What! The Wives in My Dreams Are Real? novel Chapter 878

“If this had happened an hour ago, Ye Yu wouldn’t dare to shout like that—Qiao Wensong would have torn him to pieces at once!”

“If a mantis is just a mantis, then fine—but to add ‘little’ before it cuts straight into his hidden pain.”

“This concerns a male demon’s pride; it’s not to be taken lightly!”

“But now, Qiao Wensong didn’t act—he even became all the more cautious!”

“There was no choice: the Divine-Steed Mind-Control Art had left too deep a shadow in his heart.”

“To control someone at the peak Demon King Realm with only Demon Lord Realm cultivation—such a thing was utterly inconceivable!”

“Even Qiao Wensong, raised in the Sanctuary, had never heard of such a marvel.”

“So he had every reason to suspect Ye Yu came from a terrifying place, with secrets even the Sanctuary hadn’t learned.”

“But none of that mattered now; the important question was how to respond!”

“This man was so reckless; he must have unknown trump cards yet to play.”

“Retreating seemed the only sensible choice.”

“But in front of his nephew, his boasts were already made!”

“To leave now would be to bury his face in the dust!”

“Qiao Wensong could not tolerate that, and fell into deep torment.”

“Beside him, Shang Jinleng had had enough.” 𝒇𝙧𝙚𝓮𝙬𝙚𝓫𝒏𝓸𝓿𝓮𝒍.𝓬𝙤𝓶

“If you really are my uncle, then go fight him! Teach him a lesson!”

“Irritated, Qiao Wensong snapped, “Shut up!””

“Shang Jinleng instinctively pressed his hand to his face.”

“He was nearly driven to madness by the beating.”

“Fear flickered in his eyes whenever he looked at Qiao Wensong.”

“Well, if you won’t say it, then fine. Big deal!”

“Shang Jinleng withdrew half a step, but fixed his gaze on Nangong Jingtang.”

“The thirty thousand years of sealed suffering—he could never forget.”

“No matter what Qiao Wensong planned next, Shang Jinleng would never let Nangong Jingtang leave alive. That was his bottom line.”

“At that moment, Ye Yu judged the time was right and opened his eyes.”

“He saw the pointer had landed on a very small slot.”

“The characters inside were tiny—impossible to read without peering closely.”

“Ye Yu’s heart leapt with joy.”

“Usually, the rarer the prize, the smaller its slot.”

“Could it be that this Divine-Tier Lottery had drawn an unprecedented super prize?”

“Ye Yu squinted hard at the tiny letters, his face flushing red.”

“Damn it!”

“The small slot bore four words:”

“‘Thank you for your patronage!’”

“System, get out here right now!”

“This was too unfair!”

“With Earth-Tier draws I could forgive a ‘thank you for your patronage’—it cost only a thousand Justice Points.”

“But Divine-Tier cost ten thousand! Do you know how hard that is to earn?”

“This is outrageous—this is rigged!”

“As Ye Yu vented his fury, the pointer jumped forward two slots—”

“It turned out he had opened his eyes too quickly, before the wheel fully stopped.”

“The pointer landed on a red slot:”

“‘Hundred Thousand Years of Hard Cultivation!’”

“In an instant, surging demonic energy converged from all directions.”

Tsk tsk tsk, Ye Yu mused: perhaps I judged the system too harshly just now. But now that we’re on familiar terms, it shouldn’t mind!

Justice Points: XXX!

The same formation—will I be dominated again?

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