How a sick heartthrob can refuse love [Quick Transmigration]

kill it.kill it.kill it!

Oswald stared at the tiger in front of him with those wolf-like evil eyes.kill it!

To pull out its tendons and bones, to scratch its flesh and make it howl in pain, to pierce its head with a dagger in hand, to make it roar like the king of beasts to please the audience in the stands!You have to walk over it step by step, rush up, run over, jump on its back, smash its head with a shield, and use its brains to make the audience scream!

rush.dash forward.

Oswald roared to himself, rushing up!

He was holding a shield and sword, sweat was pouring out of his head, and the chain armor stuck to his flesh, burning that still immature heart.Oswald was 15 years old and volunteered to the Colosseum.He needs gold coins, at least ten. He can't think of any other way than going to the Colosseum to work hard.

dash forward.He let himself rush up.

He looked at the tiger across the way, at the black stripes of his golden fur, the sun beating on it, making its breath as hot as coals.It bared its teeth, unexpectedly? It stinks.These two tigers are still young, not yet up to the standard of adulthood.It doesn't have the smelly saliva of its predecessors, and the exposed fangs are a little yellowish, but they don't make people disgusted.

Oswald looked at its white tiger whiskers, which grew distinctly from each other, bared its teeth and claws, and sent out fiercely, like thorns.

Is Oswald too late? Dare to step forward, he looks at its trembling muscle layer and its idle gait, feeling inexplicable panic.He wanted to take a step back, a step back, a step back, just a small step.But the image of You lying on the blanket vomiting blood was a step ahead of his subconscious mind, and he stood still.

No? Can't refund.cannot.

kill it.Win coins.kill it.kill it.

The crowd in the Colosseum was already starting to fill up, they were yelling for him to come on, or let him go.Kill the opponent, blood, intestines, heart, fall out!Fall out of the flesh!Let red cover the entire Colosseum, and use the most primitive barbarism to stimulate their increasingly numb hearts!Violence, gore, frenzy!Up, up, up, up!

The tiger was stimulated by the sound and roared angrily, and it approached him.

Oswald sweated more? He blinked, and the sweat rolled off his eyelashes.However, in the blink of an eye, the tiger had already rushed over.Oswald dodged to the side and narrowly avoided it.Another second slower, half of his beautiful face will be bitten off.He knew he couldn't run, he couldn't outrun a strong beast.The golden fur gives tigers a sun-like majesty.Copper-skinned Oswald felt defeated by the sun.

But isn't the tiger? It's the sun.It is gold coins.He can hold ten gold coins in the palm of his hand to find the witch doctor.

Oswald raised the dagger in his hand and stabbed it diagonally.The meridian on his arm seemed to jump out of the skin, and he exerted all his strength?.

stabbed--

He raised his shield, covering the tiger's fangs over the skull.

Calling in the arena is at an all-time high.His left ear was pierced by cheers, his right nailed by breath.The tiger's heavy, hot breath was on top of his shield, and Oswald rolled, out of the tiger's fangs.

do not be afraid.do not be afraid.do not be afraid.

Oswald quickly stood up, raised his dagger and confronted the tiger.The golden-skinned tiger's amber eyes were beautiful and clear, and they were his gold coins.

That's his gold coin.Ten gold coins.

do not be afraid.do not be afraid.

The cheers subsided, and the gorgeously dressed audience became more and more dissatisfied.Some raised their hands to half-block the sun, and complained to the people around them: "What? What, today? What's going on in the arena." Hearing the noise in the arena, the owner of the arena also became angry. Oswald shouted loudly: "If you don't do it again, your gold coins will be halved!"

gold.gold.gold.

up.up.up!

Oswald threw down his shield and rushed forward. He flipped onto the tiger's back, grasping the flesh with one hand, and stabbed fiercely at the tiger's neck with the other——

The tiger struggled violently, Oswald clamped his thighs tightly and stabbed the dagger down.Tie it down, go it down!Tie it down!Pierce its flesh!pierce it!Cut off its head, cut off its flesh!Drain its blood dry!Take out its internal organs, crush its brains, and let the audience enjoy watching it!

Keep those? Gentlemen satisfied!Let the ladies be satisfied!Satisfy the boss of the Colosseum!

his gold coins.his gold coins.his gold coins.

His ghost...

Tie it down.Tie it down.please!please!By gods, I beseech you!I implore you!

Tie it down!

stabbed--

The tiger threw him off, and his thunderous blow scratched only a shallow layer, as if it had caught a louse for it.

The cheers of the crowd resounded through the Colosseum.Looking at the charging tiger, they felt their scalps pierce with excitement.

ate him.ate him.eat him!

Is that the end?

Oswald looked at the sky.The dazzling sun pierced his green eyes.

Is that the end?

The tiger's sharp claws grabbed it, leaving a few bloodstains on Oswald's face.But that's not deep.

The bloodstain was like a tiger just wanted to scratch his itch.

The tiger swiped its paw, retracted its paw and walked towards the stands.His thick tail was raised high, staring at the audience in the arena like a poisonous snake.

Oswald's green eyes were still looking at the sky until the slight pain on his face made him withdraw his distracted gaze.

He is not dead.

not dead?

not dead.

He was lying in the Colosseum, listening to the terrified screams in his ears, and looking at the dazzling light ball.Lie down a little longer.

Lie down a little longer, he thought.

When the Colosseum fell silent, Oswald stood up.He went to the boss's body and found ten gold coins from his gorgeous clothes.

The gold coins were stained with blood, and some were fishy.Oswald couldn't smell it, the blood around him was much more stench than those ten gold coins.

After walking out of the Colosseum, Oswald looked back.

His green pupils met its amber pupils.

Oswald bowed his head in submission.

The tiger licked the blood between its paws, accepting the humiliation of man to beast.

It is king.

It is the king of beasts.

If humans choose to be beasts, they can only submit to it, accept its kindness and cruelty as subordinates or prey.

Oswald turned around. He was holding the gold coin in his hand like five amber eyes and five burning suns.

He is going home.

Take the witch doctor home.

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