What the hell, he was shot while lying down.

"Okay." Seeing that Huayuan didn't say anything, the staff had no choice but to say: "I will try to separate your three games as much as possible to buy you more time to recover your soul power."

Although Lu Yu's soul power reached level 24 at a young age and he was considered a rare genius, the staff still didn't think highly of him.

After all, it's too small.

Death fights and gambling fights are not just based on soul power level.

Once you get on the ring, no one cares whether you are a genius or not, or whether you are a second-generation person. In short, only one person can walk out of the ring alive.

"Thanks!"

Lu Yu thanked him sincerely.

He is not made of iron. As long as he fights, his soul power will naturally be consumed. Although he didn't think that someone could force him to try his best from the beginning, they had good intentions after all.

After Lu Yu, there is Lu Fei.

Lu Fei also requested to participate in three spirit battles, which shocked the staff even more.

"No...he is also a fighting soul master after all. You are an auxiliary soul master, why are you just joining in the fun? Are you willing to die?"

The staff looked at Lu Fei speechlessly.

Although her duty is not to remind them of their obligations, she really doesn't understand what this little guy is thinking.

How can you, an auxiliary soul master, fight with others?

Stuff someone to death with a bun?

And he actually wanted to participate in death matches and gambling matches.

Isn’t this a free gift?

Thinking of this, the staff couldn't help but look at Huayuan.

Now she had to wonder if the family was too harsh on him and even suffered abuse from time to time, which led to the little fat man thinking of committing suicide.
Chapter completed!