Please stay away from me, protagonist

Chapter 149 The Queen of the Sea with Eight Boats at One Glance (8)

Tang Feng: "You are just a lunatic and a pervert."

The man nodded happily: "Go ahead, talk more, I love to listen."

After hearing this, Tang Feng was so angry that she wanted to beat him up to vent the anger that had been pent up in her heart.

But she knew she couldn't and would not do it, so she could only suppress her anger.

She lowered her head and didn't look at him.

This was the only resistance she could offer, but the man wouldn't even allow her to do so.

He stretched out his long arm and accurately pressed the back of her head, forcing her to look up at him.

She knew she couldn't resist, but she wanted him to see her determination to fight.

So I didn't try to turn my head away, but instead closed my eyes to express my disgust for him.

Don't you want me to look at you? I won't look at you.

But she didn't know that the man was a successful businessman.

He had set a trap long ago, just to achieve his goal.

no matter what the result is.

Even if she made a small profit, he would never lose money.

Sensing the constant disgust coming from her, he felt an extremely strong pleasure.

The pleasure made his body start to tremble, and his hands also shook constantly.

This is stimulated.

The pleasure swept through his body like a wave, but the human body's endurance is limited.

Once the tolerance threshold is exceeded, the body will collapse.

No matter what it is, the human body is a self-operating balance system and it will collapse once the balance is broken.

Pleasure is the feeling of adrenaline being stimulated.

So after getting pleasure, you will feel empty and your body will become heavy.

This is the price, a price the human body can bear.

But what he has now, his body can no longer bear.

It was obvious that he had gone too far and now he felt like his body was about to collapse.

He didn't know if it was an illusion, but he felt that his face was covered with blue veins, and there were cracks on his body and arms.

He knew that he must be very ugly now, like a monster.

He totally couldn't accept himself like this.

Out of an instinctive reaction to survive, he suddenly threw Tang Feng away, as if he was getting rid of some allergen.

Tang Feng was still confused when she was thrown, but she knew this was a good opportunity, so she jumped back and landed steadily on the ground.

Not even the dust on the ground was stirred up.

He looks like a well-known martial arts master.

But no, it was just her body's instinctive reaction.

Then she looked around nervously.

Clench your fists.

He looked warily at the men sitting high up on the platform.

She was afraid that they would come to disrupt the situation. Now they were just spectators, and it was still unclear whether they would be enemies or friends in the future.

Of course, the most likely possibility is that they are all enemies? Maybe they can be turned against each other, but can you tell if it is real or undercover?

So, she treated them all as enemies.

Several men on the podium looked at the farce below and just shook their heads, but did not leave the stage.

They believed he could handle it.

This is their long-standing trust.

It is also absolute confidence in oneself.

If he couldn't even resolve such a small matter, he wouldn't be their recognized big brother.

Of course, the ranking can be changed, and maybe next time he may not be it, but if he disagrees this time, doesn’t that mean that those who lost to him are also garbage?

So of course they would approve.

No one wants to admit that they are trash, right?

What’s more, these men are known as the chosen ones of heaven.

At this moment, the man who was enduring it felt that the stinging sensation was slowly fading away.

The cracks on his body, which he didn't know whether they were real or fake, also began to disappear.

He was finally able to stand up, his forehead now soaked with sweat.

The clothes on my body were almost soaked with sweat.

The blue veins on his body disappeared beneath the skin.

Before he could fully recover, someone suddenly spoke.

It is obvious that some people are no longer satisfied with being spectators and want to join the game.

Man: "Brother, you can't continue playing in your current physical condition. It's time to change people.

You should go back to the throne and take a rest. It’s time for me to play anyway.”

After hearing this, the man looked towards the platform.

The man holding a goblet and drinking red wine was also the man who spoke just now.

He sneered, not sure whether he was laughing at the man taking advantage of the situation or at his own misfortune.

But he knew what good could there be in a man who could play with him?

So, he can understand why someone would do such a thing. If it were him, he might have done the same.

He thought about it for a moment and quickly made a decision.

Although what he said was unpleasant, he was right. With his current physical condition, he definitely can't play.

Given his current physical condition, it would take at least 10 days to half a month for him to recover.

Therefore, she definitely didn't belong to him anymore.

Even if it wasn't him who came, it would be someone else.

So, he shouldn't have thought there was anything wrong with it and should have given in.

But who made him speak first? The decision was made for him before he made it. He hated it most when others did this.

This reminded him of the time when he was still weak and controlled by his parents.

That was the time he most wanted to forget.

The person who reminded him of this was the one standing on the opposite side of him. He should have called him an enemy, but after careful consideration, he felt that it was not worth it for the brothers to turn against each other just because of such a small matter.

Therefore, he did not intend to become his mortal enemy, but wanted to punish him.

In fact, it was best that he didn't say anything, because he was originally intended to be the second one. According to the order, he should have been the second one.

But letting him speak first made him feel bad.

I was already in a bad mood because of my bad performance, and he added fuel to the fire.

If I don't vent my anger, he will really think I'm a sick cat and the next round of sorting will begin.

You have to buy yourself some time this way.

So, doesn't he want to play alone?

What’s the point of just being spectators?

They all want to stay out of it, but I want to pull them in.

I am the only one that becomes their topic of conversation. Why should it be best if everyone is the same?

As for the seemingly fought-over, pampered playthings, what will happen to them? What does that have to do with me?

It's just a toy. If it doesn't work, just replace it. It's all the same anyway.

Thinking of this, an uncertain smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

Handsome and crazy.

Seeing that smile, everyone on the podium seemed to feel something?

I felt a strong sense of crisis.

I always feel like he is planning something again?

Is this an illusion?

What else can he do now that he is in this state? This must be an illusion.

A trace of blood suddenly flowed from the corner of the man's mouth.

What does this seem to foreshadow?

But they didn't care. The man licked his tongue slightly and swallowed the blood.

Then he said, "Pain, let's play a game?"

The man on the podium who was cueed stopped shaking his wine glass.

His gaze turned to the man beside him who was gasping in pain.

Said: "Pleasure, what do you want to do? I advise you to take a break."

The man said, "Are you afraid of pain? I knew you were afraid of losing. Sure enough, you are still that cowardly weakling. I shouldn't have saved you."