Chapter 8, Desperate Slave

I wandered in the streets, thinking about my plan to make a fortune. The shops on the street are a good target. I put my hand in my pants pocket and walked around for three times, and finally I had no choice but to give up. The gun in my pants pocket almost came out of the water. I sighed in my heart: Can't there be a more artistic way except to take out a gun and rob like a little hooligan?

I finally squatted down tiredly in a corridor called "Subway Exit". A few steps away, two fallen musicians were playing their pianos weakly. They had the same beard and played different music, but they were all equally sad and sad. I was silently in the sound of their sad piano. Let's put down the artist's shelf and solve the current dilemma first.

A loud noise gradually came from the depths of the corridor, and then stopped with the harsh "squeak". I don't know when a strange thing appeared in the depths of the corridor, like a long string of metal boxes connected together. Countless people gushed out of the long boxes and quickly entered the corridor where I and two musicians were. People The behavior hurriedly passed by us. Occasionally, someone stopped in front of the musician and put a few metal coins into the cup in front of them, making a pleasant "jingle". I was looking at them stunned, and a piece of green paper floated down from above my head and finally fell to my feet.

"Hey!" I picked up the money to stop the reckless man who lost the money. He had remitted into the flow of people. I was holding the money and hesitating whether to catch up with it. Another money fell into my arms. I stared at the woman who threw the money in front of me. She also looked at me with pity and saw that I didn't say anything, she pulled out another one from her wallet. Give it to me, and then leave a sympathetic look and a graceful back in my mind forever.

There were paper money falling in front of me, and I suddenly realized that the grand monkey was actually regarded as a beggar! I grabbed the money and stood up and told every giver out loud that they couldn't earn any income I made at any time. I still have 1 billion deposits in Suez Bank! But these words only get more sympathy and more banknotes.

The flow of people finally fell down. I looked at the green notes scattered at my feet and couldn't help but feel very funny. Probably my appearance and the torn clothes hanging when avoiding the blockers deceived the good people, which made me unintentionally deceive everyone once. It seems that I am indeed a born criminal artist, even the most common and ancient The old trick will become so artistic and comedic to me!

When I think about it, my heart is immediately balanced. Since it is fraud rather than begging money, of course, it will not damage my grandson monkey's reputation and self-esteem. Of course, I can enjoy it with peace of mind! Seeing that there was no one around except the previous two musicians, I whistled arrogantly and slowly collected all the banknotes. At a rough glance, it was much beyond my imagination.

"You are fucking smart! How dare you think of pretending to be an idiot to beg!" An gloomy voice sounded beside me. Looking up, it turned out that the two down-down musicians surrounded them, and their eyes flashed with jealousy.

"It's not pretending, I'm an idiot." I smiled as I folded the messy notes one by one.

"Do you know whose territory this is?" A musician asked, and without waiting for me to ask back, he immediately pointed to his nose and said, "It's both of us. According to the rules, all your income should be handed in. For the sake of your peers, we allow you to leave one-tenth and share it in the future."

"We are not colleagues," I stuffed the sorted banknotes into my arms, raised my index finger and waved them. "You are musicians, and I am an artist, a crime artist."

After saying that, I turned around and left. Although I like music, I don't want to do anything with musicians, especially musicians who are worse than me, but the two musicians don't think so. They blocked my way, left and right, played dazzlingly with a folding knife in their hands, pretending to be vicious and shouted. He said, "Leave the money, or we will give you some blood!"

"The knife is not played like this," I had a relaxed smile on my face, but my hands poked out. Before the two musicians understood, the knife in my hand had already reached my hand. The knives in my hand flipped up and down on their cheeks. They were so scared that they opened their eyes and dared not move. After a moment, I stuffed the knife back into them. In his hand, he looked at them with appreciation, nodded and smiled, "This looks much more energetic, although it is no longer like a musician."

I slowly walked out of the corridor. Behind me, two musicians were touching their bare cheeks and jaws.

With money, everything becomes simple, and I can easily find a game node and lie on the game platform like last time. Soon there was a strange cold outside, and it was dark in front of me, and my consciousness gradually blurred...

The familiar camel bell is ringing in my ear, and my body is slowly flucating with the camel bell. My throat is as dry as if it is about to crack, and my stomach is burning with hunger.

"Water, give me water!" I screamed desperately, but I couldn't even hear the sound myself. I opened my eyes with a hard time and saw the slowly moving gravel and the four hooves of the camel. It turned out that I was lying on the camel's back, like a dead fish out of the water. A dry chicken claw-like hand reached under my jaw and held my head up. I finally saw the shriveled old man in front of me. He was surprised to see that I was half open my eyes and looked at him. He let go of his hand and muttered, "It's a miracle that you survived!"

"Put him down!" A rough voice sounded beside me. He used a strange language, which sounded like a hurricane roaring through the Gobi Desert. I had never heard it, but I could understand it. Someone rudely grabbed my hands and feet and threw me to the ground. The blazing sun made me have to close my eyes. Just before I figured out what was going on, the rough voice said, "Give him some water. It's a miracle that a man has been in a coma for more than ten days and can't die with just a little horse milk. I really want to I know what kind of person this is."

The sweet horse milk soaked into my throat little by little. I swallowed it desperately. The dry throat began to feel moist, the blazing stomach gradually became full, and my physical strength gradually recovered. Finally, I was able to raise my hand to push away the water bag that almost choked me to death and gasped and said clearly, "Thank you for your help!"

"Who are you? How can you speak our language? Just now, the man questioned, "You appeared in the abandoned Tatar camp in a big cannibal clothes. You look like the Song people, but you can speak the language of our party Xiang people!"

I was dumb and only smiled bitterly in my heart. Should I tell him that I am a Chinese-American?

"Answer quickly! General Yeli is asking you!" Someone grabbed my arm roughly and set me up. I was so weak that I needed to rely on him to stand completely. Just now, the rough voice asked again, "What's your name?" Which ethnic group?"

I hesitate and can't tell him that my name is Peter? Li, right? After a long time, I had to reluctantly say, "My name is an idiot. I should probably be a Han Chinese."

"What does it mean to count?" The man who grabbed me suddenly let go of his hand, and I immediately fell to the ground, but he had no mercy. He raised his leg and kicked me and scolded, "Look at your hesitant appearance. Most of them are Song's s spies. If I don't give you a color, I don't know who you are!"

He pulled out the sharp blade, and the roar of the golden iron out of the sheath made me excited all over, but I was too weak to resist!

"Wait a minute, Your Highness, we haven't gained much from this hunt. He finally survived, which is God's will, so let him live." The rough voice stopped the people next to me, and then muttered, "White, idiot, this name is also easy to say."

Just now, I just said my name according to the pronunciation of my mother tongue. Presumably he didn't understand the meaning of the name, so I didn't think it was anything special. I just said to the highness, "It may not be clear now. It's not too late to torture him slowly when he returns to Xingqing."

The highness collected the knife angrily and kicked me again before telling others, "Ty him to my hunchback and take care of him carefully. Don't let him die like this."

I have a good impression of the general called "Wildly", and I am very disgusted with the "Your Highness". When I was helped up, I looked at the two of them. The general was born with a leopard's head and a beard. He was in his early 40s, his arms were knotted, and his bronze skin was oily. Bright, riding on a tall horse is particularly fierce; the highness is less than 20 years old, a little handsome, white and arrogant.

I was tied to the camel's back again, and the boring and long journey began again. This is a huge team of hundreds of people. In addition to the soldiers riding and camels carrying goods, there are also more than a dozen Tattars who are shackled together in the middle of the team. Men and women are driven forward like animals by the soldiers with leather whips. I realized that I should have had the same fate as them because of extreme Only when he was weak did he escape.

Along the way, from the chatter of the soldiers, I learned that the general's name is Ye Li Moren, who is a unified army, and the highness is called His Royal Highness Chunyou. This time they led troops across Helan Mountain and went deep into the Tatar-infested Gobi desert to hunt. The prey are the Tatars tied together. They will Xingqing, the capital of Daxia, was brought back as a slave, and I was picked up by them on the way home.

Xingqing, the capital of Daxia, is much more prosperous than I thought. As soon as I entered the city gate, I heard all kinds of shouts and hawking in my ears. Except for a few children chasing us to watch the fun, people seem to have been surprised.

The team turned around a street, and suddenly there was a little riot in front of them. There were gongs and drums beating regularly. A team of people came towards us and just blocked our way.

"It's the king of Chu, let's make way!" Yelimoren, who took the lead, immediately pulled the horse's head and gave way to the roadside, but His Royal Highness Chunyou behind him shouted, "I'm the prince. Why should I give him a Nanman to make way?" Don't let it!"

"Your Highness must not be reckless," Ye Li Mo Ren grabbed the reed of His Royal Highness Chunyou's horse. "The new title of the prime minister is the king of Chu, and his majesty has been the same as that of the royal clan, and even above all clans. We are the younger generation and should avoid concessions."

His Royal Highness Chunyou wanted to say something, but he was forcibly pulled aside by Noli Moren, and the team also flashed to both sides of the street, watching the team's towering honor guard slowly pass in front of him. After dozens of honor guards passed, a Huagai carriage finally came. In the carriage was an old man with a solemn expression, wearing a golden crown, a brocade robe, hanging on his waist and jade belts. His skin was fair, his face was clear, and the willows under his jaw were fluttering. Except for the little gloom hidden in his eyes, he should be a rare beautiful man.

"Oh, isn't this General Nori and His Royal Highness Chunyou?" The old man finally noticed the team by the road and immediately motioned the driver to stop, but the old man did not mean to get out of the car. He only held the car and asked, "I heard that you went hunting outside Helan Mountain. Is there any harvest?"

"When I returned to the king of Chu, I hunted more than a dozen Tatar households," General Yeli held his fist immediately. "Now the Tatari have fled to the more remote grassland, and it is not easy to hunt them."

The old man nodded understandingly: "Yes, there has been no war for many years, and the emperor has abolished the law of using the exiles as slaves. Now it is not easy to buy some strong slaves."

"The king of Chu can take a look at these Tatar households that came down," General Ye Li said quickly. "If you like it, please take them away, or send them to the prince to the palace later."

"Ha ha, General Ye Li is kind to me, but how can this be embarrassing?" The old man smiled for a long time.

"You're welcome, prince. It's an honor to serve the prince!" Ye Li Mo Ren said and lowered his head. I noticed a unwilling look on his face. His Royal Highness Chunyou asked Ye Li in a low voice, "Why do we give away the prey we have worked hard to grab?"

"Since the general is so polite, I am disrespectful," the old man ignored the mutter of His Royal Highness Chunyou and waved back and said, "Lang Lie, just choose a few and take them back."

A white horse came out, and immediately the rider was thin, about twenty-eight years old, handsome and deep, and his eyes were as bright as a sharp sword. He slowly swept it, making the already quiet long street more solemn. The soldiers looked at him in awe, and His Royal Highness Chunyou unconsciously closed his mouth. The rider slowly passed in front of the Tartar prisoners and pointed with a horse whip as he walked. Immediately, a soldier untied the Tatars he picked from the team and sent them to the old man's team. In a short time, he picked out seven or eight, all young and strong Tataris, leaving only some women, children and the old and the weak.

"King of Chu, there is still a special slave here, or your clan. Why don't the king of Chu choose?" Seeing that the rider picked away all the powerful Tattars, His Royal Highness Chunyou finally couldn't help getting angry, whipped me on the head fiercely, and joked to the old man, "Why don't the king of Chu take a closer look? Maybe it's still your relatives in the Southern Dynasty."

The hot pain on my head greeted the eighteen generations of Chunyou's ancestors in my heart, but I didn't dare to show it on my face. Now my identity is a slave, just like the animal that can be slaughtered at will in the master's hand. Before there is any resistance, I must not provoke the master. I can do it. I can only raise my head desperately and hope that the "King of Chu" can hit me. Even if I am a slave, I should find a more arrogant master, right? Unfortunately, the king of Chu only glanced at me and said lightly, "Your Highness, why did you say this? Since I returned to the previous emperor, I have no relatives and friends in the Southern Song Dynasty. My relatives are the current empress dowager, my grandson, Emperor Renxiao, and also including you, my great-grandson.

After saying that, the old man waved his hand and left His Royal Highness Chunyou with a red face and left.

Ye Li Mo Ren saw that Chunyou was angry and quickly comforted him, "Forget, Your Highness, our guards and horses go out to hunt, and most of the king of Chu will be selected. These practices of Beijing are not only our bad luck."

"I'm not angry with a few slaves!" Chunyou said angrily, "I was angry that the late emperor set up a Han woman as the queen. As a result, a southerner was allowed to do his power in my summer and mess up the Xiang Qiang people of our party, especially me to expand the pure blood of my family!"

"Your Highness, silence!" Yeli Moren quickly whispered, "This must not be said again. If it comes to the emperor's ears, even if you are a prince, you will inevitably be convicted. Tuo's surname was changed to Li as early as the Tang Dynasty. Your current name is Li Chunyou. The emperor respects Sinology, and the most unhate person has the desire to restore the ancestral system, which you must keep in mind!"

Li Chunyou still wanted to say something, but he heard Ye Li Moren say, "Let's go back quickly. Princess Baoyan should be anxious."

"You are finally back!" As soon as the team arrived outside a glorious mansion, a red horse flew out of the door, and a red girl flew down from the saddle before the fierce horse stopped, flying like a butterfly eagle.

ye li mo ren hurriedly turned over and got off the horse and punched the girl as a courtesy. A rare smile flashed in Li Chunyou's eyes and sighed, "My sister is so heroic. I don't know which warrior in Daxia dares to be your son-in-law?"

The girl in red smiled proudly, threw the whip and reins in her hand to the pursuer, and said generously, "Except for the waves, there is no warrior that makes this princess like."

Seeing his sister mention Lang Lie, Li Chunyou's face immediately darkened and said angrily, "Don't mention that guy. If it weren't for him, we wouldn't have come back empty-handed this time!"

"Empty-handed back?" She turned her eyes to the slave team and immediately shouted strangely, "Why are these old and weak women and children? Not even a young man?"

"The young man was picked away by the Lang Lie guy!" Li Chunyou was even more angry, "All of them have become the property of the King of Chu!" It's fucking like a robber."

"Not really," Ye Li Mo Ren said with a smile, "At least leave us one here."

At the sign of Ye Li Moren, I was put down from my hunchback by several soldiers. After a few days of rest and horse milk feeding, most of my physical strength has recovered, and I don't feel uncomfortable standing on the ground, but my hands and feet are still a little sore.

The girl in red is constantly reading me, and I also look at her. She is not too beautiful, but she has a wild beauty without powder, especially the long dark hair, which casually spreads her shoulders, which adds a sense of elegance.

"Well, the frame is not bad," the girl circled around me, as if she were looking at an animal, and then ordered me, "Open your mouth!"

I opened my mouth honestly. She picked up her feet, held my jaw with a horse whip and looked at the teeth in my mouth, and then nodded and said, "The teeth are also good, but her face is too ugly, mostly a sick short-lived ghost!"

"No, no, this guy's life is longer than anyone else!" Li Chunyou hurriedly said, "When we found him on the Gobi beach, he had been stunned by the sun. After being taken away by us, he was in a coma for more than ten days. During this period, he actually survived with a little horse's milk and survived. Look at his current appearance, how can he look like a person who woke up after more than ten days in a coma?"

"Real?" Princess Baoyan looked at me suspiciously and then flew up and kicked me with her legs. Suddenly, I didn't have time to dodge at all. I instinctively dodged the tip of her sharp cowhide boots and let her instep hit my leg. She actually had a lot of strength on her feet, which made my body shake before I stood firm.

"The next market is still strong and the response is not slow," she nodded with admiration. "What's the name? Which ethnic group?"

I answered honestly, "I'm an idiot, I'm a Han Chinese!"

"by the way, how do you wear cannibal clothes? Appearing in the place where Tattars are active? Do you still understand our language? Who tied you to the ground?" Li Chunyou suddenly remembered this section.

Knowing that I didn't give him a reasonable explanation, most of them would suffer from skin and flesh, so I had to say half-truthily: "I followed the hard work of the big food giants to and from the east and west. When I first walked out of the desert, I met the robbers, separated from the caravan, and was tied to the ground by the robbers and waited for death. I had been following my master to go north and south before, so there will be several Language."

Li Chunyou stared at me suspiciously, as if he wanted to ask something else. Princess Baoyan waved her hand impatiently and said, "I don't care who you used to be. Now that you have become our prisoner, please feel free to be a good slave. I want several martial arts masters to train you. I hope you can train hard and strive to become An excellent slave!"

I was confusedly brought into the mansion, washed away the dust under the supervision of the soldiers, changed my clothes, and then I was handed over to several "masters" by the soldiers, but they looked like well-trained warriors.

There was almost no rest, and the masters took turns to give me a simple test. Fortunately, it was just a simple test. I was still knocked down seven or eight times by them, and two new knife wounds were added to my arm. They didn't stop until I could no longer get up. During this period, two masters were also knocked to the ground by me, and one was broken by me. One of my hands was broken in the throat, thinking that they would no longer have a chance to be a master. The remaining masters were very satisfied with my physical fitness and even had a trace of fear of me. They promised Li Chunyou and Princess Baoyan, who watched the battle, that it would only take two months to train me to be the best slave. The Li brothers and sisters are very excited about this guarantee, and they are even more satisfied with the fierceness I showed in the test.

There are also several people who are trained at the same time as me, including Tatari, barbarians and Khitans. They have been trained longer than me, but they are not as valued by my masters. Every time they are trained, several masters have to climb me completely down. I know that they are avenging two disabled colleagues, so I am not jealous. Hate them. What's more, all this is just a game. I just want to get the I Ching of the Southern Song Dynasty and earn the billion yuan that belongs to me.

In order to suffer less from the pain of skin and flesh, I have to train desperately. I have to master the basic knife techniques in a short time, which is much better than several companions who have been trained at the same time. During this period, I also became friends with them, and I quickly learned their language and learned what was going on with the "fighting slaves" from the Tatari.

"Have you ever seen Song people fighting cocks and crickets, or golden people fighting dogs and bulls?" When the Tatar named Barda explained all this, his face was extremely calm. "Training slaves to fight each other for gambling and entertainment is inherited from Liao. Now it is a game among the Jin and Xia nobles. Slaves trained to fight are called fighting slaves."

I have already guessed a few points about this, but I am not surprised. I just smiled and asked, "This kind of duel often kills people, right?"

Barda Monster* looked at me: "This kind of duel is usually endless."

I was stunned for a moment and couldn't help asking, "Have you ever thought about escaping?"

"When I was first caught, I thought," Barda still had that indifferent expression, "but none of the attempts were successful. Now the emperor of Xixia is gradually abolishing slaves and returning slaves to freedom. In addition, the master also rewards meritorious slaves, and the highest reward is freedom, so everyone insists that they can survive to the day of freedom.

I sighed secretly and could only temporarily accept my fate and place the hope of freedom on others.

During the training, the Li brothers and sisters often came to see me. They placed great hopes on me. As can be seen from their eager eyes, their eyes were even a little anxious. I don't know who they want me to duel with, but I know that the day the training ends is probably the day I go to kill or be killed. I'm so frustrated every time I think about it.

No matter how reluctant I was, the day finally came. The venue of the duel was in the closed field where we trained. When the opponent came out of the corridor, I was very surprised. Even if I knew it was a game, I still hesitated.

I have two opponents, one is the Tatar Barda and the other is the Khitan. They are all my partners.

"Only one of you can come out alive!" Li Chunyou looked down at the duel field outside the high wall and shouted at us.

I held the knife as a weapon and whispered to the two companions, "Why should we kill each other? Why don't you think of another way?"

"There is no other way," Barda shook his head calmly. "There are warriors pointing arrows at us. If we refuse to fight, they will not hesitate to shoot the three of us together. We have no choice but to duel.

"I don't want to kill you, but I don't want to die under an arrow! So, either you die or I live!" The Khitan man howled and rushed at me fiercely, and the knife cut into my throat without any hesitation. Almost at the same time, Barda also rushed at me. He was fully aware of my strength. If he didn't join hands with the Khitans, they wouldn't even have a chance!

I sighed against the knife and chose the least injured angle to pass through their knives. The special training and the severe revenge of several masters made my knife method far surpass them. At the moment when our bodies were staggered, my knife passed through Barda's throat, and he was hot. The blood immediately sprayed on my face without stopping. My short knife threw out of the backhand and plunged into the back of the Khitan who passed by.

"Ah--" The Khitan man screamed for a long time and tried to pull out the knife on his back, but he couldn't reach it. I looked at him helplessly for a moment, and then I patched a palm on the knife handle and finally ended his pain. Applying the shallow wounds cut on my chest, I comforted myself in my heart: Fortunately, all this is just a game.

"Look! One move! Just one move! Am I right?" A master's excited voice came from outside the high wall, "His swordsmanship far exceeds that of all his companions and has become the best slave fighting. We can completely fight with the king of Chu!"

"Not bad! Thank you for your hard work!" This is Li Chunyou's voice, mixed with Princess Baoyan's excited screams, "Let him have a good rest and recover from his wounds. Ten days later, we will fight with the King of Chu!"

When I heard this, I knew that this was not a formal duel. This was just a test for me. Balda and the Khitan were just sacrifices for me to practice knives. Looking at the two companions who fell motionless in the pool of blood, I was angry and helplessly. I couldn't help raising my knife to anger the Li brothers and sister outside the high wall. The roar.

Ten days passed quickly. During this period, my training volume was reduced, and the knife wound on my chest quickly healed. Several masters actually respected me. I knew that it was like the master finally let him enjoy the preferential treatment before letting the cockfight go to war. Even, they even found me a female slave.

It was a Tatar female slave. I vaguely remember that she was swept away by Ye Li Moren with me. She was the youngest of those women. She was very strong like all Tatar women, but she was not beautiful at all, but after deliberately grooming and dressing up, especially the long legs and swollen breasts that made her strong. The new clothes that stand out and can't completely cover the mature body immediately aroused my desire. The inhuman treatment I have received in more than a month, as well as the psychological pressure after killing people with a knife for the first time, made me full of violence and find a way to vent.

I rushed up like a hungry wolf and picked her up and fell to my little **. I was so eager that the shackles on my hands and feet could not affect my actions at all. I jumped on her body and felt her trembling under my body. I pulled off her clothes randomly and buried my face in, even in that soft body. The top was completely suffocated, and the last sense of guilt in his heart was completely annihilated in his desire because it was a game.

I swam from her chest and pecked her neck and cheeks randomly. She turned her face away from my mouth. I roughly straightened her head, and then I saw her tearful eyes.

What kind of look was that? It was so helpless and miserable, which immediately made me cold and my desire suddenly disappear. I think it was such a look when I was whipped as an animal in the desert. When I waved my knife helplessly at my companions, it was also such a look. I knew that I was trampled on as an animal. The pain of dignity, so I can be regarded as an animal, but I can't treat a similar animal as an emotionless animal, even if all this is just a game.

I covered my coat for her and covered her breasts. I rolled out of bed from her body and huddled motionlessly at the foot of the bed, staring at the moonlight from the window and the faintly shining stars bathed in the moonlight.

I sat motionlessly on the ground all night, looking at the palm-sized night sky in a daze, and she was also motionless. It was not until the light of the sky that she slowly got up from **, carefully sorted out my messy clothes and hair, and then knocked on the locked door. Outside the door, a soldier muttered dissatisfiedly to open the door. I looked at her back. When she stepped out of the small door, she suddenly looked back and looked at me deeply. In the dark, her eyes were like the first morning that pierced the sky. I unconsciously straightened my chest under such a gaze, and the depression of more than a month was swept away, and I couldn't help but In your heart, you should secretly warn yourself that no matter what others treat you as, you should clearly remember that you will always be alone.

That's a respectful look!

At noon the next day, I was branded with an inch-long sword sign on my arm by several soldiers, which was a sign of the slave fighting. This sign may be a disgrace to ordinary people, but it is an honor for slaves. The slave-fighting slaves are the most respected among all slaves, warriors, and the most hopeful of getting themselves. Of course, he is the most likely to die in the duel field by becoming a warrior around his master.

At dusk, as a formal slave, I was taken by Li Chunyou and his sister to attend the family banquet of King Ren Dejing of Chu. From the gossip of the nobles, I finally knew that this slave event originated from the challenge of the State of Jin. After Emperor Wanyan Liang usurped the throne and seized power ten years ago, it took ten years to consolidate the throne and eliminate dissidents. Now He began to recruit civilian soldiers and actively prepared for the war, intending to sweep away the Southern Song Dynasty. At the same time, the emperor of Xia will send royal relatives to Daxia in the near future. Obviously, he wants to form an offensive and defensive alliance with Xia. In addition to the famous warriors of the Jin Kingdom, there are also five best slaves in the Jin Kingdom. They will make an appointment with Li Renxiao, the emperor of Xia, to help this grand event.

Anyone can see that Wanyan Liang is going to do both grace and power this time to sweep away the uncertain factor of the west for the southern invasion. At the same time, this slave fighting event will also become the display and show of the martial arts of the State of Jin. If the slaves trained by the State of Jin can overwhelm Xixia, it will be a great blow to the military spirit and morale of the State of Xia. At that time, the forces that advocate dependence on the State of Jin will certainly prevail. The family banquet of Ren Dejing, the king of Chu, is a party to choose the best slaves in the State of Xia. Countless emperors and nobles have brought their best slaves, hoping to compete with the slaves on behalf of the State of Xia and the Kingdom of Jin. I have the honor to participate in this party as the slaves of Prince Li Chunyou and Princess Baoyan. I don't know if it should be honored or not. Feel sad.

The family banquet was held in the back garden of the royal palace. Everyone sat on the ground around a huge iron cage, and the short ones in front of them were full of wine, meat, melons and fruits. As soon as I looked at the iron cage, I guessed that it was the duel field of slaves.

After all the guests arrived, the king of Chu came out quietly, and behind him was as straight and cold as a javelin. Everyone stood up to salute, which was more respectful than when Prince Li Chunyou arrived. After raising his hand to greet everyone and sat down, he cleared his throat and was about to say something. A nearby waiter rushed in and muttered a few words in his ear. His face changed slightly and he hurriedly bowed his hand to the crowd, "Sit down for a moment and let me go out to welcome a distinguished guest. ."

After leaving quietly, everyone couldn't help whispering. I don't know who had such a big face to ask the king of Chu to welcome him in person. While inquiring, I saw a middle-aged man dressed as a businessman at the age of 36 or 7 coming in under the guidance of Ren Dejing and several attendants. When the nobles saw the man's appearance, they hurriedly got up to salute, but were stopped by the man by the man and said, "I came here by letter this time. All etiquette is free. You treat me as an ordinary guest. ."

Everyone sat down obediently. As soon as they saw the appearance of the visitors and the guests, as well as the chilling Li Chunyou brothers and sisters, I suddenly realized that the person who came should be the young emperor Li Renxiao, the lord of a country in Xixia. I still heard the name from Barda.

After the person sat down, when he saw that everyone was silent, he said lightly: "The bad habit of fighting slaves was forbidden by the court a few years ago, but this time the State of Jin was determined to provoke, and the princes were unwilling to admit defeat from the king of Chu, so it is not convenient for me to stop it, but everyone should remember that this time alone, it will not be an example! In addition, as long as I can defeat the opponents of the Golden Kingdom, I will not only grant him and his family freedom, but also grant him the title of warrior with a reward of thousands of yuan. If he wants to, he can also be directly appointed as the centurion and serve in the guard.

The servant promised to go to the tent where the slaves gathered and loudly announced the words. There was a glimmer of hope in my heart. It seemed that there was a chance to be free. As long as I don't care about killing people, in fact, no matter if I don't care, I have to kill?

The duel finally began. The slaves were driven into the huge iron cage by a pair and fought until only the last person was released. I don't know in what order the duel was carried out. I only remember that after killing two people in a row, I got the opportunity to rest in a small tent. There are several such tents, each of which has Soldiers are heavily guarded.

I lay tiredly on the lounge chair, and the two female slaves were massaging and relaxing my muscles. From time to time, the cheers and curses of the nobles sounded outside the tent, as well as the hysterical howls of the slaves and the harsh sound of the handover of gold and iron, and occasionally the muffled sound of metal penetrated into people's hearts. At this time, a whispered quarrel suddenly came from outside the tent. I was too tired to open my eyes. In fact, I only used three knives to kill twice, and I didn't consume much physical strength, but the mental fatigue far exceeded my body.

"I'm sorry, Your Highness, you can't contact the slave fighting. This is for your safety."

"You don't have to worry about my safety. Don't let me see if I cut off your nose!"

The quarrel soon came to an end. As soon as the curtain of the tent was lifted, Princess Baoyan in a red dress penetrated into her, followed by two at a loss.

"Idiot, your next opponent is the most powerful white slave in the King of Chu Mansion. If you beat him, I will reward you ten female slaves!" Princess Baoyan said and threw a wine pot into my arms, "I'll reward you with a pot of spirits first. As long as you can kill him, you can fight on behalf of my Daxia!"

White slave fighting? My heart trembled, and suddenly there was a chill in my heart. Slowly opening my eyes, I smiled at Princess Baoyan, who blushed with excitement, and said evilly, "I'm not interested in female slaves. You're almost the same."

Princess Baoyan was stunned, changed her face to another blush, and stared at me deeply and said, "You are the first slave who dares to say this to me, no, man! I hope you come back alive."

After saying that, she turned around and got out of the tent. I slowly picked up the wine pot and let the liquor pour into my stomach without hindrance. A fire gradually rose from my stomach, but the chill in my heart did not decrease by any point.

White slave fighting? It's not that coincidental, is it? I sighed in my heart.