. is full of too much blood, and perhaps a level I| can play a decisive role. In addition to general entertainment facilities such as sensual dogs and horses, almost every city has facilities such as boxing rings, which are more cruel. Far more than the black market boxing ring An Fei has ever seen.
The last match has ended. Four human slaves were torn to pieces by a werewolf. The ring was already full of blood, and pieces of human internal organs were scattered in every corner of the ring. And there were not only men watching the fight, but also There were women, and they were all excited and cheering for the bloody scenes. If it weren't for Black Eleven and Chris sitting beside him, An Fei would almost suspect that he was attending a party held by vampires.
Killing is not a pleasure, but a means of protecting yourself. An Fei has always believed this. Although disgusted, An Fei can also understand those crazy people. Thinking back when the Coliseum in Rome was just built, the enthusiasm of those citizens to watch the gladiatorial fights was no worse than here!
Being good at understanding others is one of Anfei's strengths. Under normal circumstances, specific reasons can be found for weird behaviors. He will not be surprised for anything. This strength allows him to more truly understand the psychological activities of others, including enemy.
"Is there anything else... that's more polite?" An Fei asked with a frown. Although he can be regarded as a murderer, every action he takes has a reason and purpose, and he can never achieve anything from pleasure to pleasure. He was not only disgusted with the boxing ring, but also with the atmosphere in the Angel Love Hotel.
"Do you want to go to the theater?" Black Eleven showed a strange smile.
"There is a theater here too? What is it for?" An Fei was stunned.
"A place for minstrels to perform."
"Not bad." An Fei smiled: "If I lose my job in the future, I know where to go to make a living."
"What? Do you want to be a bard?" Black Eleven heard An Fei's overtones and asked dumbfounded. Anyone who knew An Fei even slightly would never think that An Fei would do anything as a bard. poet!
"I have the potential to be a bard, because I have many, many stories here." An Fei smiled and pointed at his head: "La Traviata, Faust, Madama Butterfly, Carmen, Romeo and Juliet, I can guarantee that , every story will become a classic!”
"I think you have the potential to brag." How could Black Eleven believe An Fei's words.
At this moment, the atmosphere in the venue suddenly became fanatical. Many men and women stood up from their seats. Some guests dropped their wine bottles heavily on the ground, some overturned the table, and some Standing on the table, a maid actually threw away her work and jumped and screamed on the spot. Gradually, the voices gathered together: "Katulu, Katulu, Katulu..."
"What is Katuru?"
"It's a terrifying monster." Black Eleven smiled bitterly: "You'll find out later."
A huge magic lamp above the ring was lit, indicating the opening of the highlight show that is only performed three times a year at the Angel Love Hotel. The curtains on the left and right sides were lifted, and the contestants of the highlight show appeared.
Looking from the direction of An Fei, walking out from the left side of the ring was a werewolf with a height of more than two and a half meters, and the fur all over his body exuded a light golden luster. Compared with the werewolves An Fei had seen, the hair and height of the two were much smaller. The difference is very big. The height of ordinary werewolves is only about 1.8 or 9 meters, and their hair is mostly gray, brown or black. And this external difference is not the most noticeable. Ordinary werewolves are violent and cruel. When they enter the ring, they always look eager to try, and even try to attack the guards escorting them. An Fei sees that The werewolf who arrived seemed very calm. In fact, the werewolf didn't need to make any movements. Just looking at the pupils that shrank to even smaller than a soybean, you can feel the cruelty seeping into his bones.
Walking out of the curtain on the other side were three women. Walking in the middle was a female elf with a golden crown. Walking on both sides of the elf were two human female swordsmen. The three women were dressed very revealingly. Several layers of white gauze wrapped their breasts, and underneath was a small and thin pair of obscene pants, with key parts vaguely visible. The eyes of the three women were filled with uncontrollable despair. An Fei could even see them trembling. It was obvious that they were forced to wear those kinds of clothes, and they were also forced to fight in the boxing ring.
The escorts of the two groups of players are also very different. Although the players all wear magic-forbidden bracelets, behind the werewolf, there is a high-level magician and two mid-level magicians. Behind the three women , but there are only two low-level swordsmen.
There is no need to wait for the two sides to take action. Just by looking at these, An Fei has understood that those three women are no match for the werewolf! What's the point of such a fight
The contestants all walked onto the ring, and the high-level magician and his assistants began to set up the magic circle. Then a swordsman walked into the ring and checked the magic-forbidden bracelets on the werewolves, and then turned around and opened the magic-forbidden bracelets on the three women. magic bracelet, finally came back and ripped off the werewolf's apron, letting
**Standing in the ring.
The guests let out deafening shouts and screams: “Fuck them, fuck them!”
The elf had already drawn his long bow and pointed the arrow at the werewolf on the opposite side. The two female swordsmen also drew their long swords and stood ready. Although the werewolf still wore the magic-forbidden bracelet, they could fight with all their strength. , but they still had no momentum at all, and the despair in their eyes became more and more intense.
"Is this what you call an upper-class person? Is this what you call a performance that ordinary people are not qualified to appreciate?" An Fei said sarcastically.
"An Fei, let's go back." Chris was already on pins and needles.
"I spent a lot of effort to bring you here." Black Eleven smiled bitterly: "Don't look at them now, they are very crazy. After walking out of this hall, they will become more polite than each other. When beggars give alms generously and shed tears for other people's misfortunes, An Fei, this is just a performance! There will be such performances in every city. You can't control so many, and you have no right to control them. Many noble gentlemen I just like watching these.”
"The market can decide everything, I know this sentence." An Fei smiled and stood up: "I can't control others, but I can control my own eyes. No one can force me to stay here, right?"
"Finally I found someone who speaks the same language as me." A clear voice sounded behind An Fei: "The air here is full of ugliness and blasphemy. This gentleman... Huh? We seem to have met somewhere before?"
An Fei slowly turned around and said with a smile: "Madam, we met outside Baishan City. I was impulsive and offended you."
"Do you still remember me?" He Na showed a slight smile.
"Your beauty is unforgettable. Maybe I will forget my hometown, but I will never forget you."
"You are really good at talking." Ha Na looked at Black Eleven and Chris: "Why don't you introduce your friends?"
"Hello, madam, my name is Chris." Chris stood up politely.
Black Eleven also stood up: "Hello, my name is Amon."
"Nice to meet you." He Na nodded and said, "My name is He Na."
At this time, the gladiatorial fight on the ring had begun. The elf and the two female swordsmen hugged each other and stood in the corner of the ring, resisting the werewolf's attack. Wearing the magic-forbidden bracelet would cause great inconvenience. , in the short contact, the werewolf had already suffered two minor injuries, but the three women were still intact, but the initiative was still firmly controlled by the werewolf.
"Where's your name? Is it confidential?" He Na smiled and looked at An Fei.
"My name is An Fei, He Na? Your name is as attractive as your appearance." An Fei smiled.
"It depends on what you said." He Na gently covered her mouth with her hand: "I happen to have something to do today, so I won't disturb the three of you. I'll invite the three of you to my house another day. I hope you won't refuse. "
"That's my honor." An Fei nodded.
"By the way, where do you live now?"
“Tuna Hotel.”
"He Na." An old man in his fifties called from a distance.
"Sorry, I have to leave." He Na showed another touching smile, and then slowly took two steps back.
"As you please."
When He Na's figure had reached the old man's side, Black Eleven frowned and asked, "An Fei, what is that woman going to do?"
"Who knows, it looks like he wants to have a relationship with us."
"It's not with us, it's with you." Chris smiled: "Her eyes always stay on you, can't you see?"
"What an idiot!" Black Eleven commented. Although he had not been in contact with An Fei for a long time, he also understood some things. An Fei was completely different from ordinary young people and would not be swayed by any woman. Everyone recognized the beauty of Niya and Susanna, but An Fei turned a blind eye. Even when teasing with Susanna, he could see a profound calmness in An Fei's eyes. Even Susanna and Niya can't attract An Fei, and that He Na is even less likely. What's more, An Fei knows He Na's past adult life, and it's just a joke to use women to get close to An Fei.
The situation in the boxing ring suddenly changed. The werewolf took the opportunity to drag a female swordsman out of the defensive circle, but the other two women knew the meaning of death and coldness, and rushed forward desperately to save the female swordsman.
An Fei looked at the ring. The werewolf was still calm, but the three women were beginning to pant. He shook his head: "Let's go."
(There was an emergency at home today. I couldn't find the Internet and couldn't send notifications. My friend's house was full of Trojans... I couldn't use his machine to log in to my account, let alone code words there. It was only at 1:30 in the middle of the night. Go home, one chapter now, try to make up the missing chapter in the early morning or afternoon, sorry everyone!)