Mini World Game ConsoleEvil Dragon Crazy Soldier King Chapter 1987 - 1988: Filching Sheep (Taking Things in Passin

Yang Fei was startled, and his heart started thumping wildly in spite of himself.

"So that ans, the money in this card has already gone over ten million?"

Moran smiled charmingly and corrected Yang Fei.

"Not ten million, twenty million!"

"After deducting the portion handed over to the Academy and my cut, you get a total of twenty million Gold Coins."

"Aweso, give it to !"

Yang Fei was overjoyed at once and lunged to snatch the card from Moran's hand.

However, Moran slipped away from his grab with effortless ease.

She looked at Yang Fei with a half-smile.

"What are you in such a hurry for? Did I say I was giving it to you?"

Yang Fei froze, eyes widening as he stared at Moran.

"What do you an? This is Fatty Master's hard-earned money."

The mont he thought of his Spiritual Fire being extracted and himself exhausted to the point of death, Yang Fei couldn't help feeling sorry for himself.

He patted his big bulging belly and glanced around in self-pity.

"Look at this, Fatty Master's already lost so much weight."

Moran couldn't help but giggle softly and quickly put the card away.

"You can have this twenty million Gold Coins, but only after we get back from the Doomsday Forest."

Yang Fei was shocked, realizing he'd been played by this little vixen.

He exploded in anger.

"Fuck, you're harsher than a capitalist, give back my blood and sweat money."

Moran squinted at Yang Fei with a smiling gaze; her proud chest almost poked right up to his face as her eyes flowed flirtatiously.

"I've already stated the conditions. Whether you want the money or not, that's up to you."

As she said this, Moran chuckled lightly, her enchanting eyes sweeping a glance at a certain part of Yang Fei.

"I don't dislike you. If you're willing, you can have once. But then the twenty million Gold Coins will be gone."

Looking into those eyes that could bewitch all living beings, Yang Fei almost pounced on her and took this little vixen right then and there.

But Yang Fei steeled himself and held back.

Judging from Moran's look, this whole body of fat on Fatty Master wasn't even enough for her to render lard from.

In the end, would it be this Little Demon doing Fatty Master, or Fatty Master doing her?

Thinking of this, Yang Fei swallowed a mouthful of saliva, his heart bleeding.

A full twenty million Gold Coins—who knew how many girls he could pick up with that? He couldn't just let this go.

Yang Fei gritted his teeth. "Fine, when are we leaving?"

Moran snapped her fingers proudly. "Tomorrow morning."

Yang Fei was taken aback. "That fast?"

Moran looked at him slyly.

"Speed is the key in war, the Doomsday Goddess has already appeared."

"If we don't hurry, once she fully accepts the Will of the World, I'm afraid all the Human Race powerhouses added together still won't be her match."

Thinking of the Doomsday Goddess, Yang Fei couldn't help shivering.

No matter what, he had to kill the Doomsday Goddess within the three-year deadline.

Otherwise, the great calamity of the Earth Space would arrive.

He straightened his chest. "Alright, we'll do it your way. We go and co back quickly."

Moran slanted a glance at Yang Fei, a mysterious light flickering in her eyes.

"I've noticed, whenever the Doomsday Goddess is ntioned, you always get fired up for no reason."

"Could it be you're the legendary Savior?"

Yang Fei was stunned, then burst out laughing.

"It's not too late for you to realize Fatty Master's identity now."

"Hand over all your bank cards and passwords, then strip naked, and Fatty Master can grant you eternal life."

Moran: "Get lost!"

With Moran's sharp rebuke, Yang Fei fled in disarray, weeping rivers in his heart.

Whenever everyone thinks Fatty Master is bullshitting, whatever Fatty Master says is actually damn true.

Yang Fei had just returned to the barracks dorm when he ran into Milan.

Milan was wearing a casual windbreaker, her long hair draped over her shoulders.

She was holding a thick stack of textbooks in her arms, waiting at the camp gate.

Milan's rosy cheeks radiated vigorous youth, and her porcelain-white skin was flushed with a rosy glow.

Her graceful, curvy figure made countless passing male cadets involuntarily turn their heads for another look.

Not far away, so people hid among the trees of the greenery belt, or peeped through window gaps, secretly watching Milan while chattering nonstop.

"See that? That's the number one Goddess of our Sai Enshi Academy's first year."

"Tsk tsk, if I could be her boyfriend, I'd be fine with living ten years less."

"I'm willing to live thirty years less, as long as I can go on one date with her."

"Tch, dream on, you guys. Know who her boyfriend is? It's that fatty, Guo Jing!"

...

The mont they heard "fatty Guo Jing," everyone couldn't help but suck in a breath of cold air, then sighed one after another.

That chubby, honest-looking guy had actually hooked up with Milan, the unanimously acknowledged first-year Goddess.

And the other Goddess, Nico, was also entangled with him in a ssy way.

The most jaw-dropping part was—

Milan and Nico could actually accept each other's existence and weren't angry or jealous at all.

People couldn't help but admire this fatty's skills.

Amid everyone's sighs, Yang Fei turned past the corner of the wall and imdiately saw Milan.

Milan's smile blood like a flower.

She walked up to him affectionately, helped the fatty smooth down his turned-up collar, and shot him a glare.

"Look at you, you can't even wear your clothes properly. If the instructor sees you, you'll get lectured again for sure."

The girl's voice was crisp and pleasant, like tinkling spring water.

But in everyone else's ears, it carried an indescribable sting.

Dammit, this fatty is so damn lucky!

A silly, signature grin appeared on Yang Fei's face.

"Milan, what brings you here? I was just about to go look for you."

Milan's heart skipped a beat, and her fair little face flushed red of its own accord.

She shyly glanced around. "What did you need for?"

The fatty grabbed Milan's hand.

"Co, co, I've got sothing for you."

Milan's face turned even redder.

This fatty didn't even care about the public setting and was tugging at her like this—what was that supposed to be?

But Milan didn't pull her hand back either.

She was like a tad Little Deer, obediently following the fatty to the corner of the barracks wall.

Milan glanced behind herself and the fatty.

She found countless pairs of eyes fixed on her and the fatty, and her pretty pink face flushed even redder.

"Here, I got this out of Professor Mo's lab. It'll do you a lot of good."

The fatty wasn't nearly as attentive as Milan.

He fished a small black box out of his pocket and presented it to Milan like a treasure.

Milan took the small black box, opened it for a look, and was instantly startled.

"Isn't this Blue Aurora gene fluid? This stuff is extrely precious, how did you get it?"

Inside the small black box, the blue gene fluid lay quietly like jelly, giving off a rich fragrance.

This Blue Aurora gene fluid, once taken by a Martial Artist, could enhance their speed.

On the market, just this small box of blue gene fluid was worth tens of thousands of Gold Coins, and even then it was hard to find.

Yang Fei chuckled and winked at Milan.

"I swiped it from Professor Mo's lab on the sly, didn't cost a cent."

This ti, Milan was even more shocked.

"Professor Moran is not soone you can ss with. If she finds out…"

At this point, Yang Fei raised a finger and pressed it against her lips.

"Relax, that's only if she finds out. How could Fatty Master let her discover sothing he stole?"

As Yang Fei spoke, he shoved the gene fluid box into Milan's hand, then said angrily,

"Even if she does find out, Fatty Master doesn't care. She still owes Fatty Master twenty million!"