Evil Emperor Zun

Chapter 1077 Goddess of Luck
For the next period of time, Sikong Sheng lived quite comfortably.

Sometimes on the battlefield—

"Ah, Huangfuli, don't run away, stop!" Sikong Sheng shouted, reined in his horse, left the army to chase Huangfuli and left alone.

The army that was left behind was finally wiped out by the enemy soldiers who attacked from Group A.

"Crack! Crack! Crack!" This was the sound of Meng Xishan lying on his back in the hall and hitting the board.

Sometimes in the backyard—

"Who is this who blew up the kitchen? Sikong Sheng, it's you again!"

Sikong Sheng held the mutton skewers in one hand, and when he heard the scolding from the kitchen staff, he immediately turned around swiftly, and leaped over the low wall with a nimble vertical leap.In the background, there are still bursts of black smoke and a kitchen filled with a burnt smell.

"Crack! Crack! Crack!" This was the sound of Meng Xishan being hit by a board again.

"Saint Sikong! You just..."

"Saint Sikong! Is it you..."

There are too many to mention.

In the main hall of Group B, the sound of batons hitting and the screams of Meng Xishan echoed throughout the day.

However, Sikong Sheng was still cheerful all day long, as if such a thing as conscience didn't exist in him at all.

Occasionally, when he came to watch the execution, he would just show his teeth in cooperation, thankful that he was not the one suffering now.

Gradually, even Ye Shuo and others who had no friendship with Meng Xishan couldn't stand it, but Feng Qiwu remained the same.

……

Whether Sikong Sheng can change his past, let's not talk about it for now, but it didn't take long for Group B to launch a large-scale offensive against Group A.

"Boom boom boom!"

Below the city, a ball of sparks lit up from time to time. It was the armored cannon from Group B, which was continuously firing at Jiacheng.

As the shells raged, the walls of Jia City were also bombarded with pits and pits, and wisps of masonry powder fell in the rising smoke and dust.

Yan Yueque and the others watched the surveillance screen in the city, and felt the city's vibrations from time to time, day and night, and couldn't help being upset.

After Lu Hongyu's funeral, Group B seemed to become very united suddenly, and an unknown force twisted them into one strand.They began to gather around the coach, and carried out the orders of the boss in an orderly manner. In addition, Yan Yulin, the coach of Group B, who had the sharpest spear and the strongest shield, made Group A completely invincible.

Except for Sikong Sheng who still often plays with his temper, is preoccupied with his personal grievances with Huangfuli, and neglects his duties, the others have become a stable monolith.Coupled with Ye Shuo and Ren Jianfei, Jian Zhiheng and Guan Lin's joint strike skills, they all greatly enhanced their overall strength.

The offensive is responsible for attacking, the defensive is responsible for defending, and the one who offers advice is responsible for offering advice.Although they don't want to admit it, they are indeed ahead of Group A in terms of overall strength.

At this time, Yan Yueque was losing his temper.

"What are they all for? Is there no one who can go out and clean them up?"

Group after group of soldiers were driven out of the city by him, and the number of casualties was reported continuously, but the situation on the battlefield did not improve at all.

If a group of people hadn't said that his recent situation was too unstable and insisted that he stay in the city to oversee the battle, he would have wanted to go to the front line himself and kill the enemy army!

But when it comes to his own situation...it's true.Yan Yueque rubbed his forehead irritably. When the palpitations first appeared, it was just his heart twitching from time to time. He just thought he was too tired and didn't care.But recently, not only has this problem not improved, but it has become more and more serious.Sometimes even just eating a good meal will suddenly hurt so much that I can't hold my chopsticks.

Why did it become like this?Why?Also, recently his cultivation has become more and more unsmooth, the spiritual power always diverges in the meridians, and there seems to be something blocked between the blood vessels, which can't always collide.Sometimes the body will suddenly become numb, and then there will be bouts of dizziness, just like... like having some terminal illness!
Thinking of these messy accidents, Yan Yueque became more and more irritable, waved his hand violently, and knocked all the documents on the table to the ground.

"This war originally didn't have to be so hard." Along with the sound of ping-pong-pong, an ethereal female voice easily overwhelmed all these noises, and rang lightly in his ears.

Yan Yueque frowned, and looked at Qing Lan who entered the main control room at some time: "What do you mean? Do you have a solution?"

He didn't have a good impression of this girl.

Since I failed to leave any impression on her in the previous assessment and most of the trials, it meant that she did not have a strong family background.This was the first reason why Yan Yueque looked down on her.

It wasn't until the last time she attacked her own city that she suddenly appeared to turn the tide and set up a protective shield to fight against group B's combination attack. That kind of powerful barrier power is probably not much inferior to her own.At that time, Yan Yueque didn't say anything, but in his subconscious mind, there was a sense of irritability.

He hates things that are out of his control, hates people who are stronger than himself... He has always lost to Brother Qi Lin, and that's fine, and then he lost to Mo Gucheng, who suddenly appeared, and that's fine... But in this trial, he has been working hard, and his goal is the highest "Best Coach Award"!Why, even here, there will be a girl of unknown origin stealing his limelight?

As for the third reason... it was probably the girl named Qinglan, whose overly ethereal eyes made him very uncomfortable.

There was nothing in those eyes, he could not see any of her thoughts.But he always felt that his thoughts had been clearly detected by her...

Hate... Hate this unbalanced feeling!
"That depends on what City Lord Yan is willing to pay for this war." With a polite smile on her face, Qing Lan walked slowly to his side, and watched the surveillance screen ahead with him.

On the screen, flames of war raged, and a huge spiritual skill fell, setting off waves of several feet. Dozens of virtual soldiers from Group A were thrown to the ground in such an explosion.

Yan Yueque's brows were tightened again, and she interrupted impatiently after listening to her babbling, "Speak clearly."

"It's the principle of equivalent exchange." Qing Lan said in a leisurely manner, "You can get as much as City Lord Yan is willing to pay."

"As long as you reach a deal with me, I will randomly take one of your items, and correspondingly, destroy a certain number of enemy troops in batches for you."

"In exchange, it may be a part of your spiritual power, or a treasure of yours, or an important person's memory of you. Of course, the heavier the price, the more enemy troops you can destroy many."

"You don't need to consider the method I choose." As if anticipating Yan Yueque's problem, Qing Lan quickly added, "Just believe that I do have this ability."

"Well, is this deal fair?"

Yan Yueque was silent for a while, supporting the monitoring platform with both hands, let out a disdainful sneer as he lowered his hair.

"What is this? Why do I have to use such a ridiculous way to win? Even if I rely on myself, it will only take a little more time..." His voice gradually became depressed and chaotic, like a self-comforting raving, "Yes, Just take a little longer..."

"So, you just feel that the gain outweighs the loss, right?" Qing Lan looked at him straight, and broke his heart mercilessly.

"That's good. If you are willing to give the most important thing, I can directly let you win the final victory."

"The most important thing?" Yan Yueque squinted half of his eyes, "What is that? My life?"

"It's ridiculous, if you lose your life, what's the point of winning!"

Qinglan smiled lightly: "That depends on what is the most important thing in the mind of City Lord Yan."

"Everyone has a different position on 'important things'. In the eyes of ordinary people, perhaps the most important thing is their own life. In the eyes of a filial son, the most important thing is the safety and health of the family. In a qualified In the eyes of the ruler, the most important thing is the whole country and his thousands of people.”

"Of course, there are also many ugly wishes. Perhaps his most important thing is profit, power, the mask he forged, the wealth he obtained illegally, or, perhaps, the desire for the death of his enemies Hatred..."

"No matter what the 'important thing' is, and no matter who owns it, rich or poor, high or low, beautiful or ugly, good or evil, it is the last thing they want to give up."

"So, City Lord Yan, what about you?"

Under her continuous questioning, Yan Yueque lowered her gaze, and for the first time began to think about this seemingly absurd question.

Is my most important thing...?
Is it life?No, I don't think I'm a person who is greedy for life and afraid of death... For me, there are more things worth pursuing...

Is it Xuemeng?This girl who suddenly appeared in her mind made Yan Yueque startled for a moment.

If I choose to exchange, will Xuemeng die?Or, she will never love me again, will never belong to me—?
However, I am not a person who loves beauties and does not love Jiangshan. His most important thing should not be a woman...

So, is it his position in Tianxiao Pavilion?Is it to break through to the reincarnation realm as soon as possible?Is it admired by all?Or get the approval of adults?
As the thoughts in his mind were continuously overturned, Yan Yueque gradually broke out in a cold sweat.

For so many years, he has been working hard. He gave up the entertainment and love that his peers should have, and devoted all his life and time to cultivation.He always felt that as long as he became strong enough, he could have everything he wanted.But until today, he suddenly realized that he didn't even know what the most important thing in life was!
If so, what is the meaning of his efforts and what is the direction of his efforts?

How could this be... Could it be that all my years of struggle have come to nothing?Is it all completely pointless?

Cultivators, sometimes in order to seek a breakthrough, often think twice about the existing knowledge.But that's the way it is, which makes it very easy for them to dig into a dead end on a problem.The more you think hard, the more you get into a dead end.The most serious consequence is that you will suddenly completely overthrow your past thoughts and thoughts, and then go crazy!
The current Yan Yueque suddenly lost control in the chaos, and roared crazily: "I don't want to exchange... Get out! Get out!"

"Then come to me when City Lord Yan has figured it out." Qing Lan simply left this sentence, turned around and left casually without any further persuasion.

at the same time.

An identical figure with blue skirt and blue hair quietly appeared in the battle supervisor hall of Group B.

At that time, there were only two people in the main control room, Ye Shuo and Ren Jianfei. Faced with this sudden appearance, both of them were shocked, and quickly entered a state of combat readiness.

"Can I have an interview with your coach directly?" Qing Lan smiled slightly, as if she was completely unaware of their hostility.

"You are not from Group A..." Ren Jianfei pointed out with a frown.

At this time, the two people's greatest doubts were why this woman who was clearly from the enemy's camp could enter their highest control room so easily?Could it be that the combat readiness force outside is so vulnerable?

"It doesn't matter which group you are in." There was a kind of bewitching power in Qinglan's ethereal voice.The watery blue hair was spread out on the back, flying up in the windless quiet room, rippling a dreamlike blue.

"You can think of me as... Lady Luck."

……

The next day.

"What's going on here?" Yan Yueque looked at the latest casualty report and squeezed the scroll into a ball in anger, "Why did so many of our soldiers die suddenly? Is the cause of death unknown?"

"It's a very simple matter." Qinglan watched him venting coldly, "If you don't want to exchange, someone will naturally be willing to exchange."

"So..." Yan Yueque trembled with anger, "Did you choose to defect to Group B in this war? Which side are you on?"

Facing his overwhelming anger like a tsunami, Qinglan still smiled lightly: "The victory or defeat of the trial has nothing to do with me, I just want to use your battles to get something beneficial to me from you , that's all."

"The current transaction with Group B is going smoothly. If City Lord Yan regrets it now, there is still time."

The more she behaved like this, the more furious Yan Yueque became. At this moment, he was literally yelling:

"You know very well that the things you get here are all virtual, so what's the point of you playing this kind of trick!"

It is impossible for her power to be strong enough to interfere with virtuality and reality.Even if he chooses to exchange with her here, it is nothing more than giving her a virtual part of a virtual character. Such a loss is not a real loss at all.

Perhaps, this is the reason why those in Group B are willing to trade with her.

Yan Yueque is not afraid of exchanges, what disgusts him is just this vague feeling, he doesn't want to be manipulated by others!

"That's my business." Qinglan still replied as usual.

They cannot understand each other.Her persistence, and theirs, seem to be separated in two different worlds.

(End of this chapter)