This prince is obviously strong but too miserable

The hot and humid temperature permeated the air, and the raindrops hit the windows, making a sound.

Quan Yu sat beside Xiu Mian's bed, touched the other's wound wrapped in white gauze, his face was as cold as ice.

Xiu Mian noticed? His touch, opened his eyes, held his hand backhand, and he shouted: "Brother."

He responded softly, almost covered by the sound of rain outside.

"Have you made up your mind?" Xiu Mian asked.

Quan Yu nodded and said: "Thought it out."

Xiu Mian sat up from the bed, thunder and lightning intertwined, and white glaring shadows were printed in the room. Quan Yu picked up the rose lion mask at his feet to cover his cold face, "I just went to make up for years ago, An error that was not handled in time..."

"Take a good rest." He said to Xiu Mian, "Wait for me to come back?"

Xiu Mian watched him leave, with emotions in his eyes, "Brother, what do you want to do? Just make up for the mistakes you made at the beginning?"

The steps under Quan Yu's feet? After a pause, Xiu Mian got out of bed and walked to? Behind him, took his arm with his uninjured hand, "No? No matter what you want to do, I hope you can be in my sight within the range."

Xiu Mian didn't make it clear, but the strength that held Quan Yu's arm was not vague at all.

Thunderstorms fall quickly and stop quickly.The dark clouds were blown away by the hot and humid wind, and the sun "revealed" from inside.

Quan Yu opened his mouth, and what he wanted to say was swallowed by himself in the end, and he responded to Xiu Mian with actions.

At the entrance of the gladiator arena, after two days and one night of rain and exposure, You Gumeng's head has become almost invisible. The horrible scene after death will make everyone forget that he was a gentleman in his lifetime. gentle look.

Quan despise such cruel practices, not only to retaliate against You Gumeng's betrayal, but also to warn all those who enter and exit the gladiator arena and those who have rebellious hearts, if they disobey him, Vistul will end up dead Even if he died, he would not get the whole body.

Quan Yu and Xiu Mian entered through the main entrance, and the guards interrogated them: "Sign up, or be an audience?"

"Sign up." Quan Yu and Xiu Mian blurted out at the same time, Quan Yu turned his head to look at Xiu Mian, his eyes covered by the mask were full of doubts.

Xiu Mian didn't answer right away. After both of them registered their names and received their number plates and stepped into the contestant area, Xiu Mian said to Quan Yu: "In the arena, no one can beat me. .”

The ancient gladiator arena, with a tall wall made of hard steel, under the shadow wrapped by the wall is a sunken cold sand, the audience sits around the wall, the prince sits on a high platform, defying the field, Competitors who are competing against each other.

A gray-haired old man and a strong young man.

No matter who sees it, this is not a fair game. They all have swords in their hands, and the young man pinned the old man to the ground with almost no effort, and pressed the sword against the old man's head, " If you want to survive, just admit defeat, don't force me to do it!"

The old man gritted his teeth, and a trace of viciousness flashed in his eyes. The next moment, the old man grabbed a handful of sand from the ground and threw it on the young man's face. The young man was blinded by the sand, "Ah, my eyes—"

The old man quickly broke free from the young man's shackles, raised the sword in his hand and pierced the young man's heart without hesitation. Before the young man even got the sand in his eyes, he fell to the ground, blood spattering Wet yellow sand.

The old man pulled out the sword from the young man's body and held it high? He shouted: "Hey... I won! I won!"

No one cheered for him, as if they didn't understand why a young man of his age would die at the hands of an old man who couldn't even lift his sword.

"Okay!" The prince stood up first, applauding the winner of this weird game.

Only then did the applause from the audience slowly ring out, and the old man ran excitedly in the arena holding his sword, "I am the winner! I am the winner!"

"His Royal Highness, please grant me the status of nobility, and let me get rid of this lowliness—ah!"

The old man was stabbed through the spleen from behind by another player who entered the arena in time. His cloudy eyes rolled stiffly in the eye sockets for a few times, and then fell face-to-face forever.

The one who killed the old man was another tall and thick man? It seemed that this was the first time he had killed someone, and the hand holding the sword was still shaking.But he clearly understands what he can gain by killing this old man, shaking his body, with an excited smile on his face, "His Royal Highness, I think—"

Before he finished speaking, another new contestant entered the arena again and chopped off his head with a single blow.

This gladiator match seemed to be endless, with new people joining and being killed constantly. In just half a day, there were no less than a thousand corpses lying in the arena, while those in Hu Saichang There are still too many players.

Most of them are untouchables and commoners living at the bottom, and they seem to value power, nobles, and the upper class more than their own lives.

Wisdur was tired of seeing this way of killing one by one like solitaire, he ordered the guards to open the door of the waiting area, and ordered: "The rest of the applicants, go up into the arena together! Fight until the end? The one who lives? He will be the ultimate winner and get everything he wants!"

The contestants were put into the arena like livestock, and the gates were heavily locked, preventing them from retreating and fleeing.

Don't you? Die, I am the one who dies.

The contestants found the same signal in each other's eyes, and at the next moment, swords, swords, blood and screams proceeded at the same time.

Quan Yu understood a little bit why Xiu Mian said something like "No one can beat me in the arena".Xiu Mian stood still like him, but the sword in his hand never stopped, precisely killing everyone who attacked him.

Under such a deformed environment, any cowardice and hesitation will cost you your life.

What's more, these people around me have long been driven by power and desire, and have become greedy for profit. Even if they are stepping on the corpses of others, they still want to climb to the top of the pyramid.

Now that we have reached this point, there shouldn't be any further hesitation.

Quan Yu's sword twirled in his hand, no? It was no longer defending against the enemy with the back of the sword, but started a real fight.

Soon, the yellow sand under their feet was almost completely dyed black. Those who flinched and tried to escape, and those who were red-eyed after being killed were captured again? They cut off their legs with a sword, and then pierced their chest with a sword.

The gladiator field has been completely reduced to a paradise for killing, and he looks down from above? Such a scene, he enjoys the fun of "manipulating people's hearts and human nature", and loves the way they fight each other and want to kill each other, the smell and color of bloodshed It made him feel extremely excited and happy. He felt? Every pore in his body was so comfortable? It was extremely open, and the smile on his face was wanton and evil.

Quan Miao never denied it - he was a complete pervert.

There are more and more fallen corpses, almost piling up into mountains, and fewer and fewer people are still standing in the pool of blood.

After an exhausted person fell down, there were only two people left in the arena.

It was supposed to be the final contest, and killing the opponent would make it to the top, but neither of these two people moved.

Quan Miao pulled out the screen to observe these two people carefully, one of them impressed him deeply, "Tarqi dancer, you really did not disappoint me! Raise your sword and pierce the enemy's heart, you will be killed immediately Can you get everything you want!"

But? There is still no movement on both sides.

Quan Miao's patience immediately admonished, he asked to lower the high platform, and personally went to the arena where there were mountains of corpses, and satirized the two people who were not moving: "No? Draw your sword, do you want to kill each other by staring? Two? Untouchables! "

His guards hesitated for a moment: "His Royal Highness, those two? Didn't they get out of the crowd? I'm afraid they are red-eyed now. Is it safe for you to go down now..."

Quan Miao kicked away the persuading guards, and said arrogantly: "This king is a royal family, no one can touch this king, let alone just two lowly people!" After speaking, he pressed the button of the lifting platform by himself. button, lower your own height, and go to the arena, "You two, I order you to start fighting immediately!"

Quan Yu and Xiu Mian turned a deaf ear to his words, Quan Yu watched silently at Xiu Mian, and said after a while: "What do you mean, in the gladiator field, no one can win you?"

Xiu Mian's right hand is still wrapped with a bandage. In this fight, he has always relied on his left hand to attack, but Quan Yu knows better than anyone what Xiu Mian's left hand looks like.

After hearing what Quan Yu said, Xiu Mian was silent for a few seconds, "It used to be."

Quan Yu frowned slightly, and asked in an incomprehensible way, "What do you mean?"

"It's not anymore." Xiu Mian stared at Quan Yu intently, his eyes were straightforward and revealing, as if he could see Quan Yu's face clearly through that mask.Suddenly, his left hand holding the sword loosened, and half of the blood-stained sword was buried in the sand.

Xiu Mian pursed her lips, with a helpless smile on her face, "Meeting you, I can only give up my sword and surrender."

Quan Yu's fingers that were planning to let go of the sword suddenly tightened.

In this absurd fight of the game of life, will Quan Yu survive? In the end, but the rest of the flesh and blood is not certain.

There is only one reason why Xiu Mian insisted on signing up, insisting on entering the arena, and insisting on fighting until the last moment-the answer is ready to come out.

Xiu Mian sat on the ground, he was surrounded by corpses? Blood was all around him.He clutched his injured arm, and half-jokingly and half-seriously said to Quan Yu: "Kill me, you can now go to the last step."

"What are you waiting for!" Quan Miao landed on the field, impatiently walking towards the two people who were facing each other, "A person who has lost his weapon is a piece of meat that you can knead, don't you? Immediately Killing him, are you waiting for him to fight back Dancer?!"

The smile on Xiu Mian's face became even stronger when he heard the words, and he followed Quan Miao's words and continued: "Yeah, aren't you killing me now, are you waiting for me to counterattack? The only chance to make up for it is now." One, if you miss it, there will be no more."

Quan Xiao walked to the back of Quan Yu, he saw that the other party was still unmoved, stood behind and pressed Quan Yu's arm holding the sword, and led him to stab Xiu Mian, "Just kill this last person, you Victory! Fame, wealth, power, beauty, I can satisfy you whatever you want!"

Quan Miao's voice stuck behind Quan Yu's back, like a bewitching magic sound, inducing Quan Yu to complete the last moment of becoming a demon and falling into the abyss.

Quan Yu's arm was completely raised, and the bloody sword tip was getting closer and closer to Xiu Mian. Xiu Mian sat still, and he just looked at Quan Yu with a smile, as if he was ready to die in Quan Yu Preparations under the sword.

Quan Yu's eyelashes trembled violently at an angle that Xiu Mian couldn't see, and then only heard a slight sound, which was the sound of the sword piercing into the chest.

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