Chapter 1077 Goddess of Luck

For the next period of time, Sikong Sheng had a very comfortable life.

It's on the battlefield-

"Ah, Huangfu Li, don't run away, stop for me!" Sikong Sheng shouted, turned the reins of the horse, left the army and chased Huangfu Li alone.

The abandoned army was eventually wiped out by the enemy soldiers attacked by Group A.

"Ba!Ba!Ba!" This is the sound of Meng Xishan lying in the hall and beating against a board.

It's in the backyard-

"Who fryed the kitchen? Sikong Sheng, it's you again!"

Sikong Sheng held the mutton skewers in one hand. When he heard the scolding of the kitchen staff, he immediately turned around quickly and flexibly jumped over the low wall. The background was the kitchen where black smoke was still coming out and a burnt smell was filled with the smell of burnt.

"Ba!Ba!Ba!" This is the sound of Meng Xishan getting hit by a board again.

"Sikong Sheng! You just..."

"Sikong Sheng! Is it you..."

There are countless such things.

In the B-group hall, the sound of military sticks knocking and Meng Xishan's screams echoed all day long.

But Sikong Sheng was still happy all day long, as if something like conscience did not exist in him at all.

When occasionally watching the execution, he would only cooperate with grinning, glad that he was not the one who suffered now.

Gradually, even Ye Shuo and others who had no friendship with Meng Xishan could not stand it, but Feng Qiwu was still the same.

...

I won’t talk about whether Sikong Sheng can change his past. It’s not long after that, Group B launched a large-scale offensive operation against Group A.

"Boom boom boom!"

A spark lit up from time to time under the city. It was the armored cannons opened from Group B, which were continuing to fire at City A.

As the shells raged, the walls of City Jia were also bombed into a bumpy pit, and strands of brick and stone powder fell in the rising smoke and dust.

Yan Yueque and others watched the surveillance screen in the city, and from time to time they felt the vibration of the city, day and night, and couldn't help feeling upset.

After Lu Hongyu's funeral, Group B seemed to suddenly become very united, an unknown force twisting them into a rope. They began to concentrate around the coach and execute their boss's instructions in an orderly manner. In addition, Group B's coach Yan Junlin, this man who combines the sharpest spear and the strongest shield, made Group A completely invincible.

Except for Sikong Sheng who still often plays with his personal grudges and neglects his duties, the others have become solid. In addition, the combined attack skills of Ye Shuo and Ren Jianfei, Jian Zhiheng and Guan Zhen greatly enhance their overall strength.

The offense is responsible for offense, the defense is responsible for defense, the suggestions are responsible for providing suggestions, and they are neatly integrated and work together. Although they are unwilling 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 the food for each of them? Isn't there anyone who can go out and deal with them?"

He drove the warriors one after another to the city, and the casualties were reported continuously, but the situation on the battlefield did not improve at all.

If it weren't for a group of people who said that his situation was too unstable recently and insisted on staying in the city to supervise the war, he would have wanted to go to the front line in person and kill the enemy army in a mess!

But when it comes to his own situation... it is true. Yan Yueque rubbed his forehead irritably. When the palpitations just appeared, his heart twitched from time to time. He just thought he was too tired and didn't care. But in recent times, this problem has not only not improved, but has become more and more serious. Sometimes, even if he just had a good meal, he would suddenly feel so painful that he couldn't hold his chopsticks.

Why did it become like this? Why? Also, recently, his practice has become less and less smooth. His spiritual power always goes out of place in the meridians, and his blood vessels seem to be blocked, and he can't run away. Sometimes his body will suddenly become numb, and then he will feel dizzy, just like... it's like he has a terminal illness!

Thinking of these messy accidents, Yan Yueque became more and more irritable. He waved his hand hard and brushed all the files on the desktop to the ground.

"This war didn't have to be so hard." Along with a ping-pong sound, an ethereal female voice easily suppressed all this noise and sounded lightly in his ears.

Yan Yueque frowned and looked at Qinglan, who had entered the main control room at some point: "What does it mean? Do you have a solution?"

He has no good feelings for this girl.

Since she failed to leave any impression of her in the early assessment and the half-time trial, it means she does not have a strong family background. This is the first reason why Yan Yueque looked down on her.

Until the last time she attacked Jicheng, she suddenly appeared and turned the tide, set up a protective cover to fight the combined attack skills of Group B. The powerful barrier power was probably not much inferior to her. Although Yan Yueque didn't say anything at that time, he felt a sense of irritability in his subconscious.

He hates things that are not under his control, people who are stronger than himself... He has always lost to Brother Shi Lin, so forget it, and later lost to Mo Gucheng who suddenly appeared, so forget it... But in this trial, he has been working very hard, and his goal is the highest-level "Best Coach Award"! Why, even here, there is a girl of unknown origin that steals his limelight?

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

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

Very disgusted... disgusted with this feeling of imbalance!

"That depends on what Lord Yan is willing to pay for this war." Qinglan slowly walked to him with a polite smile on her face and watched the surveillance screen ahead with him.

On the screen, war was flying everywhere, and a huge spiritual skill fell, causing several feet of land to flow. Dozens of virtual soldiers from Group A were thrown to the ground in such an explosion.

Yan Yueque's brows were tightened again. When she heard that she was always talking, she interrupted impatiently: "Tell me clearly."

"It's the principle of equivalent exchange." Qinglan said slowly, "There is as much as the City Lord Yan is willing to pay."

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

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

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

"How is this transaction fair?"

Yan Yueque was silent for a while, supported the surveillance console with both hands, lowered his hair and let out a disdainful sneer.

"What is this? Why do I win in this ridiculous way? Even if I rely on myself, I just spend more time..." His voice gradually became a little sluggish, as if he was comforting his own murmur, "Yes, just spend more time..."

"So, you just think it's not worth the money, right?" Qinglan looked at him straight and pointed out his heart without mercy.

"It's good. If you are willing to give what is most important, I can directly get you the final victory."

"The most important thing?" Yan Yueque passed half of his gaze. "What is that? Is my life?"

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

Qinglan smiled indifferently: "That depends on what is the most important thing in Lord Yan's heart."

"Everyone has a different positioning of the 'important thing' in his heart. In the eyes of ordinary people, perhaps the most important thing is his own life. In the eyes of filial sons, the most important thing is the safety and health of his family. In the eyes of a qualified ruler, the most important thing is the entire country and his thousands of people."

"Of course, he also has many ugly wishes. Perhaps the most important thing about him is his interests, his power, his fake, his wealth he obtained illegally, or his hatred that longs for his enemies to die..."

"No matter what the 'important thing' is, no matter who owns it, the rich and poor, the poor, the beauty, the ugly, good and the evil, that are the things they most reluctant to give up."

"So, Lord Yan, what about you?"

After her continuous questions, Yan Yueque lowered her gaze and began to think about it for the first time. This seemed a bit absurd question.

Is my most important thing...?

Is it life? No, I don’t think I am a person who is greedy for life and fears death... For me, there are more things worth pursuing...

Is it Xue Meng? This girl who suddenly appeared in her mind made Yan Yueque stunned for a moment.

If I chose exchange, would Xue Meng die? Or would she never fall in love with me again and would never belong to me-?

However, I am not a person who loves beauty and does not love the country. The most important thing he is should not be a woman...

So, is it your position in Tianxiao Pavilion? Will you break through to the realm of reincarnation as soon as possible? Will you be respected by everyone? Or will you be recognized by adults?

As the thoughts in his mind were constantly overturned, Yan Yueque gradually burst into cold sweat.

Over the 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 know what the most important thing in life is!

If so, what is the meaning of his efforts and what is the direction of his efforts?

How could this happen... Have you been in vain for so many years of struggle? Are all meaningless?

Sometimes, in order to seek breakthroughs, practitioners often think about their existing knowledge. But this is why they are very likely to get stuck in a problem. The deeper they think harder, the more they will get into a dead end. The worst consequence is that they will suddenly overturn their past thoughts and think completely, and then become obsessed with it!

Yan Yueque, now suddenly lost control in the chaos and roared wildly: "I don't want to exchange... Get out! Get out!"

"Then let's wait until City Lord Yan figured it out before looking for me." Qinglan simply left this sentence, and without any more persuasion, she turned around and left casually.

At the same time.

A figure of blue skirt and blue hair appeared quietly in Group B's supervision hall.

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

"Can I just ask you to have an interview with your coach?" Qinglan smiled slightly, as if she was unaware of the hostility they showed.

"You are not from Group A..." Ren Jianfei frowned and pointed out.

The biggest doubt between the two at this time was that why could this woman, who was clearly an enemy camp, enter their highest control room so easily? Could it be that the combat readiness force outside was so vulnerable?

"It doesn't matter which group it is." Qinglan's ethereal voice had a kind of bewitching power. The watery blue hair spread out behind it, flying up in the windless quiet room, rippling with a dreamy blue.

"You can treat me as...the goddess of luck."

...

The next day.

"What's going on?" Yan Yueque looked at the latest casualty report and was so angry that he pinched the roll of paper into a ball. "Why did our soldiers suddenly die so many? And all of them are unknown?"

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

"So..." Yan Yueque was so angry that he trembled all over, "You chose to turn against Group B in this war, right? Which side are you from?"

Faced with his anger that was pouring 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 battle to get something beneficial to me from you, that's all."

"The deal with Group B is going very smoothly now. If City Lord Yan regrets it now, it will be too late."

The more she had this attitude, the more angry Yan Yueque became. At this moment, he was simply roaring:

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

Her power cannot be strong enough to interfere with virtual and reality. Even if she chooses to exchange it here, it is nothing more than giving her the virtual parts of a virtual character. Such loss is not a real loss at all.

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

Yan Yueque was not afraid of exchanges. What he disliked was just this unclear feeling. He didn't want to be played with by others!

"That's my business." Qinglan still had the same usual reply.

They cannot understand each other. Her persistence and their persistence seem to be separated from two different worlds.
Chapter completed!