Chapter 167 Game Rome

After resting all night at the black widow's house, the black widow took Wu Xian out early in the morning. There was a smile in Li Dingguo's eyes.

This time, the Black Widow went out with a camera in her hand and drove Bentley in the garage. She went out with a pure rich daughter and her boyfriend, coupled with the black suit and sunglasses on No. 24 sitting in the cab, which was even more like that.

24, under the instructions of the Black Widow, drove Bentley around the streets of Rome and stopped at the entrance of the Colosseum.

The black widow took Wu Xian's hands and walked out of Bentley, laughing with a camera in her hand, ran to the door of the ancient Roman Colosseum and took a selfie.

For this ancient Roman Colosseum, the Black Widow has been here many times, but he has never been in a good mood, or has no leisure to appreciate it at all. But this time, I really hope to have a good visit.

Wu Xian was pulled out of the car by the black widow and was shocked by the ancient Roman Colosseum in front of him. The wall with a height of more than 50 meters was oval. The wall was full of traces left by years, and the gray traces silently told the past and glory of the past.

The black widow saw Wu Xian and No. 24 stop, ran over with a smile, took one arm of Wu Xian and walked to the door of the Colosseum, leaving a bright smile with a camera.

and the black widow walked into the place where the blood of fighters were soaked, the fierce souls of fierce beasts, and a large number of Christians were martyred, but Wu Xian had an inexplicable emotion in his heart.

The slate paved roads on the ground seem to be talking about their own vicissitudes and sadness, more like a period of historical witness.

A carriage passes leisurely by. Will the crisp sound of horses' hoofs remind people of old romance? However, Wu Xian saw the armor of the gladiator and the sword of the gladiator. The horse's hoof beat like a war drum, and an indescribable impulse in his heart wanted Wu Xian to shout out loudly.

Wu Xian felt the feeling in his heart and walked forward quickly, hoping to feel better. The black widow was trying to take pictures with the camera, trying to leave some scenes, but she saw Wu Xian and the two walked forward quickly.

The black widow stopped taking pictures. She ran forward, took Wu Xian's arm, and followed Wu Xian's footsteps.

Wu Xian saw that the black widow's hand had leaned against his arm, and his footsteps gradually slowed down after a while.

With Wu Xian's rapid walk, several people have come to the ancient Roman Colosseum. Looking at the stands surrounded by the arena, Wu Xian seemed to see the crowds crazy with the atmosphere in the pool under the stage, crazy shouts, bursts of whistles, and the white hand towels waving in his hand.

Under the round pool are slaves, prisoners of war and beasts. When the door is opened, they are waiting for a moment, and the shadow of knives and shields are waiting for them. Blood splashes across the body. It may also be a humble honor and a better meal for them.

Wu Xian stepped on the land that had been penetrated by blood and the land that was once full of killing, with bursts of red light in his eyes. When I lowered my body and touched the cold stone with my hand, I heard a sigh that seemed to come from my heart, like the endless wind in the quiet night.

Feeling the sigh in his heart, Wu Xian's heart calmed down. He may be like the gladiator, slaves and beasts in the Colosseum. There is no tomorrow, only to die in battle, or wait for the next death!

"The Colosseum, formerly known as 'Flavio Amphitheatre'..." The black widow gently read the words on the introduction board, word by word with a pure national flavor, which is particularly prominent in this place full of foreign languages. It seemed that someone was looking at her. The black widow turned her head and took a look. After seeing Wu Xian, she showed a sweet smile, like the most beautiful flower in spring, revealing its essence.

Seeing the pure smile of the black widow, Wu Xian stopped. Since in the darkest era, the most unjust killings can be submerged in the smoke of history, why won't you break through this damn shackles and break this heavy burden?

After thinking about the knot in his heart, Wu Xian made the most beastly and majestic long chant in the face of this broken wall. Brother's blood, enemy's white bones, enemy's smiling face... Let me smash all this, and I'll break it! Let the tired white bones and all kinds of injustices be destroyed and build an eternal city!

The black widow was shocked by the sudden roar of Wu Xian and No. 24, but when she heard the dragon-like fighting spirit in the sound, her eyebrows were entangled.

The sudden cry of Wu Xian also attracted the attention of all the tourists visiting the Colosseum. Listening to Wu Xian's voice, the blood in the blood vessels seemed to boil. If it hadn't been for the obstruction of blood vessels, it would have been directly bursting out. Although the color of their skin is different from that of themselves and others, their voices make them feel the same blood.

The Black Widow saw Wu Xian and No. 24 attracting the attention of tourists and immediately pulled Wu Xian and No. 24 to leave the Colosseum. It is very common for mercenaries to have a grudge outside, but now when they are on a mission, the most afraid thing is to expose the target, so the black widow went out of the Colosseum with a little regret.

The Black Widow commanded No. 24 and drove to Palatine Hill. After parking the car, the three walked on the ruins of Augustana Palace and looked at these relics with a sense of vicissitudes, but Wu Xian did not feel in the Colosseum. The green grassland sets off the crisscrossing traces of relics. The isolated pine trees stand among them, and the gentle breeze blows by, with the fragrance of soil, bringing a little freshness to this chaotic world. But it doesn't give Wu Xian any sense of security, because this place is too suitable for snipers.

The black widow took pictures everywhere with a camera, and even two ants dragging a small bug on the ground were put into her camera. More of them are Wu Xian's face with little expression and his selfie.

After pulling Wu Xian into the Palatine Museum and taking a picture in front of a headless statue, the black widow let go of Wu Xian's arm and patted at the things in the museum.

Wu Xian looked at the headless statue in front of him. The white marble had turned white, and the hands of the statue were also incomplete. However, judging from the smooth folds of her clothes, Wu Xian, who had never been exposed to stone carvings, felt shocked. You can imagine how perfect the statue was back then, but this is just an idea that flashed in Wu Xian's mind, and he was more calculating how to evacuate safely and effectively from the museum.

The black widow seemed to be tired of shooting. She pulled Wu Xian back to the car and took out another memory card from her bag to replace the full amount of cards in the camera. Smilingly directing the car on the 24th, Wu Xian saw from the black widow's face that the next place would be a famous attraction in Rome.

Sure enough, after turning around on the road for a while, the Black Widow stopped on the 24th, and Bentley was also placed aside. Wu Xian looked at the obelisk that came into his eyes and inserted into the sky like a sharp sword. The huge cross on the top marked the nobility of faith. The white marble house looks pure and elegant under the sun. A circle of various people on the top of the room shows their unique culture.

"Welcome to St. Paul's Cathedral!" A brown-haired girl came to Wu Xian and said. My name is Wei Ais. Do you need a tour guide?

The black widow smiled against Wu Xian's arm and said in pure Italian, "Oh, thank you! However, I don't think we need a tour guide."

After hearing the yellow man speak Italian fluently than himself, Wei Ais said to the Black Widow and Wu Xian, "I wish you have a good time." After saying that, he began to look for other people who needed service.

The black widow took Wu Xian into St. Paul's Cathedral. Wu Xian felt that he had entered a palace of art. The beautiful stone carvings beside the passage, the beautiful murals on the walls, exquisite decorations, and everything made Wu Xian experience an artistic baptism from head to toe.

The black widow held the camera and pressed the shutter quickly. There was no shadow of the black widow on the battlefield. The complete book was a little girl who had just left home. There is no task at all, and it is completely the look of traveling.

It happened that the three black widows met a priest praying. The black widow also sat on the chairs in the back row, listening to the hymns of the choir and looking at the devout believers around her. This scene is so harmonious and beautiful.