Unrivaled Miracle Doctor: The God-Defying Demonic Consort-Chapter 107: Have You Ever Played Thirty-Person, Thirty-One-Leg? (1)

That day, 670 people were selected as candidates for Mu Qingge’s Personal Guard.

She had told Mu Xiong that ten days later, 170 people would be sent back.

Today is the tenth day.

Early in the morning, Mu Qingge came out of the Alchemy Room, freshened herself up, took Mo Yang with her, and left the mansion, arriving at a vast place where the Mu Family Army was stationed.

The 670 people stood neatly in formation. According to Mu Qingge’s instructions, they had removed their armor, leaving only their close-fitting clothes and military boots.

These youths had youthful faces but had gained some sunshine and iron-blooded toughness from the battlefield.

Mu Qingge scanned the group and felt somewhat satisfied with her selections.

As long as they could withstand her training, she would lead them to new heights and give them a completely different world.

"Mo Yang, are the things prepared?" Mu Qingge asked the Mo Yang beside her.

Mo Yang stepped forward, holding a cloth bag, and said to Mu Qingge, "Little Lord, everything is ready."

"Good." Mu Qingge nodded slightly and instructed, "Distribute them."

Mo Yang walked towards the group of 670 people with the cloth bag. Amidst the crowd’s surprise, he opened the bag and took out what was inside.

"Strips of cloth?"

Taking the objects handed over by Mo Yang, everyone became even more bewildered. 𝗳𝚛𝚎𝚎𝘄𝕖𝕓𝕟𝕠𝚟𝚎𝕝.𝗰𝕠𝐦

That day, they had stood out in Little Lord’s strange selection process, originally thinking they would immediately become her trusted aides. Unexpectedly, Little Lord had left them to wait for ten days.

They endured the strange looks from other comrades and various unpleasant speculations for those ten days, appearing here today.

Now, Little Lord gave each of them a strip of cloth. What was she playing at?

Could it be, as others suggested, that Little Lord wasn’t looking for a Personal Guard but just wanted playmates of the same age?

Instantly, everyone holding the strips of cloth wore peculiar expressions.

After distributing the strips, Mo Yang did not return to Mu Qingge’s side but stood at the edge of the formation.

Noticing the expressions on everyone’s faces, Mu Qingge smiled and said, "Now, if anyone wishes to withdraw and does not want to become my trusted aide, you may leave, and I will not pursue it."

Her words caused a stir.

Those who were already indecisive became even more conflicted.

Soon, people began to leave the lineup one after another, looking somewhat guilty towards Mu Qingge.

When the last person who wanted to leave stepped out of the line, only 537 people remained.

In other words, Mu Qingge still needed to eliminate 37 people.

She could not allow any leaks of her training, so she preferred to spend additional effort selecting 500 people before starting the training. And once these 500 people were chosen, they had to follow her for a lifetime.

If anyone betrayed her, she would send them off personally.

A trace of cold ruthlessness flashed in her clear eyes. Mu Qingge walked towards the remaining 537 people and suddenly smiled, "Have you played thirty people, thirty-one feet?"

What is thirty people, thirty-one feet? They were not centipedes.

The remaining people all looked bewildered.

No one knew, but Mu Qingge had already anticipated this. If anyone did know, it would have indeed surprised her.

"Thirty people, thirty-one feet, means you form groups freely, with thirty people in each group. The nine remaining people will be dispersed among the other nine groups. After forming groups, line up and bind your feet together in pairs," Mu Qingge explained to everyone. Then she pointed to a flag a hundred meters away in the distance and said, "Then, you walk to the flag, and pulling it out counts as success. Before nightfall, the fastest five hundred people will be my Personal Guard, and the remaining thirty-seven will be eliminated. Of course, because of the numbers, it will be difficult to select exactly thirty-seven people. Once a team succeeds, the remaining formations will change their numbers until the slowest thirty-seven people are eliminated."