Muyan stopped, turned around and looked at the man, showing a mysterious smile, "You want to ask me, how do I know your real name?"
The man in the cage nodded desperately, his eyes shining with strong desire.
Muyan slowly shook her head and said, "Not only do I know your real name, but I also know the bloody feud you carry on your body, if you want to go with me, if you want me to heal your wounds, if you want revenge, then win first In the next game, prove your worth."
After finishing speaking, this time she didn't stay any longer, turned around and left with Xiaobao.
During the period, a man without long eyes reached out to grab her, but she gently and delicately clasped his wrist.
There was a "cracking" sound, that was the sound of bones shattering, accompanied by the man's shrill scream.
Hearing the "ghost messenger" who had quieted down, what he saw was an extremely weird scene—
The girl in fluttering white clothes has a beautiful appearance, she smiles lightly, and her aura is like that of a banished fairy, ethereal and noble, holy and charming, making people dare not look directly at her.
But the ferocious slaves in the cage, looking at her eyes, were looking at the most ferocious ghost, and they kept shrinking back one by one, and from time to time, some people caressed their severed limbs and wailed in pain.
"Guicha"'s gaze towards Muyan changed instantly.
He realized that he had misjudged, this girl was probably not only stupid or weak, but also very strong.
"My guest, have you selected the slaves to be auctioned?" The ghost messenger's attitude became extremely respectful.
Muyan pointed in the direction of the No. 3 cage, "That's him."
"Okay, I will register the guests right away, please go to the private room and wait for the Colosseum game to start."
In the No. 3 cell, Yan Haotian looked at the direction in which Muyan's mother and son left, the light in his eyes flickered on and off, and then a blazing flame lit up.
A pair of blood-stained hands tightly grasped the iron railing.
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Not long after Muyan left, Gong Qianxue, who was dressed in pink and covered her face with a veil, also appeared in the backstage of the Colosseum accompanied by a tall man.
"Brother Yanlie, where is the beast slave you mentioned? Is he really as powerful as you said?"
The man named Yan Lie glanced sideways at Gong Qianxue, with a hint of admiration and longing in his eyes: "When did Brother Yan ever lie to you? Qianxue, don't worry, this beast slave was sold before he was sold to the ghost market." , but at the age of twenty-four, he has already reached the peak of the prefecture level. Although his strength has been greatly reduced due to injuries, as long as he is treated with medicinal pills, he will definitely become your right-hand man in the future!"
If not for such talent.
He would not have slaughtered Yan Haotian's entire family, cut off his tongue, and sent him to the Colosseum.
After experiencing such despair, only Gong Qianxue fell from the sky to save him.
I believe he will be so grateful that he will swear allegiance to Gong Qianxue to the death.
Hearing Yan Lie's words, Gong Qianxue showed a grateful smile, "Brother Yan, as the head of the first mercenary regiment in Jingcheng Country, you are willing to do so many things for Qianxue. I really... really don't know , how should I thank you!"
As he spoke, he gently held Yan Lie's hand, his moist and bright eyes were full of admiration and gratitude.
When he saw the dazed and obsessed look on Yan Lie's face, a mocking and contemptuous sneer flashed across his eyes.
While talking, the two had already arrived in front of Yan Haotian's iron cage.