present to the lord

It really wasn't that difficult for him to get close to Wuhuan. He hovered on the battlefield for nearly ten days, calculated Wuhuan's daily whereabouts, and just waited.Besides, he didn't believe that because of that kid, he had been messing around on this battlefield for so long, that kid who was so idle couldn't find an outsider on his chassis.

However, Manshen came here from time to time in the past few days. The woman seemed to be very curious about him, a mortal who couldn't control him.

As for the name 'Wuji', he really doesn't have any special meaning, it just borrowed the name of the movie.According to his professional habits, he would never tell strangers his real name, and the word 'Wuji' just flashed in his mind at that time.

It's just that the character released at this time made him a little puzzled. Why did Manshen admit that this name belonged to him?what purpose?What else can be achieved?

It was almost dark when Wuhuan came to find him.The temperature in northern Xinjiang is very low and the air is dry. Because it is too close to the battlefield, he can even smell the smell of blood and death in the air, which is very familiar.

Fan Haoran put up a symbolic resistance before being caught by them. He was still wearing a large black cloak, and the hood completely covered his entire face. Threads fell from the hood.

"I heard that a person wearing a cloak has been running wild on my land recently. I'm curious, who is so bold." Putting his hands behind his back, there was a comfortable smile on the corner of his mouth, and his voice became hoarse from time to time.

Fan Haoran was pressed forward by the guards in armor, and he rolled his eyes under the cloak.

"Pick up his hat and let me have a better look." He made a commanding gesture.

The hood on the head was lifted roughly, and the light here was so abundant that it made one eye hidden in the hood uncomfortable.He squinted his eyes, his green pupils shrinking uncomfortably under the strong light.

"You." Wu Huan's face drifted a little the moment he saw his face, but then he smiled viciously, "It's you." With a meaningful taste, he came over and took off his robe. Fan Haoran brushed away the hair on the side of Fan Haoran's face with his hand, "That's right, it's you."

Fan Haoran didn't pay attention to his movements, narrowed his eyes and smiled: "Oh, it's been a long time. Since we are all acquaintances, when will you let me go?"

Wu Huan snorted and sat on a large golden fur chair with a dignified posture. She didn't look like the immature and innocent three years ago.

"Let you go? Now that it's in my hands, do you still want to go?" He was very impressed with this person who taught him doubt and deception.Let him go?When he gets tired of playing, let's see whether to kill or put it away.He unconsciously reached out and touched his left cheek, as if there was really blood on it.

It was obviously a lie full of loopholes, but he couldn't help but wipe it.

As a free person who was directly downgraded to slavery, Fan Haoran would not really serve this person with tea.He has a self-discipline and is difficult to be restrained by others, and he always does whatever he wants.There is even less respect for Wu Huan, a guy who claims to be his master.His performance directly made those loyal guards want to tear him apart.

very good.

Start playing directly.

In the past two years, he has been improving his physique. Even if the task rewards are not increased, the training will not stop. After all, there are too many wars in this ghost place. If he really dies because of too weak force, he will simply know him. Those bastards despise to death.

Now his physique is still 80% better than ordinary people, those fighting skills, even though he has them in his head, his body is not familiar with them.

Now he can't wait to have someone as a sparring partner, coupled with his over-familiarity with human medicine, even with this developing boy's body, one-on-one, he has no problem.

Wu Huan immediately saw the sharpness and decisiveness in his movements, and that kind of movement was effective in cutting through the enemy's weak points.Originally thought he was a soft boy who had tasted all kinds of heartaches, but he didn't expect that there was something interesting about it.I was a little surprised.

He is flexible and well coordinated.Tun Shen avoided the horizontal punch, and directly formed a knife shape with his fingertips together, stabbing into the guard's abdomen.

That position was so ingenious that the guard immediately knelt down and turned pale.

Very well, after this time, Fan Haoran's status has finally changed from a private slave to a 'gladiator who can be used for fun'.

It's just like the cage fighting in ancient Rome, where only one of the two can survive, but what Wuhuan likes to watch is the wheel battle.

And he was the one who got run over by the wheels.

He clenched the knife in his hand and panted heavily, his hair was wet with sweat, and his chin was drooping with water.He ruthlessly brushed his hair back with his hands: "This body...huh, it's too weak."

The sixty who were lying down under his feet had already been dragged away. He raised his eyelids and looked at Wu Huan who was sitting on the upstart's golden chair. He smiled provocatively, and then turned his eyes away as if nothing had happened.

The people surrounding the army were all shouting excitedly, their voices were rough and unrestrained, they didn't feel pity or cruelty for those dead slaves at all, on the contrary, their smell of blood was more like being ignited by flames.

Seeing that two people were put into the cage at once, he shook the knife in his hand.Ta is not comfortable with this kind of cold weapon. He is proficient in modern firearms, but now he wants to slash with a knife like a barbarian, which really does not conform to his aesthetics of killing with one blow.

The first round is one-on-one, with a total of ten rounds of ten people, and the second round is two-on-one, with a total of 20 people.He has finished the third round, and even he is already a little out of breath, and the number of incoming ones is increasing, and the quality is getting better and better.

He seemed to be able to hear the sound of his own panting, and the excited shouts of the crowd gradually faded away. When he dodged, the sweat was thrown out, and he seemed to be able to see the slow trajectory and the crystal clear light in the sun.

He didn't care about his arm being scratched by one of the four, and he dodged one of the four. He bent his legs and jumped forward, blocking the attack of the others with a knife and making a crisp collision sound. When losing balance, cut off the trachea with a knife.

Backing away without any reluctance to fight, his head was a little dizzy, which was a sign that he was about to reach his limit, and his ears were also ringing.

He was stabbed on the arm just now, if he hadn't dodged quickly, the arm would probably be useless.The pain from the wound woke him up a bit.

He licked his lips, but laughed instead, looking happily at the three slaves who were dressed in tatters and full of strange smells, the smile overflowing from his throat was quite strange, as if he couldn't wait: "Come, come~" He waved his hand and put the knife on The blood flung away.

Wu Huan looked thoughtfully at the person below who was fighting bloody battle, as if he would never be defeated, but he became more and more courageous in killing and being killed.But he knew that the boy below him, who was about his age, was about to reach his limit.

In the last game of the fourth round, he finally fell down covered in blood.Wu Huan's heart tightened, his face seemed to be smeared with pearly silver powder, even though he was young, he looked particularly cold.

When Fan Haoran woke up again, he was in a dark room with nothing in it, it was indescribably shabby.Medicine had already been applied to his body, and he raised his eyebrows unexpectedly.

Since then, Fan Haoran has been living here, but contrary to this simple living environment, the food is very good.He doesn't pay much attention to physical enjoyment, and he has enough physical strength and energy if he eats well.However, his situation has not changed in the slightest.Taken to the corner cage every day, exhausted to the point of exhaustion, then covered in injuries.

Fortunately, he is not mediocre, and his physical and mental strength have been steadily increasing.A month later, he had already played from the fourth round to the eighth round, and he was able to maintain the most basic physical strength and sanity in the end.The use of cold weapons is also more proficient, and the physique has been forced to 93 by this extreme force.

When Manshen reappeared, Fan Haoran had just returned to his shabby place that could only block the wind. He went to the grass-paved stone slab, and felt an unusual breath in the air as soon as he lay down.

He opened his eyes, and the pupils of the stranger made him look extremely sharp: "Full of God."

Floating with no gravity, her long hair was tied in the air by a circle of silver rings, the bright silver breastplate and the very elegant clothes gave off the beauty of being immersed in water.

"What's the matter with you looking for me again?" He said, and then he laughed again, his eyes were clear, "You went to find that brat Wu Huan." He said casually in an affirmative tone, touching his chin with one hand, "I see."

For the first time, Manshen suspected that this boy's name might really be called Wuji, so familiar, yet so mysterious.For tens of millions of years, she has guarded the "Wuji" which is in charge of the fate of mortals. She has never seen a mortal who escaped from "Wuji". In the mortal world, because of Wuji, these two words have never been able to become the names of mortals.

But this boy...

After thinking for a while as a god, Manshen finally felt turmoil in her heart, she was too lonely, and it might not be a bad thing for this young man who is not controlled by Wuji to appear now.

"Would you like to make a bet with me?" An ethereal and soft voice sounded softly.

"Okay." Fan Haoran sat up, smiled knowingly, and played with the hair that was hanging down to his chest with one hand, "Let's bet that the fate of Snow Country will be better in five years."

"You want to bet on this?" Manshen seemed to smile, and the control would never be out of her hands, "The destruction of the Snow Country is an unchangeable result, destiny is doomed, the prince will be exiled, the memory will be completely forgotten, and the fire will destroy the entire peaceful world country."

"Really?" He narrowed his eyes cunningly, "Then let's gamble. When I win, don't forget that my name is Wuji." The boy smiled.

"You won't win." The charming smile disappeared into the air.

"Boy." Suddenly someone pushed the door open. It was the guard who took him to the corner cage every time. He had a fierce face, but unexpectedly he was a good man. decisive.Although the man's face was fierce, there was a smile in his eyes, "My lord wants to see you." Then he patted his shoulder and whispered, "My lord seems to like you very much."

Fan Haoran's lips curled up, his long hair was smooth, and he looked soft and weak, but he had been here for a month, and no one dared to underestimate this young man.His murderous look is quite terrifying, his indifferent, natural movements as if breathing is absolutely creepy, he has no fear of death, but his weakness towards people seems to be engraved in his bones.It was too easy for him to take a human life.

"I hope so." Fan Haoran followed behind him, walking towards the dark and luxurious place.

Like me very much?It seems that he will never give up Qingcheng, that girl's favorability is 96, such a number, I don't know if it is full of 100...

There was a malicious light in his eyes.Wuhuan will like that stunning girl very much, right?Looks like life will be wonderful in the future~

He is very much looking forward to meeting in the future.