange fighting methods and the powerful players on the arena, which refreshed his understanding of the concept of sub-human power again and again.

The fire dragon tribe that can spit out RPG-like rockets directly from its mouth, the elves that cover most of the arena with poisonous bushes, the sea tribe that has endless strange weapons in its hands, and the ghost tribe that violently smashes its opponents into pieces with its big hammer...

When it came to the broadcast from the Ghost Clan, Lu Fengxian watched it carefully. If he hadn't known in advance that the contestant from the Ghost Clan was replaced by someone else, he would have thought that was a real ghost. He spoke uprightly and used his invincible fighting skills to knock the opponent down. In the end, he pulled the opponent up from the ground with a look of admiration on his face to show his grace.

true and false.....

For those who don't know the situation, it's really an infectious scene, but for Lu Fengxian who knows the inside story, he really doesn't know what expression to use. Don't say that he didn't help the dying. In the current situation where he can't save himself, do he have to go to the scene and say that this ghost tribe is a demon tribe pretending to be one? Now let's not talk about whether the other party believes you or not. Even if they believe you and want to capture him, I'm afraid the other party will use all their strength without hesitation. No matter what, you, the one who exposed her plan, will go to heaven to worship the Buddha.

"Next, we will report that due to the rules of the competition for the strongest male spot, everyone is always challenging the contestants, but a large number of them are still lying in the infirmary and unable to get up..."

While chewing the still steaming breakfast, he stared at the TV. This kind of TV only has two or three channels, one of which is a live broadcast of the game, another is a report of the latest strange news, and there is also a royal family emergency broadcast channel...

The competition is fierce in many ways. One is the competition for victory, and the other is the need to protect one's position from being snatched away by others.

"Your circle is really messy."

Watching the contestants on TV being ambushed by challengers, Lu Fengxian took a sip of water and was about to continue watching when a pair of slender arms wrapped around his waist and abdomen, then quickly let go and touched his crotch.

"My dear, it's your turn to cook this morning. You've worked so hard."

It was a little bit coquettish and nice to hear. The point was that the person who said it was only wearing a pink short skirt with a pair of pink butterfly silk panties underneath...

Neil!

Neil, who was obviously not fully awake yet and was touching his hot dog in a daze!

By the way, why are you so skilled?

Lu Fengxian was shocked at how familiar she was with the place where she grabbed him. This seemed to be very different from the impression he had of Neil!

237. So-called multi-hand goods

She started her performance in a completely dazed state. For Neil, this kind of behavior of holding a weapon was quite natural and reasonable. It was so natural that even when Lu Fengxian couldn't help but screamed, she still stroked the thing up and down naturally...

Although succubi are said to be a fairly open-minded race at heart, they are actually just like normal women. Although they may occasionally engage in impure activities with the opposite sex, most of the time they will make certain sacrifices and exercise self-restraint for the sake of their loved ones.

While I was feeling quite satisfied and happy, I was also overwhelmed by the memory. I often dreamed about the little things in my happy life, including the most instinctive physical collision between men and women. To be honest, even in my dreams, I could experience the strong impact countless times. Every morning, I felt sticky all over my body...

"Dear, let's spend the whole day in bed today."

Neil instinctively responded to the man in his arms with these words, and only then did he open his half-closed eyes and find something different.

Different from the smell of tobacco in my impression, the man in front of me only has a faint smell of oil smoke, and his eyes are completely different from the cold eyes in my memory. So warm, more gentle...

Uh uh uh! ?

Neil, who immediately realized that something was wrong, frowned wildly and was about to speak when he was stopped by the other party's action.

"I understand. I understand. Mistakenly identifying someone happens all the time. For example, I often mistake someone for someone else, on the street, in school, in bed..."

It's really helpful that he can be so understanding and understand his mistakes, but can you explain a little bit what the pity in your eyes means! ?

Absolutely - I thought of something I have never done before!

He was not wrong, or maybe they knew each other too well. At this moment, Lu Fengxian was really thinking about some very bad things, such as pillow business, pillow business, pillow business... Well, in fact, the only thing he could think of in his mind now was pillow business.

He actually mistook himself for someone else. It was obvious that this was not the first time he had done this but many times!!!

If having many puzzles about the other party is positive energy, then this time's unexpectedness is definitely not positive energy. The idol-level task of District 13, which ranges from eight to eighty years old, actually did something that should not be done. In a sense, this is completely explosive news of fear level.

I actually recognized the wrong person when I was half asleep in the morning. It seems that it really left a deep impression. How many times does it take to have such a deep impression...

Noticing that Lu Fengxian's eyes were getting more and more weird, Neil hurriedly explained...

"It's not what you think. I'm still a virgin, not a bitch. You have to believe me."

If it was other reporters or the like who asked similar questions in front of me, I would undoubtedly ask the guards to arrest them on the spot and arrange for my own people in the police station to charge them with disturbing public order. There is no doubt about this. As an idol star transferred from the sub-human area, the power he possesses is not simply the power of his agent, but more comes from the government. As long as the other party has really done something similar, I can directly convict him.

"To know that you are not a bitch, I also know that you are a very pure idol. But before that, could you please take your hand away from me? You are holding it too tightly." Lu Fengxian said with shame. Neil's power as a succubus was not that great. Compared with some sub-human races, it was still small. The problem was that compared with humans, the power was much stronger and was enough to cause pain to his precious vitals. If any fool told him that it would feel great to be caught by a woman in the future, he would just stomp him to death!

Neil realized that there was something wrong with his behavior. He subconsciously pinched the soft thing and then let it go. Although it appeared and disappeared very quickly, Lu Fengxian found a strong sense of disappointment in her eyes. It seemed that letting go of that thing made her quite disappointed.

What a perverted slut...

Lu Fengxian's face hidden under the mask was sweating profusely. Although men and women were separated in the concept of sub-humans, this was the first time that a girl felt unsatisfied after grabbing a man's key parts and letting go.

Like a madwoman.

Lu Fengxian couldn't help but sigh in his heart. Sure enough, whether it was men or women, they all had considerable needs in various aspects, especially women, whose instinct to give birth to life was appealing to them...

"So, I'm not!!!"

Neil found that his explanation made the situation worse. He who had been trying to remain calm suddenly became anxious and shouted loudly with a red face. Then he saw Lu Fengxian who had been chattering in his seat suddenly calm down and looked at her with a very gentle look.

"Finally, Ken is talking to me with his true character?"