I Don't Want to Evolve After Being Transmigrated into Angewomon

Currently, only the Saber, Berserker, and Assassin groups have points, meaning only they can make a wish, while everyone else can only watch helplessly.

In the Saber group—

Kiritsugu Emiya still wants to accumulate points to modify the rules, so he naturally has no intention of making a wish right now.

Saber was somewhat tempted to try it, but seeing that Kiritsugu Emiya remained unmoved, she knew that even if she wanted to make a wish, she would be stopped.

Upon hearing this, the others wore strange smiles, but Yan Beishan, sitting in the main seat, turned pale, muttered announcing the meeting adjourned, and then left without a word.

Xu Jiangnan stared at Wei Jing in disbelief. In his memory, even though Wei Jing had a江湖气 (jianghu qi, a kind of chivalrous spirit), his speech still had the demeanor and restraint of a noble family. Such coarse language was really rare.

Due to the distance and the fact that the Flame Bow was not as powerful as before, the light it emitted did not last long before it dimmed, and there was no explosion. It also did not seem to attract the attention of the fire beast, which was fast asleep.

“Junior Brother Chang Feng has also taken the medicine, but his injury has been delayed for too long. A long-term illness can only be treated slowly. He is currently in seclusion, slowly digesting the medicinal effects to heal his condition. We have done all we can. Now it is up to him to recover.” Chang Xin stroked his beard and said softly.

Xu Jiangnan smiled crookedly, leaving no room for denial. Last night, aside from his own thoughts, what attracted him most was the identity of the governor. He hadn't yet figured out how to use it, but Qin Chen had directly blocked his path. Although his words were reasonable, he still felt somewhat uncomfortable.

Bai Yu was his beloved disciple, and he thought highly of him, planning to have him represent the sect in the Dragon Gate Grand Competition three years later.

Lin Jian clenched his fists, one fist held out in front of him and the other tucked into his chest. He faced Qin Shou sideways, his legs half-bent and half-extended, like two taut springs, ready to spring into action.

Old Qiu turned around, rubbed his cheeks, looking quite old, and gazed at the north with a worried expression.

Gu Qingyan, dressed in red, looked beautiful and charming, and also wore the insignia of the Spark Mercenary Group.

Although everyone present was a billionaire, they also knew that if this medicine could truly cure all diseases, even terminal illnesses, its price would be astronomical.

In other words, from then on, Qinglong was just a puppet of Ye Feng. Ye Feng had become his master, and he would not hesitate to cut off his own head if Ye Feng asked him to commit suicide.

After the Japanese are driven out, will the Kuomintang and the Communist Party truly shake hands and make peace? If not, when Father learns of his true identity, we father and son will truly break off relations, and may even become enemies.

The two men, around twenty-seven or twenty-eight years old, were transferred by Xu Jiaming. They had a calm demeanor and a stern expression. Since arriving here, they had not spoken much and seemed to follow Xu Jiaming's arrangements in everything.

Of course, Zhao Ming finally breathed a sigh of relief. He had been worried that Xiao Tian wouldn't be able to handle the two of them.

A burst of light suddenly erupted from the Soul Suppressing Tower, then dimmed again. The magic core that Yi Wubai had placed in the Soul Suppressing Tower had disappeared. The Soul Suppressing Tower was indeed slightly stronger.

Their strengths are roughly equal, their resources are the same, and the training time they gain from suppressing the evil spirits outside is also about the same.

Without hesitation, the four took out the fragments they had obtained.

After all four boxes turned to face the center, the sound of flowing water immediately came from below the dark room, followed by the sound of a mechanism turning. Then, four strangely shaped grooves appeared on the four walls.

"Bang!" The dining table was immediately smashed to pieces, and the big man fell to the ground, unconscious.

The characters on it are very delicate, and there are traces of blood in the writing. There are two traditional Chinese characters written on it, one is "兴" and the other is "戬".