[Douluo] Xue Ji Chuchen

To the northwest of the Star Dou Forest, the largest city in the southwest of the Tiandou Empire, luxuriously decorated carriages were driving in twos and threes towards the most luxurious entertainment venue in the city - Tianluo Theater. The carriages stopped one after another in front of a vermilion gate with intricate carvings, which were obviously of great value. People in luxurious clothes sat down leisurely under the guidance of the attendants.

The stands are divided into upper and lower floors. The lower floor has regular individual seats, while the upper floor is much more luxurious. People who can go to the second floor must not only be rich, but also have a certain status. Ordinary businessmen can Can't come up.

The second floor is suspended above, supported by several white jade pillars. The pillars are carved with exquisite patterns. Inside the floor, tables made of fine sandalwood are placed at random, and the tables are neatly arranged. Exquisite teapots or wine bottles are carved with small flowers, all exuding a luxurious atmosphere.

"Welcome to the Tianluo Theater," a lively and somewhat joking voice came from below the spacious and luxurious stands. The performance began, and the packed audience slowly began to boil.

About halfway through the performance, on the high stage of the theater, a few men in simple black clothes pulled up a thin rope. The silvery thin rope was dangling lonely in the air. At the same time, about A dozen girls in pink and yellow costumes were brought to the high platform. Obviously, the next show is the high wire.

The girls who were brought to the high platform were all young, half of them were around twelve or thirteen years old, while the rest were obviously younger. The group was led by two middle-aged men, the stewards of the theater, holding whips and driving the girls fiercely, "Quickly, others, show me the scene and be honest, otherwise no one will help you if you fall down in the future." Collect the bodies.”

The older girl was a performer, so she didn't have much resistance, but the younger girl couldn't adapt to such a scene. She was trembling while being forced to come to the high platform. At the end of the team was a blue-haired girl who was about six years old. She was small in stature, and her clothes were in tatters. A bracelet with a very strange pattern on her left wrist was hidden under her long sleeves. She had a gray face.

Unlike her panicked companions, the girl's expression was calm, and her dark eyes were bright and powerful. She was not afraid at all, but mixed with a bit of hidden anger and maturity that was inconsistent with her age. She seemed particularly out of place in the atmosphere of fear and depression. Glancing at the middle-aged man in front of her, the blue-haired girl walked to the edge of the high platform as if there was no one around, defiantly and disdainfully.

"You, stand over," the whip reflecting the black oil struck the blue-haired girl mercilessly.

The girl remained motionless and silent, staring gloomily at the man who was showing his teeth and claws. She took a step forward and reached out her hand to grab the whip with precision. Holding the whip, her eyes suddenly became sharp, the veins in her right hand bulged, and an almost invisible flow of light appeared in her palm. She swung back and tried to snatch the whip from the steward's hand.

The steward sneered and swung his right hand outward. After all, the girl was still young and lacked strength. She was thrown several meters away and hit the ground heavily. Her sleeves, which were neither long nor short, were slightly rolled up, revealing her clothes. The lower whip marks are interlaced purple and black. With a cold look on her face, she turned over and jumped up. Still without saying a word, she silently confronted the steward.

The steward sneered and raised the whip, and was about to whip it when a purple figure stopped him, "Forget it, forget it, it's only been a month since I arrived, and I'm still a little wild. If I stay for a long time, there will be nothing left."

The speaker was a woman of about 50 to [-] years old, dressed in purple, who could be considered a senior "old man" in the theater, and was responsible for the girl's training. She stood in front of the hedgehog-like blue-haired girl and persuaded, "The performance will start soon, and this child needs to be taught slowly."

"Let you go for now," the steward turned and threatened. The blue-haired girl snorted, sat cross-legged, and closed her eyes.

The host's voice sounded, and the high-altitude tightrope show began. The girls, who had changed into performance costumes, held long poles, stepped onto the rope in order, and walked to the opposite side tremblingly in the wind. The wind was strong, causing the iron rope to sway constantly. There was no protection under the iron rope, except for two masked men in gray standing in the middle.

The two masked men are the soul masters of the theater. They are responsible for guarding against accidents in the audience. To be precise, they are responsible for picking up people. Girls who can perform on the tightrope naturally have the ability to complete the whole process, but there are always some very few. Condition.

Falling from a high altitude, neither the person who falls nor the soul master who picks him up is guaranteed to be unscathed, and may even endanger his life. However, the owner of the theater does not care about this, and even treats it as another good show. Most of the audience who can come to the theater to watch are respectable nobles, and they naturally don't care about this. Compared to the gentle sideshows, the nobles prefer the bloody fight between humans and spirit beasts in the Colosseum.

Occasionally, cheers came from the stands. The three girls arrived at the finish line one after another, and the performance went smoothly. Unfortunately, the accident happened when the fourth girl got on the rope. The fourth girl is about 12 years old. She is the youngest among the performers and has performed the least number of times. However, she still has the ability to walk on the tightrope. Of course, the prerequisite is that there is no problem with her body.

Before the whole performance started, she had already felt obvious physical discomfort and asked the steward to withdraw from the performance. However, the steward, who only had interests in his eyes, would not care about this. He said "Anyway, someone will catch you if you fall." The request was dismissed. She could only walk up to the high platform bravely. The cold wind on the high platform greatly increased her dizziness. After all three friends passed by, she was already in a trance.

Sure enough, standing next to the tightrope, as soon as she stepped onto the rope, she shrank back as if she had been electrocuted. Although she was young, she had been training for several years. Whether it was the pin-pricking pain in her brain or her almost weak legs, she was told that she would definitely fall if she climbed up the rope.

"Go up," the steward in black swung his whip at the cowering girl.

The girl grunted in pain and trembled all over, but she no longer dared to take a step forward. She could only plead softly: "I'm really sick, I will fall down."

"Someone is following you." The steward turned a deaf ear to the girl's begging, "Come up."

No one was seen on the tightrope, and the audience in the venue had already made some noises of dissatisfaction. The steward kicked the girl to the ground, kicked her a few more times, and threatened, "Get up, or else now Just throw you down."

The other girls on the high platform moved back timidly, not daring to let out a breath. The girl who had finished her performance wanted to plead for her companions, but was afraid of the unpredictable steward, who was afraid of bringing trouble to herself, so she remained silent.

"Please, I must perform more shows when I get better," the girl begged again. The steward stepped forward and dragged the pale girl directly to the edge of the high platform.

The high platform in the theater is very cleverly constructed. The audience's field of vision extends up to two or three meters near the beginning of the iron rope. They can just see the performers' preparations throughout the process, but cannot see other people behind them. When the steward dragged the girl to the high platform, the waiting audience happened to see the two people and let out bursts of exclamations, mixed with several cheers and cheers.

The steward smiled cruelly and was about to kick the girl down when a very cold voice suddenly sounded, "I'll help her."

After pausing for a moment, the steward turned his head and saw that a small yellow figure had jumped up from one side of the high platform, and then landed lightly on the iron rope.

On the swaying iron rope, a yellow figure easily reached the opposite side in a very short time as if walking on flat ground. Without any pause, the figure turned around and jumped onto the iron rope and came back.

The originally noisy stands had become much quieter, and the audience's eyes were invariably focused on the flying yellow in the air. Before everyone could recover, the figure who had been walking back and forth on the iron rope had returned to the high platform and walked to the corner without saying a word. The steward took a closer look and saw that it was the blue-haired girl who had just contradicted him.

There was a moment of silence in the stands, then bursts of applause suddenly erupted, and some good-hearted people even shouted "One more." Although the steward was doubtful, his ecstasy quickly overshadowed his doubts. He had not encountered such a lively atmosphere for a long time. The happier the audience is, the more benefits he will naturally get.

With a smile on his face, he proudly pointed at the girl and said: "Go, go again, and I won't pursue today's matter."

Among the noisy voices, no one noticed that several greedy eyes had been cast on the blue-haired girl on the high platform in the center of their eyes.

Everyone could tell that the girl was only five or six years old, but she could move the ropes with ease and speed that even the most skilled performers in the theater could not achieve. Obviously, the girl on the high platform must have extraordinary talent, which naturally attracted the attention of some people in the field.

The girl standing on the edge of the high platform didn't know how many suspicious looks her simple leap had attracted. She just looked at her pale companions beside her calmly and jumped onto the iron rope indifferently.

Perhaps it was because the audience cheered so enthusiastically that in the past, the two stewards, who had always cursed after the performance, for the first time did not make too much trouble. They took the girls back to their residence, locked the iron door happily, and left. .

There was silence in the prison-like room. The girls stared at the blue-haired girl who shocked everyone today, but no one spoke.

They vaguely remembered that the blue-haired girl was brought in alone about a month ago. In one month, they watched the new arrival receive countless beatings, but they never saw her shed a tear, nor did they see her submissive to the manager.

The way to survive in the theater is to surrender. Although the girls admired them a little, they did not dare to cause trouble. They lived under the same roof for nearly a month. Except for a few occasional conversations, they did not even mention their names. At this moment, they wanted to ask, but they didn't know how to ask.

Feeling a little uncomfortable, the blue-haired girl with a calm face spoke first, and her voice was unexpectedly clear and pleasant, "What are you looking at me for?"

After looking at each other for a moment, the sick girl who was replaced during the performance took the lead to step forward and said, "Thank you today."

"you are welcome."

After a moment of silence, the sick girl spoke again, "Well, my name is Xiao Xi, Xigua Xi, what are you?"

"The beginning of blue, the blue of the blue sky, the beginning of spring."