[I think I might have set a record.] 】

The system is empty, in fact, the space is not large, and there is no edge visible to the soul's vision, but in fact, the four walls and the ceiling can be directly touched by stretching out the arm, which is not a comfortable place to live.

Strictly speaking, the system parasitizes the host, it should exist in the host, but in fact, the faint sense of existence is very subtle, there is a moment, there is no time, and it is impossible to detect its existence exactly.

In the past, Luo Xiaoxing thought that he had discovered the location of the system, but later, when he went to that location to search carefully, he found that it did not exist at all.

He is sure that he does not have delusions or something, then, this sense of existence, may itself be a deception, to the senses, to the psychic power, to the consciousness... of deception.

So, what about system space?

Where exactly does this exist?

It should not be relied on a certain world, otherwise it will be difficult to travel quickly and easily, nor should it be relied on himself, Luo Xiaoxing is very sure that he cannot create such a space in his body, and human beings cannot be equated with demon beasts.

Perhaps, it is a kind of link that is maintained at the soul level, linking to an address, and the address is located in a space.

[I died too soon. 】

No one can say exactly where the end of their life is, and there may be some kind of premonition when death is approaching, but no one can be sure that a few years will be the end until then.

Luo Xiaoxing has no regrets about spending thirty years of life to see a humane fire, but it is a bit surprising that these thirty years of life is most of his life.

At the age of twenty, he died at the age of twenty, which was simply beyond Luo Xiaoxing's expectations.

[Can you give me a glimpse into the original owner's life?, or explain why the script is about his sister.] 】

This question has been lingering in Luo Xiaoxing's heart, but at that time, the system ignored him, and he didn't exhaustively investigate, now, in the system space, Luo Xiaoxing feels that rounding up, this can be regarded as the "heart" of the system, it is impossible not to answer.

[There is no life. 】

The system replied dryly.

Luo Xiaoxing was stunned for a moment, this answer was not too surprising, after all, I guessed that there would be such a possibility, the reason... [Faith?]

[Yes.] 】

The system's answer was crisp.

Luo Xiaoxing gasped, yes, it should have been thought of, the original owner should have been sent to Luo Lao, but a deaf child, it is impossible not to have some psychological problems, and he doesn't know how Luo Lao taught him those knowledge, so he used some Taoist methods.

Subtle, will attract people to watch.

How can such a Taoist method not be coveted, if the original owner can restore his hearing, he will believe very much, that is, he will not be able to recover his hearing, and he will become more and more faithful in order to work in this direction, such a result, there may be nothing in life, and after death, the soul will inevitably be taken away.

In this way, there will naturally be no script, after the faith, there is another belonging, ruled by a certain god, and can no longer be peeped at.

The script itself is a peek into the future, and when you can't see it, filling it with a similar script is like something the system will do.

This flexibility... Luo Xiaoxing was still thinking about how to describe a word, when a force came out of the system space, repelled him, and fell down...

It seems that in the huge field of the Colosseum, there is an empty space, and there seems to be a circle of spectators, and there are many shadows, and it seems that you can see some "people" of different shapes on it, some shadows are really not so much like the human race, and it is impossible to say which race, the black and gray shadows, I can't see the clues.

Overhead, there is a screen equivalent to the sky, on the screen, you can see a grinned man with red lips talking exaggeratedly, and every word seems to have an exaggerated expression to match, like a clown.

"Hey, little white face, what are you doing, looking down on me?

On the other side, a rough voice spoke, and a shadow struck, and when I looked closely, it was a mace, a rough and violent feeling came to my face, and the owner of the mace was not a barbarian in animal skins, but a large man in silver shining armor.

His eyes were like copper bells, his eyes were wide with anger, and when he roared, two puffs of white gas seemed to be spewing out of his nostrils, and the mace danced like a tiger, it was really windy, and when it crossed his eyes, the Dao Dao Wind Blade cut his body, and he seemed to feel some stinging sensation on the skin exposed outside the golden armor.

It's just a tingling sensation.

There is an instinct in the body, jumping up, standing lightly on top of the mace, as far as the eye can see, condescending, looking at the big man, the long sword in his hand is a little thin, not very suitable for dancing, stabbing forward, as if this action has been done a thousand times, the arm is naturally aligned, facing ... Not the throat, but the eyes.

"Abuse him, abuse him!"

"Glaring, dazzling!"

"Here we go again, that bloody hole full of holes!"

"I love you to death, Piercing!"

There are always a few very distinguishable voices in the chaotic shouts, but the words make people's minds messy, what is this!

The fingers moved slightly, and pressed down the tip of the sword, facing the throat, and the big man quickly dodged, but he obviously understood the words in the audience, and misjudged, so the sword did not completely dodge, and his neck was cut by the long sword A bloody wound, like a baby's open mouth, blood gushed out.

"Oh my God, is this a riptide?"

"This fountain is so beautiful!"

"I like it, Blood Fountain!"

In the cheers, the big man fell to the ground heavily, and with the mace that he never let go, the ground seemed to shake a few times, and some floating dust seemed to rise with it.

Well, probably no floating dust.

The toes fall to the ground, and the hard ground is not suitable for any association.

On the tip of the sword, a few drops of blood slipped down, this is really a very beautiful sword, silver bright and sharp, just now, the feel seems to be the same as cutting paper, too fast, it seems that he didn't feel it completely, there was no obstacle at all, and he cut his neck in half, making blood gush out.

Originally, he wanted to pierce the throat with a sword, but he dodged a little less accurately.

Lowering his head, his gaze fell on his hands, powerful and slender, his legs not completely covered by the golden armor were wearing a pair of leggings, and the shoes on his feet were also golden, and some gorgeous boots seemed to be leather, with metal decoration on the outside, like a flying dragon with wings, gorgeous and wanton.

"Ah, there is no suspense, thanks to the exhibition match in Jinjia City, I have to say, compared to the bloody torture in the past, this time, Jinjia City gave us a surprise, it was really a beautiful fountain, I think, there should be one in my manor, haha..."

The clown above his head was smiling wildly, his teeth were white, his red gums were exposed by laughter, his eyes and nose were like an embellished symbol at this time, and the big mouth took up almost the entire screen, allowing everyone to admire his throat, including the faint smile in his throat.

Is it really a human face? a blood-colored one that grows in the throat, or rather, a human face that sticks its head out of the throat?

What kind of weird thing is this?

Thinking like this, I saw a door open on the side, and the black passage was displayed in front of me, and without hesitation, I walked directly there, my footsteps were silent, and the bottom of the shoes did not know what it was made of, it was really not moving at all, and it was light enough, not like the existence of many metal gems.

Are all metal gemstones fake?

The jumbled thoughts continued for a while, until they entered the passageway, and then the door closed again behind them, and the lights came on the black road.

"Pretty good, kid. ”

An old man waited by the roadside, and as he spoke, he reached out to take his sword, and under his leadership, the servants who were waiting by also took action, and took off his helmet and armor for him.

The same thing has been removed, and it doesn't feel much lighter, and the equipment that looks heavy doesn't weigh much like a feather, which is really... He almost wanted to smile back when he saw that the weak and slender maid could hold the quilt-thick armor with one hand, and show a perfect smile.

"Go to the lounge and get some rest, I'll be proud of you. ”

As the old man said this, the smile on his face became more and more kind.

A servant with empty hands led the way, and the lounge was at the end of this short passage, and the footsteps were moving forward, feeling the difference in the road step by step, the road seemed to be foldable.

The lounge is not big, as narrow as the system space, but visually it is quite spacious and bright, because of the use of more transparent glass, you can see the scenery on all sides, from the house, you can also see the movement in the direction of the passage, the old man took the servant to the other direction, the road is really folded, can be expanded, leading to other rooms.

Sitting on the only sofa in the lounge, stretching his legs casually, the maid got down on one knee and took off the boots on his feet for him, and the pantyhose seemed like a woman's must-have, even if it was black, it looked a little strange.

Ignoring the maid's movements, leaning on the sofa and closing his eyes, the memory of the original owner flashed quickly, one of the heirs of Jinjia City, Lovis, was a member of the arena before he was in charge of today's exhibition match, showing his ability between life and death, the greater his ability, the more enjoyment he will get, otherwise, he may be like that big man, and become a ghost under the sword of the stronger.

Pure, violent, fighting, arena, once on the field, you have to divide life and death, even if it is an exhibition match, and all the fun of the arena is probably tricks and torture, which is exactly what the audience who doesn't know where is expecting.

This world is an arena.

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