Game of Thrones

"Dad, you're not bad either," Wang Ming said with a smile.

"So what if you temporarily possess the power of the Sacred Ancient Flame Dragon? If you don't know how to use it, it's just useless!"

"Stop pretending. I know. You're all show and no substance," Wang Ming said dismissively.

Wang Jing: "..."

No one knows a father better than his son.

Wang Jing's tone immediately softened. "Son, Dad wants to discuss something with you."

"Go ahead, I'm listening."

"How about we call it a day? You can return the Contract Beast to Dad, and we'll take care of all the housework from now on, okay?"

"..."

After a moment of silence, Wang Ming said, "You said it, you can't go back on your word."

"Don't you trust your dad?"

Wang Ming paused in his steps. "Now that you mention it, I suddenly remember something else."

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"You can't use force to make me change my address anymore, and you have to do all the housework! You're also not allowed to use your position to settle personal scores!"

Wang Jing: "..."

Has the child become so distrustful of him?

As a father, I really need to reflect on this.

"I see."

"That's good."

Wang Ming nodded in satisfaction, then handed the Eye of God to Wang Jing.

"How do I release it?" Wang Jing asked after obtaining the Eye of God.

"Huh? I don't know how." Wang Ming looked bewildered.

He was just trying it out, but who knew Ling Yuan would give him such a big surprise.

Wang Jing: "..."

He has an urge to slap him to death right now.

How could you seal his Contract Beast inside without knowing anything?

Afternoon

Ling Yuan savored the coconut milk with great relish.

After listening to Qiqi's story, I don't know why, but I really wanted to drink it.

It's a pity it's a straw; if it were a real person... he would just put it in his mouth.

"Brother Ling Yuan, I'm back."

The door opened

Ranran dragged her tired body in.

Looking at Ranran sitting down beside him, Ling Yuan hugged her and asked, "How did things go with your uncle?"

Ranran, leaning against Ling Yuan's chest, closed her eyes. "It's alright, but I still can't quite accept it."

"It's okay, take it slow, there's always a period of adjustment."

As he spoke, Ling Yuan handed the half-finished coconut juice to Ranran.

Ranran showed no hesitation or disgust, and bit into the straw that Ling Yuan had chewed flat.

"It tastes good."

"Drink more if you like."

Bang bang bang

Suddenly

There was a sudden knock on the door.

"Why am I so popular as soon as I come back?"

Helpless, Ling Yuan got up to open the door.

As soon as the door opened, the Wang Family father and son were seen.

"Uncle Wang."

Ling Yuan laughed heartily.

"Ling Yuan, can you explain this to me?" Wang Jing went straight to the point, taking out the Eye of God.

"Huh? The Eye of God, why do you have this, Uncle Wang!" Ling Yuan seemed particularly surprised by this.

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"Isn't this the one you gave to Wang Ming?" Wang Jing asked blankly.

"How could that be? How could I possibly have something like the Eye of God?" Ling Yuan quickly shook his head.

Wang Jing: "..."

Wang Ming pointed at Ling Yuan's waist with a dead fish-like gaze. "Ling Yuan, when you're trying to shift the blame, please put away those six Eyes of God on your waist."

Ling Yuan was stunned. He looked at his waist and saw six Primal Gnosis eyes.

"Tsk."

Seeing that his deeds had been exposed, Ling Yuan stopped pretending.

The Wang Family father and son. "..."

"Ling Yuan, stop playing around. My Contract Beast is sealed inside. How do I break the seal?" Wang Jing said helplessly.

This was a friend who had been with him for half his life.

"Simple."

Ling Yuan took the Eye of God into his hand.

Click!

A cracking sound rang out.

The next second, the Eye of God was crushed by Ling Yuan.

In an instant, a surge of energy entered Wang Jing's body.

"You're back..."

Looking at the contract markings that were now gleaming again, Wang Jing almost burst into tears.

"Alright, you two can go back now if there's nothing else." Seeing that he had finished, Ling Yuan waved his hand.

He still has to go and hug his daughter Ranran.

"Etc."

Wang Jing quickly replied.

"Is there anything else, Uncle Wang?" Ling Yuan asked.

Wang Jing rubbed his hands together, somewhat embarrassed, and asked, "What do you think about the National University Contract Competition?"

Wang Jing still can't forget this incident.

Remembering the ID card that had been delivered that morning, Ling Yuan said, "I will participate."

"That's good. I'm entrusting my good-for-nothing son to you."

Wang Ming stood obediently to the side.

Dad's back to his old self, so he'll have to behave himself again.

Chapter 350 Game of Thrones

"Each team needs six players to participate."

"Don't worry, I've already chosen the right people." Ling Yuan blinked.

He gave me a mysterious look.

Xia Ranran fell into deep thought.

After a long silence, he slowly said, "Brother Ling Yuan, it's not okay to ask for outside help."

"Who said we hired outside help? I guarantee they're all from the same school." Ling Yuan held up four fingers and said.

Looking at Ling Yuan, Xia Ranran sighed.

She felt that the competition would end soon.

After telling Ranran, Ling Yuan went out.

He has already selected several people.

First of all, Little Lingxi definitely needs it, and the transfer procedures should already be in progress.

Next are Xiao Shi, Wang Ming, Kiana, and himself.

Ling Yuan, who was counting on his fingers, was stunned.

So, there's still one missing.

"Huh? How could I forget about her?"

Looking at the people in his contacts, Ling Yuan's pupils lit up instantly.

A month has passed since I gave the system the time; I wonder how much it has grown since then.

Thinking it over, I put my phone away.

He took a step forward and stepped directly into the torn space.

Those around were slightly shocked, then left with envious and jealous looks and muttering.

"System, do you know where they are?"

Within the Imaginary Space, Ling Yuan asked.

"Ding! Miss Han has traveled to another world through the Transmigrator Chat Group System."

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"They're even playing with time travel now?" Ling Yuan asked in surprise.

In which world?

"A Western medieval epic fantasy world that the master is familiar with, called 'Game of Thrones'."

"Dragon Mom?"

Upon hearing the name, Ling Yuan instinctively responded.

"Ding! Yes."

Why did she run there?

System: "In the transmigrator group chat, there is a transmigrator who has been reincarnated into the world of 'Game of Thrones' and has become a minor lord in the North."

"The Night King is now leading his army of the dead south."

"..."

Ling Yuan understood after hearing that.

This is a classic case of resorting to reinforcements when you can't win a fight.

He himself, as the Group Owner, has experienced this many times.

"In that world, she should be able to handle it easily, right?" Ling Yuan asked.

"Ding! Not necessarily. Although Miss Han's strength is comparable to that of the gods in that world, the army of the dead is vast, and she may become exhausted."