I take the witch with me to conquer the world

The memory ended here, Fang Sheng in the cell looked extremely strange and fell into silence. This... was a bit of a slap in the face... but he couldn't understand why it suddenly became like this. It was obviously fine yesterday, but in just half a day, it became like this.

There was definitely an accident, and this big accident forced Aldrich to give up the idea of ​​making money on his own.

But if this is the case, how big of an accident is it? Fang Sheng rubbed his chin, puzzled. He had never thought about his identity being exposed.

If he were to see Ulysses, he might think more about this. After all, in his opinion, this man named Ulysses is too mysterious, and he has a fascinating magical power, and he always looks weird when he looks at him. But unfortunately, he didn't see it, so Fang Sheng didn't have any thoughts now.

In addition, as far as he knew, the reason Camilia didn't change his face was because the number of people who could recognize him could be counted on two hands when they saw his face, and they were all top figures in the church. . If these people rebelled, the Aram Empire would not be exhausted at all and would simply surrender to other countries.

"Mr. Roland?" Correll's voice came again, with some worry in his words. Fang Sheng came to his senses and refused again: "I'm fine, I'm fine. You can hide those two pieces of bread until tomorrow. I have my own way to get food."

He is not worried about food. He has a little guy who can move freely and can reduce his presence. As long as he doesn't encounter extraordinary people, he will basically not notice it. And apart from that, there is another more important thing, to find a way to get your own space ring. In addition to your own armor and weapons, there are also several bottles of recovery potions and magic potions.

As long as I get the space ring, my current situation will be much better. Feeling the serious internal injuries in his body, Fang Sheng thought about it. Although he didn't want to admit it, he had to thank the demon for his blood. If the demon's blood hadn't suppressed the internal injuries in his body in the arena, he might not have been able to accomplish the feat of killing the giant golden lion, even if the arena officially suppressed the lion's ability!

But when it comes to this, I don’t know where my space ring is, let alone asking the little guy to get it back. Thinking of this, Fang Sheng felt a little headache.

Correll, who was next door, saw that Fang Sheng was very determined and did not continue to dissuade him. However, he still hid the two pieces of white bread, planning to give them to Mr. Fang Sheng when he couldn't hold it anymore. After finally meeting someone he could talk to in this dark second-floor prison, he didn't want anything unexpected to happen to Mr. Roland.

I haven't communicated with others for more than a month, either staying in this pitch-black room or going out to fight with others, if I didn't still have this thought in my heart. I'm afraid that Corel has already gone crazy. He listened to his thoughts and devoted everything to the battle, enjoying the killing and drinking blood. Fill your dead heart with these pleasures.

Corell changed the subject and talked with Fang Sheng about the scenery of Yalan with great passion. He enjoyed the conversation with Fang Sheng. It made him feel alive.

Fang Sheng could understand this. Although he couldn't empathize with Correll, he could understand why Correll was like this if he thought about it from his perspective. So he didn't show any impatience. On the contrary, he also chatted happily and comfortably.

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In this arena prison where there is no daylight and no hope, it seems that the final outcome for everyone is death. Despair, killing, chaos, blood. These negative things linger in the heads of slave gladiators all the time. It is because of these chaotic negative emotions that the Skull Master in the Abyss pays attention to the gladiatorial arena. Only then will the blood energy gradually fill up, and the arena will become more violent, and those who come to watch will be able to enjoy this bloody and exciting scene.

Inside the prison, the gladiators were even more miserable. The rules of the arena forced them to continue fighting. And the brutal fighting will inevitably lead to bloodshed. As time goes by, they are getting further and further away from their desire to live. The mental fatigue and physical wounds were like the devil in hell, persuading them with an extremely charming tone. Give up, as long as you put down the knife in your hand, you can rest forever, no longer need to fight, no longer need to make money for this damn arena.

At this time, the blood of the great devil appeared, and it came in front of all the gladiators in a domineering and unstoppable manner. It is not like the staff in the arena who treat you with contempt, nor is it like the audience in the arena who treat you as a prop for fun. Then it throws you a giant ax and uses its blood energy to contain the wounds on your body. He shouted with a voice that was like a golden sword: "Warrior! Pick up the battle ax in front of you! Fight for yourself! Let those losers who underestimate war feel the fear of battle again!"

Above the stands, Roland, who was wearing a black robe and carefully felt the emotions of the gladiators on the field when they were about to die, thought so. Looking at another gladiator who had won the battle, with scarlet eyes and murderous intent, he finally understood why the demon's blood was able to run rampant in the arena and breed so many supporters.

Roland watched quietly as the bodies of the dead gladiators were gathered up, not noticing that a young man with white hair and blue eyes appeared next to him.

"Sir, it seems that you are not interested in everything in front of you." Lazarus said leisurely, his sapphire-like eyes scanning the other person's body, and finally, he looked at Roland's shoulder. He showed a very kind smile, as if... he was looking at his somewhat outstanding juniors?

Hearing this, Roland's heart trembled. Although he was indeed focused on the emotions of the dead gladiator just now, he could not be approached casually. This person was able to approach him silently. He was definitely a transcendent, and a transcendent even stronger than himself. For a time, all kinds of speculations in his mind surged crazily.

Then, feeling that the unknown transcendent was scanning him all over, Roland, who felt some physical discomfort, took a step back silently. He didn't have that kind of hobby, but this damn charm actually triggered it in men. ?

"Sir, you are joking. If I don't like it, why would I come to see it? I just don't show my emotions on my face." Roland said, and then looked at Lazarus with a faint smile on his lips, "Actually, Sir is more like the person in his own words."