His Superpowered Sweetheart/C3 The Helplessness of both of Them
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C3 The Helplessness of both of Them

The moment the two of them arrived, Faang Xue pulled Yan Xiaoke to a chair for her to sit on.

"Snow, my feet aren't sore at all right now. Why don't you sit down!" As soon as Yan Xiaoke's butt touched the chair, she stood up.

"Little Ke, my feet aren't sore right now, so you should just sit there!" Faang Xue put her hand on Yan Xiaoke's shoulder and pushed her down, letting her sit down in the chair again.

Yan Xiaoke smiled and sat down on a chair.

Faang Xue had been her only friend since she was young and was also her only friend in two lifetimes. Other than her previous aunts, she was the only one who truly treated her well. Therefore, it was great to have a friend like her.

"Ouch!" The people these days were truly laughable. They were already quite old, yet they still had the nerve to come over. "With such thick skin, are you not afraid of laughing to death?" At this time, two girls walked over. One of them, a round-faced girl with a cute appearance, looked at Yan Xiaoke with a face full of ridicule and said,

When Faang Xue heard someone mocking Little Ke like that, she immediately gave up. Pointing at the girl, she angrily said, "Hey! I say, how do you speak? Are you here to cause trouble? "

"Snow, forget it. Don't bother about it." Yan Xiaoke immediately pulled Faang Xue's arm, smiled and said:

Actually, she also wanted to stand up and scold that girl a few times. But who told them to be weak ordinary people without superpowers? Thus, he really could not afford to cause any trouble, even if the other party was just an ordinary person.

"Ouch!" This aunt is quite tactful? Since it's like this, hurry up and show me the chair you're sitting on! " Just as Yan Xiaoke finished her sentence, the girl immediately said arrogantly:

"That's right, hurry up and bring out the chair for Xiaoli to sit on. Then get the hell out of here. Humph! Even though he was already so old, he still came to occupy everyone's resting resources. The guard at the door is really something, an auntie like you actually let you in. " The girl with small eyes beside the girl also said arrogantly:

"You guys …" Faang Xue's face turned red with anger at their words. She wanted to curse back a few words, but was interrupted by Yan Xiaoke who stood up from her chair.

"Snow, stop talking. Let's go somewhere else!" As Yan Xiaoke spoke, she pulled Faang Xue away from this place.

The moment Yan Xiaoke and the others left, the girl called Xiaoli smirked and sat down on the chair that Yan Xiaoke had been sitting on with an arrogant look on her face.

Yan Xiaoke pulled Faang Xue to a corner where there were fewer people. Only then did she let go of Faang Xue's hand, looked at her helpless and angry face, and said with a smile: "What's wrong, you're still angry! Alright! "Don't be angry, if you continue, that pretty face of yours won't be beautiful anymore."

"Little Ke, I really admire you. Every time something like this happens, you're always like this. Don't you feel really not angry at all? " As Faang Xue spoke, she lowered her shoulders helplessly.

Since she was young, Little Ke had always been like this. Every time she was bullied, she would always act like a coward.

"So what if I'm angry? Fighting with someone, then returning home covered in injuries, then letting my dad beat me up again? Snow, I know you think I'm weak, but who told me to be ordinary? So! In order to live a little longer, we have to do less than we can, and endure as much as we can. " Yan Xiaoke still smiled and said:

However, her tone revealed a sense of helplessness, causing Faang Xue to feel sad.

"Little Ke, why are we all weak ordinary people? If we had superpowers, even the worst, that would be good! That way, our lives will not seem so passive and helpless. " As Faang Xue spoke, she crouched down dejectedly.

Actually, she understood Little Ke's cowardice, because her situation was not any better than Little Ke's. If she was also an Adept, then her parents wouldn't have treated her as if she were transparent, and her love with Big Brother Yun Feng wouldn't have been so difficult.

Faang Xue's words made Yan Xiaoke feel dejected.

Speaking of which, he was really unlucky. He had lived two lifetimes in a world where the strong ate the weak, and the strong were respected. Not only was she unable to cultivate, but even her lifeless physique was the same, causing her to have to live in fear for two lifetimes.

He looked around and saw the spiritual qi that only he could see, drilling into his body with all his might.

Yan Xiaoke was really complaining! "He was born to absorb spiritual energy, but because he didn't have spiritual roots, he was forced to reconcile with him at a cheap price. It was too unfair. How could he have such a trashy physique?

"2098, Xiao Hong, Incubation Points: 80." At this moment, a mechanical voice resounded from the broadcast.

As the mechanical voice stopped broadcasting, the big hall of the football field suddenly boiled over.

Although it was only the 80 with the lowest nurturing index that had just reached the body constitution of the birth mother, there were too few girls that had the body constitution of a birth mother. At most, one or two out of ten thousand people had the body constitution of a birth mother. Therefore, how could the girls in the whole hall not be excited and jealous!

birth mother Indicator

80 Bottom

90--100 General

110--120 Medium

130--140 High

150--160Height

170--180Ultra high

Looking at the girls' envious faces, Yan Xiaoke still couldn't figure it out no matter how long she thought about it.

Why was it even worse than a concubine with Cultivation World? Why was a birth mother as good as goods made a girl with no supernatural ability so envious? Don't they think that birth mother is very pitiful and does not have any dignity?

"Little Ke, if only I could have 80 nurturing points." At this time, Faang Xue's face was also filled with envy as she said in a low voice,

"Snow, don't worry. Maybe after you finish testing, it will be a high level nurturing index." Yan Xiaoke said that though.

But in her heart, she hoped that Faang Xue didn't have any value for breeding birth mother. If that was the case, Faang Xue could find an ordinary person to lead a bland life.

Hey! In this world, there was a strange social rule, and that was that all men with special abilities would marry women with special abilities.

It was only because a woman with special abilities could not bear children, that a man would buy birth mother to give birth to children.

It was also because of these social rules that Yan Xiaoke had always been unoptimistic about Faang Xue's and Luh Yunfeng's relationship, and now, she was even less willing to see Faang Xue follow Luh Yunfeng as a birth mother. After all, how much could a selling birth mother be treasured by others?

"I don't want to test for a high grade birth mother's physique, it's not like you don't know what kind of virtue my parents have. If I test for a high grade birth mother, then they will definitely go to the auction and set up a auction for me." Faang Xue pouted and stood up.

Then, he continued: "You have to know, every time a high level birth mother appears, the great clans are always fighting as if they don't need any money. In the face of such huge benefits, how could my parents sell me to Big Brother Yun Feng at the normal price? "

Description of high index birth mother

The higher the birth rate, the greater the chances of having a child with a special ability. Furthermore, the higher the birth rate of the child with special ability, the higher the aptitude and talent of the child with special ability.

Therefore, whenever a birth mother with a high breeding target appeared, all the great clans would not hesitate to pay a high price in order to obtain it.

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