Xia Gui found a no-man's corner by the window and sat down quietly.

At this moment, the expression on his face did not fluctuate, he still looked quite calm and calm, but in fact, his hands and feet were cold, and there was a trace of defeat in his heart.

Master Jiang deliberately found himself, and he was indeed here to bring his last words!

Even Lord Jiang is not optimistic about himself, which means that he has really entered a desperate situation.

Xia Gui knows very well that as the best soft persimmon in this third layer, someone will definitely challenge him next. Every gladiator here is a master of the Spring Realm, and every one of them is difficult to deal with.

And the most dangerous situation is that when the game starts after lunch, Mu Cheng directly named himself to kill himself. When you are at your weakest, being named by your strongest opponent is basically certain death.

Qing Reggae may be able to barely dodge some attacks, but after a long time, Xia Gui's physical strength and true qi will be consumed faster, and sooner or later he will be caught by Mu Cheng...... Of course, if he can break through to the Yongquan Realm before the final with Mu Cheng, there may still be a glimmer of life.

However, I don't know if God will give him time for this breakthrough.

Xia Gui's mind was in chaos.

In the past few months, he has endured humiliation and burdened the burden and escaped death, which is the illusory hope that Boudin said, and his father and mother may still be alive! In order to see his father and queen mother again, he has worked hard to cultivate, endured a lot of hardships, and also encountered a lot of injustice, but he has never given up, is he going to be forced into a desperate situation this time?

Xia Gui's eyes flashed with despair, and he raised his head and looked at the sky through the narrow skylight.

The sky is so far away, and so is freedom.

At this moment, the smile of his father and queen mother slowly appeared in his mind. The queen mother seemed to be still like before, gently took him into her warm arms, touched his hair, and said softly: "It's okay, everything will pass......"

A deep sadness suddenly rose in Xia Gui's heart, and he couldn't help but cry in his heart, "Father, mother, where are you? What should I do......

Bang!

Suddenly, thunder broke out of thin air in the dry land, and an extremely long lightning bolt pierced the sky above the gladiatorial arena.

Tick, tick.

Xia Gui only felt a coldness on his cheeks, as if there were raindrops splashing on his face.

He was stunned, and looked out through the small window, only to see a large dark cloud shrouded in the sky, and the raindrops the size of beans were crackling, and the gladiatorial arena fell into chaos.

The black clouds that crushed the city drifted over the gladiatorial arena, blocking out the sunlight as if it were a slight, like night. And the nobles and commoners in the gladiatorial arena also shouted.

"Why is it so dark all of a sudden!"

"It's raining!"

The light rain gradually turned heavier, and the sound of "bang" sounded one after another, and the heavy raindrops with the breath of cooling off the heat fell crackling down and smashed on the top of everyone's heads.

Because the rainproof and waterproof engineering of the gladiatorial arena was not very well done, there was no difference between the commoners and the nobles in the matter of rain, and soon the torrential rain also fell on the heads of the nobles, wetting their clothes and dripping their hair.

"It's raining?" said Mi Wuzong.

There was a commotion at the scene, some civilians took off their clothes and held them above their heads to avoid the rain, and some civilians began to run around.

Mi Wuzong was very depressed, as a master of the Murmuring Realm, he was not afraid of rain, and neither was his father and uncle, but he had to think about other women, the elderly, children, and civil officials who could not practice.

Seeing that within a moment, everyone had been drenched, and Mi Wuzong knew that this gladiatorial match might not be able to go on for the time being.

"Haha, Wu Zong, your rain prayer dance is really effective. In the rainstorm, Mi Wu laughed.

"I'm sorry, praying for rain has never worked before, why did it succeed again this time?"

Angry, you can't let the nobles watch the gladiatorial match in the rain, Mi Wuzong said loudly: "Let's go to the manor to rest and hide from the rain first, and then start the game after the rain stops." ”

A priest stepped forward and said, "Young Master Wuzong, I'm afraid the rain won't stop in the afternoon." I just made a divination, and there is a large dark cloud drifting in, and the rain is expected to continue for half the night. ”

"What?, in the middle of the night?" Mi Wuzong's face was ugly.

"Yes. The priest nodded.

"Why didn't you say it before?" said Qi Wu in the face and angrily.

The game couldn't go on, so Mi Wuzong had no choice but to say loudly: "Please move to the other garden to rest, we have other arrangements, let's watch the game tomorrow morning." ”

Everyone was drenched in the rain and had already retreated, and when they heard Mi Wuzong announce their move, they quickly dispersed with a bang.

Suddenly, commoners, slaves, and nobles ran away along the path in small steps. Some nobles thought that the slave was in the way, so they directly pushed it down and stepped on the slave's body.

The scene was very chaotic.

"Master, escort the old grandmother away. "Mi Wu longitudinal.

"Yes. "Master takes the order.

Under the command of the officials, some order was restored, and people ran in the direction of the garden.

......

The torrential rain swept away the crowd of onlookers, and as the people evacuated, the lively arena gradually became deserted.

After a tea time, this originally noisy gladiatorial arena, except for a few domestic servants and soldiers who braved the rain to clean up the scene, there were no other idle people.

The torrential rain soon gathered on the ground and trickled over the insteps of the servants, diluting the blood of the gladiators who had died tragically in the past few days. The breath of blood mixed in the rain, steaming and drifting into the unreachable clouds.

The sound of heaven and earth is a continuous sound of rain, crackling, overwhelming.

The gladiators in the gladiatorial battle only heard the sound of crackling raindrops, and their faces showed luck.

How good it is, this rain fell so timely, and it bought everyone half a day more time to survive.

Looking at this continuous rainstorm, Xia Gui also showed an unbelievable look of surprise. His own prayer actually took effect? The game was really delayed until the next day, and he had plenty of time to break through!

A hint of Jedi sewing felt rising from Xia Gui's heart, and this feeling made him feel so uplifted that his pupils even lit up with a raging flame.

If this rain stops tomorrow, then half a day and one night will be just enough for him to complete the breakthrough!

"Bang bang. ”

At this time, hurried footsteps came from the south gate, followed by a stinking curse, "Damn, this blind God, this rain!"

A noble man dressed in a gorgeous costume appeared at the door of the south gate, this noble son was soaked and looked embarrassed, but the violent atmosphere on his face made people recognize him at a glance - Mi Wuzong.

PS: Unconsciously writing here, I have accumulated 146 chapters of anger, and I am ready to explode in one breath in the next.