[{"data":1,"prerenderedAt":-1},["ShallowReactive",2],{"origin-what-s-wrong-with-me-being-the-last-to-get-rich":3,"chapter-what-s-wrong-with-me-being-the-last-to-get-rich-what-s-wrong-with-me-being-the-last-to-get-rich-chapter-130":6},{"origin":4,"title":5},"chinese","What's Wrong with Me Being the Last to Get Rich?",{"chapter":7,"nextChapterSlug":19,"prevChapterSlug":20,"totalChapters":21,"novelImage":22},{"id":8,"novel_id":9,"title":10,"slug":11,"index":12,"content":13,"wordcount":14,"created_at":15,"updated_at":15,"volume":16,"translator":17,"content_hash":18},2272707,4439,"Chapter 130: 127 Local Protection (5k)","what-s-wrong-with-me-being-the-last-to-get-rich-chapter-130",130,"\u003Cp>Yu Xing thought the “Meidi Zisha Pot” was a minor issue.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>So, his “Bai Xiaosheng” account did not take the job, but instead let the user post it themselves, merely calculating the auspicious time and suggesting March 15.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Perhaps because of this special timing, or perhaps due to the lingering echoes of the “Tang Jun incident,” the matter drew considerable attention on the Bai Xiaosheng website, and was later republished by NetEase on the evening of the 15th.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This matter was not complicated.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Each time the mask was removed, it was an intensely joyful yet painful process. Joy came from encountering someone or something that allowed one to take off the mask; pain arose from peeling away a mask fused into flesh and blood—such a decisive act! Tears streamed from your eyes, a smile curled at your lips, hard-won and willingly given.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“No! I believe Le’er—they’re still alive, they won’t let us down!” Qinglian Immortal shook her head, insisting on staying.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Su Nian’an never expected this—he widened his eyes, lips slightly parted, and he seized the chance, his tongue gliding between her lips, softly sucking.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Daoists Gu Qingyang and Taiyi paid me no heed, merely speaking among themselves! At that moment, the twelve Miao knives and all the “Bada Lu” had retreated behind me.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hearing Rong Yue’s cry, Qiu Xuan instinctively turned his head—and suddenly saw a sharp dagger, its blade shimmering with black light, hurtling toward him. He barely moved to dodge when his body was violently shoved aside.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As soon as the two drank the potion, they instantly grew drowsy; in their final moments of fading consciousness, Shen Tianlan understood—the potion was equivalent to modern anesthesia.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The black spear, its terrifying aura—everything froze in place. A fearsome power hovered in the air, as if ready to explode at any moment.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>When he went downstairs, he found Li Huimin had brought two servants with food. Within a single day, her lover had become Grandpa, and Li Huimin still couldn’t adjust—she couldn’t bring herself to call him “Grandma Grandpa,” only casting him a faintly mournful glance.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yet he still gave no reaction—he simply picked her up and carried her out. An Nianchu turned back to look at the room she’d just left, a sour ache rising in her chest. What was she thinking? She was just imagining things.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His wide, snow-white robe trailed on the ground, dark silk shimmering like a clear bright moon, burning through the endless sky.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Those eyes were like a drawn peerless sword—deadly sharp, utterly chilling—as they fixed on Ye Li.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Su Luoluo noticed Ye Qiu was truly different now. Before, at least, she had seen a hint of youthfulness in Ye Qiu—but now, she could no longer fathom him at all.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chu Shanhe had barely touched the divine light surrounding Ye Zixuan when he was repelled—just a tremor, and he could not advance an inch further.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Demon Lord sneered coldly and retreated into the pool, devouring Meng Po’s power while absorbing the spiritual spring’s energy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Hehe, see how you run now?” Zhao Ronghua glared fiercely at Ning Xi, his gaze ruthless.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Qi Yun practiced a few times, familiarizing himself with the Taiji Diagram’s current application and power, then stowed it away. Further gradual refinement and cultivation would still be needed—but that was a slow, patient process, not something achievable overnight.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Keep in mind, if Lin Chengqi’s description of the raw materials was accurate, then the temperature inside the forge was now comparable to the surface of the sun—a terrifying heat.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ye Zixuan’s inner power subtly shifted; just as he reached out to touch the Medicine King Cauldron, a dangerous aura came from behind him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I know—even in strategy, I can’t match you,” He Quan said with a bitter smile.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>When fully armed Lin Chengqi leapt from the yacht’s deck and landed firmly on the ground, the earth sank over ten centimeters, accompanied by a sound like tearing cloth.\u003C\u002Fp>",654,"2026-06-19T22:51:34.189Z",1,"Qwen3-Next 80B","1321b4035c6b3d2396489ef1564c4a78fbf1294f0232dc39d57c9fd817c30e38","what-s-wrong-with-me-being-the-last-to-get-rich-chapter-131","what-s-wrong-with-me-being-the-last-to-get-rich-chapter-129",328,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fwhat-s-wrong-with-me-being-the-last-to-get-rich-cover.jpg"]