"Take off all your clothes!" Cursed Wolf said.
"Now, now?" The woman was obviously a little embarrassed.
"If you dare to question my order," Cursed Wolf raised the sharp axe in his hand again: "I will cut off your hands and feet without hesitation, and let you burn to death on the volcanic rock!"
"Yes!" The woman quickly took off her clothes. She tried her best to keep her hands from trembling, and tried not to think that she was undressing in front of a man or in front of a magnetic levitation camera. She tried not to think about anything. But her performance was still arduous as if she was peeling a freshly cooked new egg.
"Yes," Cursed Wolf shouted with saliva flying wildly: "Take it all off! Nothing is allowed to stay!"
The woman stood in front of him trembling helplessly, naked. She closed her eyes and mouth, waiting for Cursed Wolf's next move.
Cursed Wolf approached her, circled around her, and then reached into the woman's hand, and squeezed it hard until the woman groaned in pain. "Very well, you really didn't bring a weapon." He arbitrarily twisted a woman's breast. "Come on, eat first. After you're full, you have to come up with something that satisfies me." Grinning, showing yellow-brown teeth.
"Yes..." The woman couldn't care what it was like afterwards. She quickly and cautiously ran to the cooked human flesh, shudderingly tore off a piece, first handed it to Cursed Wolf respectfully, and waited for him to take it. Throw the rest into your mouth.
Every time a piece of meat is handed to the cursed wolf, the woman eats part of the fat by herself. This makes Cursed Wolf very satisfied. He chewed the human flesh in his mouth with confidence, as if it were extremely delicious food.
It wasn't until most of the human bones on the volcanic rock were exposed that Cursed Wolf burped lazily. "Enough." He said, "Come here."
The woman submissively put down the meat in her hand, stood up and walked towards him. Her arms no longer trembled, but there was still an uneasy smile on her face.
"Let me see your skills." Cursed Wolf stood up, carrying a sharp axe, like a solid hill. When a woman laughs, she looks a little stupid, which makes Cursed Wolf more or less relaxed. But he has not forgotten that he is in the harshest state of survival. No one can believe that even if it is a naked woman, who knows if this is a trap for her to collude with others
Therefore, even though he wanted to push her to the ground and ride fiercely, he still held the axe tightly in his hand because of the enemies that might appear at any time. When the woman approached him tightly, he stroked her hair with his free hand. The hair was dark and shiny, but it was not smooth, even knotted, and it felt like full to the touch. The ears of corn that have been beaten by wind and rain are the same.
But Cursed Wolf is still very satisfied, at least the woman is very comfortable, docile like a frightened sheep.
"You are lucky if you meet me." Cursed Wolf's rough fingers circled her tight room, he lowered his head and slowly approached the fat brown head. "Get closer, I won't eat you again!"
He opened his mouth and held her head, biting her and breathing in a trembling sound. When he finished sucking and raising his head, the place he had just held had turned dark red. He pressed her head down, "Untie my pants!"
"With your mouth?" the woman asked suspiciously, and then said: "If this makes you happy—"
Cursed Wolf stretched out his fingers and gently brushed her thick lips, "My dear, your mouth grows like this, you are born to use it like this. Besides, I'm not a fool, so I can fight at any time."
"Of course you are not a fool." The woman knelt down and pulled off Cursed Wolf's pants.
"I warn you," said Cursed Wolf, "as long as I notice any unkind behavior, your head will—" Suddenly, he felt his tongue tingle, and he couldn't say anything in his mouth. His huge body shook awkwardly.
"Of course, as you wish." The woman didn't care about Cursed Wolf's astonished expression at all, and she continued her movements proficiently.
Cursed Wolf only felt that a certain joint of his whole body was absorbed by an extremely powerful suction. He couldn't move at all, couldn't break free, and even his breathing seemed to freeze in his throat. The smile had already faded from his pupils, replaced by immense panic. The thinking in his unintelligent brain was spinning wildly. He tried to grasp one of the thoughts, but it was as futile as grasping a straw in a whirlpool.
Poisoning.
His muscles were completely numb, and he didn't feel anything. He could only hear the sly and vicious woman in front of him still making a "sizzling" sound, as if a laid-back noble lady was tasting her dessert.
He wanted to beg for mercy, but he could only make a faint "oooo" sound from his throat. Apart from this, there is nothing else.
When the woman got up, the stiff cursed wolf fell to the ground like a dead old tree. "Satisfied?" The woman said sarcastically to the already dead opponent: "Huh?" She coldly stepped on Cursed Wolf's astonished face with her feet to check whether he was completely dead.
This scene was faithfully shown in front of everyone in the Daily Hall through a magnetic levitation camera. The owner of the cursed wolf was beating his chest and crying, while the owner of the poisonous girl hid in the corner and laughed. Those who win the bet are celebrating with a toast, and those who lose are shaking their heads and smiling bitterly. Of course, fewer people celebrate and more people smile. For ordinary people, gambling has always been a matter of losing more and losing less. Everyone understands this truth, but not everyone is willing to admit that they are just ordinary people.
Qi Han held up his wine glass and looked around the entire hall. He narrowed his slender eyes and said to Ngawang who was beside him: "Do you know why I like organizing deathmatches so much?".
"Because no matter who wins, you are the master who makes the most money in the end." Awang said.
"Not only that," Qi Han said with a smile: "Not only for the money, but also to see the ugliness of the death fighters when their masters were defeated." When he said this, he deliberately looked up at the VIP box. Prince Jaffard and Tang Wan in Li.
"But Master," Ngawang asked puzzledly: "You have long seen that the poisonous girl will win this duel. Why don't you bet on her? That way, they will lose even worse."
"Will the drug girl win?" Qi Han smiled contemptuously. He pointed to a flashing light spot on the locator, "Don't worry, as the mantis catches the cicada, the oriole is behind. The showdown is not over yet." His smile gradually Close up, "If you want to win, you must win thoroughly."
After confirming the death of Cursed Wolf, the poisonous girl picked up the clothes on the ground and put it on again. Suddenly, she felt that someone was staring at her, his gaze was like an awl, and it seemed that no thick rocks could block it. "Who?" She immediately turned into a frightened and weak person, and asked softly.
"Haha," a tall and thin contestant swaggered out from the hidden rock. "It was really wonderful just now."
"Ah," the poisonous girl panicked and approached the long-legged contestant a few steps, "Help me, I just passed by here, I don't know what happened, I don't have any danger, I can be your bait—"
"Hey," the long-legged death fighter sneered: "I came earlier than you. I have seen all the things that happen here. Don't try to deceive me. I'm just a little curious about when he was hit. Your poison?"
"Yes, when it was handed over to the meat." The poisonous woman knew that concealing it would have no effect on her, "I put the poison on the palm of my hand."
"Sure enough." Long legs nodded.
The poisonous girl paused, her tone still full of innocence, "Please, let me be your bait. Really, you know my secret, I dare not lie to you. I'm just a handless chicken. Powerful woman, you can use me—"
"Like he used you? Oh, woman," Long Legs said with a smile, "I am not the stupid big guy who was just poisoned by you. Now, run."
"What did you say?" The poisonous girl suspected that she had misheard, "You, are you going to let me go?" She felt that she had won the prize. This long-legged man is more stupid than the big one.
"I'm not letting you go, I will chase you behind," Long-legged smiled cruelly: "And I want you to know that I am chasing you behind you. When you are tired and can't stop running, Your head is gone. Now, lift your skirt and run as much as possible. Death is behind you, hahahaha!"
This bastard, pervert! The poisonous girl cursed secretly in her heart. Now when she escaped, she was the only way out. She had nothing to care about. She stepped barefoot on the sharp rocks, running and looking back behind her, for fear that her long legs would catch up.
When she couldn't run anyway, her feet were already covered with blood, and she collapsed like a mass of mud under a ruined wall. She felt that running so desperately, that long-legged contestant would definitely not be able to find her.
This hatred will be reported sooner or later. She thought angrily. At that time-before she continued to think about it, the long legs stood in front of her without breathing.
"You, how are you..."
Long legs shook his head, "You are too slow." After finishing speaking, before the poisonous girl could reply, she chopped off her head with a knife.
There was another uproar in the Hall of the Sun. The owner of the poisonous woman who just stole fun, was immediately dumbfounded and froze and froze in place...
By twelve o'clock noon, only a dozen of the 31 contestants were still alive. Most of the death fighters have met with the enemy, and Qi Han's death fighter bones even killed three contestants in a row. But there was another death fighter who never appeared in the eyes of everyone, as if he had never participated in this cruel death match. He is almost forgotten by everyone, and his odds are surprisingly high because of the full betting between Prince Jafard and Tang Wan.
He is Luo Ye.