Chapter 244 Bibi Dong is unconvinced
Lu Ming sat down on the edge of the bed, his gaze sweeping unabashedly over the two pairs of beautiful legs.
He even reached out and lightly patted each of their legs.
*Slap. Slap.*
It has a crisp sound and an excellent feel.
"ah!"
The two women exclaimed in surprise at the same time, their faces flushing red, but neither of them pulled their legs back.
"Each has its own strengths."
Lu Ming gave an extremely perfunctory yet perfectly correct answer.
"Xiao Wu's advantage lies in her perfect proportions and explosive power."
"Rongrong's beauty lies in her snow-white skin and delicate texture."
At this point, Lu Ming paused, a mischievous smile playing on his lips.
"You can't tell just by looking. You have to measure it yourself at night to find out."
"rogue!"
Ning Rongrong buried her face in the pillow, her voice muffled, her ears turning bright red.
Xiao Wu stuck out her tongue and made a face at Lu Ming, but her big eyes were watery, so she wasn't really angry.
The atmosphere in the room instantly became ambiguous.
Liu Erlong shook his head helplessly, walked to the other side and sat down, feeling a little sour inside.
That little rascal is getting better and better at charming girls.
Just then.
Lu Ming had a sudden thought.
It's time to give those guys in the group some perks, since they need to buy tickets to watch the show these days, right?
[Lu Tiandi]: @Everyone, stop lurking! The competition is about to begin. I'm in a good mood, so I'm sending out a pre-competition red envelope to liven things up.
The message caused an uproar in the previously quiet chat group.
[Wanting a sweet romance]: Wow! Long live the group admin! I finally got a red envelope!
[The cutest bunny]: I'm the best! I want to win the grand prize!
[Little Witch]: Don't try to take it from me! I'm on a lucky streak lately!
[The Fox is the Most Innocent]: ...Thank you, group admin.
Even Ah Yin, who had been lurking, popped up.
My son is not a bastard: Thank you for your help.
Without wasting any words, Lu Ming directly stuffed a batch of resources he had prepared into the red envelope and clicked send.
bite!
Emperor Lu sent a lucky red envelope.
That instant.
In the room of the Martial Soul Hotel, the women moved in unison, all closing their eyes, sinking their consciousness into their sea of consciousness, and frantically clicking on the red icon.
Inside the Papal Palace.
Bibi Dong was sitting upright on the papal chair, holding a document about the various war teams.
Suddenly, a notification sound rang in my mind.
She glanced at the screen instinctively.
Red envelope?
Who sent this?
Bibi Dong's brows furrowed tightly.
These past few days, although she maintained a cool and aloof demeanor in the group chat, every time she saw what Lu Ming posted, it felt like cat claws were scratching at her heart.
Those long-lost elixirs, those unheard-of cultivation techniques, and even secrets about the gods.
Everything about it held a fatal attraction for her.
But...
She is the Pope!
She is the supreme ruler of the Spirit Hall!
How could you act like a beggar and steal something that bastard gave you?
"Hmph, just trying to attract attention."
Bibi Dong snorted coldly and forced herself to look away.
But that red envelope icon seemed to have a magical power, waving back and forth in front of her.
Especially when she saw others in the group scrambling for the prize, even her apprentice Hu Liena couldn't resist joining in, Bibi Dong's defenses began to crumble.
"Just once..."
"I just wanted to see what good stuff he had, to know myself and my enemy."
Bibi Dong found a perfect excuse for herself in her heart.
That well-preserved jade hand trembled slightly as it rose in my mind's eye.
However.
Just a second before her finger was about to touch the red envelope.
bite!
[All red envelopes have been claimed]
Bibi Dong's fingers froze in mid-air.
That's all?
That's it?!
An unnamed anger surged up from the bottom of her heart, and Bibi Dong was so angry that she almost crushed the scepter in her hand.
She, the Pope, hadn't even had a chance to humble herself before she couldn't even get a sip of soup.
At this moment, the chat group was filled with jubilation.
[System Notification: To win the sweetest love luck, you have obtained the item: Millennium Whale Glue (Premium)]
[The Cutest Bunny]: Ahhh! I only managed to grab a bunch of Gold Soul Coins! I don't need any money!
[Little Witch]: I also have Gold Soul Coins... I'm so mad! Shuiyue'er, how come you're so lucky!
[The Fox is the Most Innocent]: I managed to snag a book on seduction techniques... Thank you, group admin.
[My Son Is Not a Bastard]: A spiritual herb that strengthens the body's foundation and nourishes the vital energy is just right for my son... no, for myself.
All eyes were on Shui Yue'er, the luckiest girl.
Inside the room.
Shui Yue'er suddenly opened her eyes, and a fist-sized, dark gold gelatinous object appeared out of thin air in her hand.
A rich, exotic fragrance instantly filled the entire room.
"This is..."
Shui Bing'er leaned closer, somewhat surprised, "Ten-thousand-year-old whale glue?"
This kind of thing is a priceless treasure on the market. It can not only greatly enhance the physique of a Soul Master and increase the lifespan of Soul Rings, but also has some... special effects.
Shuiyue held the piece of whale glue, her eyes crinkling into crescent moons with laughter.
[Wanting a sweet romance]: Hehe, thank you group admin! Mwah! [heart][heart][heart]
[Wanting a sweet romance]: I heard this stuff is great for the skin, and it can also... well...
She sent a string of shy emojis in the group chat.
[Wanting a sweet romance]: I'm going to save this for later, to use with my husband~
In the chat group, Bibi Dong looked at the message, her face as black as the bottom of a pot.
Ten Thousand Year Whale Glue!
Such a rare item is not even kept in the Spirit Hall's treasury.
It was just posted so casually?
And it even fell into the hands of that infatuated girl from Tianshui College!
"spendthrift!"
Bibi Dong cursed through gritted teeth.
This isn't about giving out red envelopes; it's clearly about using resources to win people's hearts!
Seeing the women in the group all so grateful to Lu Ming, Bibi Dong felt a tightness in her chest.
If this continues, before the finals even begin, all the women in the world will probably be seduced by this Emperor Lu!
Martial Spirit Hotel.
Seeing Shui Yue'er's delighted expression, Lu Ming couldn't help but reach out and pinch her plump, collagen-rich cheeks.
It feels smooth and bouncy.
"Silly girl."
Lu Ming leaned close to her ear and whispered something.
"This stuff is definitely good."
"However, in addition to beautifying the skin, it also has the effect of 'strengthening the foundation and nourishing the vital energy, strengthening the kidneys and enhancing male virility.' Of course, it also has the effect of aphrodisiac for girls."
Shuiyue'er's face flushed bright red instantly, even her ears felt hot.
Although she was bold, she was still a virgin and couldn't stand such lewd words.
"Then...then..."
Shuiyue stammered, her eyes darting around, yet she couldn't help glancing at Lu Ming.
"We can try it tonight."
Lu Ming's fingers gently traced her cheek, sliding down to her slender neck.
"Perfect, let me see how long this ancient whale glue can last you."
This highly suggestive statement was made.
The air in the room seemed to be on fire.
Not only Shui Yue'er, but also Shui Bing'er, Dugu Yan, and even the usually aloof Zhu Zhuqing, all became a little more rapid in their breathing.
The aura emanating from Lu Ming—his powerful, confident, and all-encompassing charm—was like the most deadly poison to them.
...
Compared to the extravagance of the top floor of the Martial Soul Hotel.
In a remote and dilapidated little hotel in the west of the city, the atmosphere was so oppressive that it was suffocating.
This is a gathering place for commoner Soul Masters. The environment is dirty and messy, and the air is filled with the smell of mildew and foot odor.
"Is this even a place for a human to live?!"
Ma Hongjun kicked the slightly wobbly bed leg, shaking off a layer of dust.
"I'm a Soul Master, a monster from Shrek Academy! Why should I live in this pigsty?"
He looked at the yellowed bed sheet and the water stains left in the corner of the wall at some unknown time, and his stomach churned.
Outside the window, the magnificent buildings of the Spirit Hall in the distance were brightly lit, resembling a fairyland.
This stark contrast made Ma Hongjun so jealous that his eyes turned red.
"Alright, Fatty."
Dai Mubai sat on another bed, his face terribly gloomy.
He clutched a few meager gold soul coins in his hand; these were their only remaining funds.
With that old miser Flander gone and Yu Xiaogang arrested again, Zhao Wuji stayed behind at the academy.
Shrek Academy is currently leaderless.
As the eldest son, Dai Mubai had no choice but to shoulder the heavy responsibility.
However, even a skilled cook cannot make a meal without rice.
Originally, the Star Luo Empire provided some assistance, but since he lost power in the family struggle, coupled with Zhu Zhuqing's departure, he completely lost his qualification to compete for the throne, and the resources from that side were cut off.
"The cost of living in Wuhun City is shockingly high; we need to be careful with our money."
Dai Mubai's voice was hoarse, "It will be fine once we win the competition and get the prize money."
"Win? With what means do we win?"
Ma Hongjun plopped down on the bed, the bed frame creaking loudly.
"Third Brother is still in the cave, neither human nor ghost. Xiao Wu, that traitor, ran away. Rongrong is also missing. Zhu Zhuqing is with that Lu Ming..."
"With just the few of us? How do you think we can win?"
These words were like salt, rubbed harshly into everyone's wounds.
In the corner.
Oscar curled up in a chair, hugging his knees, staring blankly out the window.
His gaze was unfocused, as if piercing through layers of buildings to look at that unreachable place.
"Rongrong..."
His lips moved, emitting a soft murmur, barely audible.
He heard that Ning Rongrong had also come to Wuhun City.
She came with Lu Ming.
The thought that the girl who once smiled so sweetly at him might now be nestled in another man's arms made Oscar's heart ache as if it were being cut by a knife.
But he dared not say anything, dared not do anything.
Because that was Lu Ming.
It is a terrifying existence that can even suppress a Title Douluo.
He was just a lowly food-type Soul Master.
This feeling of powerlessness filled him with despair.
Just then.
A message suddenly popped up in the chat group.
[I Don't Have a Mother]: When I entered the city just now, I saw a few beggars wearing shit-green clothes looking for a place to stay. They looked like they were from Shrek Academy? Tsk tsk, these kinds of trash are not even qualified to participate in the competition?
The Elder Hall of Wuhun City.
Qian Renxue removed her disguise as Xue Qinghe, changed into a golden palace dress, and was elegantly holding a teacup.
She had long been aware of the Shrek team's movements through her spies lurking at the city gate.
Looking at their disheveled appearance, she could only sneer inwardly.
Is this the "monster" that Yu Xiaogang taught?
Is this the team that Tang San is so proud of?
They're a complete joke.
[The cutest bunny]: Oh dear, I saw it too! Especially that fatso, still cursing and swearing, it's disgusting to watch.
Although Xiao Wu wasn't there, she could guess Ma Hongjun's face pretty accurately just by imagining it.
[The cutest bunny]: I disliked him back in college. All he did was go to brothels. He was so sleazy. Now he's getting his comeuppance!
If Ma Hongjun could see the contents of the chat group, he would probably be so angry that he would vomit blood on the spot.
He's cursing here, and as a result, in other people's eyes, he's a joke who can't even find a place to stay.
Seeing the mockery of Shrek Academy in the group chat, Lu Ming didn't show much emotion.
For him now, the Shrek Seven Devils are no longer opponents on the same level.
Whether it's Tang San or Dai Mubai.
They're just tools used to farm rewards.
He casually typed a line in the group chat.
[Lu Tiandi]: They're just a few clowns, nothing to be afraid of.
[Lu Tiandi]: I've already decided who will be the champion of this continent-wide elite soul master competition.
This sentence.
Overbearing and arrogant.
There was no attempt to conceal anything, nor a trace of humility.
It's like stating a given fact.
The entire chat group fell silent for a second.
Immediately following was a frenzy of screen-filling.
[Want a sweet romance]: Emperor Lu Tian is mighty! The championship must be ours!
[My cat is white and big]: No one but him deserves that position.
[Poison Fairy]: That's natural. With the group leader there, the others are just going through the motions.
[Little Witch]: Hehe, I can't wait to see Bibi Dong's expression when she presents the award! It's going to be amazing!
The air inside the Papal Palace was still and stagnant.
Bibi Dong stared at the line of words in her mind, her chest heaving violently.
Was the champion predetermined?
A few clowns?
This Emperor Lu Tian is utterly arrogant beyond measure.
The All-Continent Advanced Soul Master Elite Tournament is the most important event ever held by the Spirit Hall. This year, they have even offered three soul bones as rewards, all to demonstrate the absolute dominance of the Golden Generation.
Hu Liena, Xie Yue, and Yan are geniuses she has carefully nurtured. How could they possibly lose to an unknown Blue Tyrant Academy?
Bibi Dong sneered and lightly tapped her finger in the air.
[Your Holiness]: How arrogant! The Spirit Hall team is the strongest. It's good for young people to be confident, but excessive confidence is foolish.
The reply popped up less than two seconds after the message was sent.
[Lu Tiandi]: @[Pope], all talk and no action is useless. Since Your Holiness the Pope is so confident, how about we make another bet?
Upon seeing the words "bet," Bibi Dong's heart skipped a beat.
The bet she lost to this guy last time hasn't been fulfilled yet, and that so-called "excessive demand" is like a sword hanging over her head, making her unable to sleep soundly for the past few days.
But she is the Pope, and she cannot show weakness in the group.
(End of chapter)