What exactly is she going to do to ensure that she won't die in the ring?

This is also the question Liu Zijing wants to ask. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

But soon, he saw Gu Lian glancing at him, he was stunned, and immediately understood, and his mood suddenly fell into a groove.

Depend on! What other means? Trick fart! The girl decided that he wouldn't send her to death, so she just let go of her nonsense and left everything to him, he was good, he was bluffed by her performance just now, and really thought she had some killer features!!

understands that this layer does not make Liu Zijing's mood half a point better, he is simply depressed, and the only consolation is that Song Jiahui is more depressed than him.

"Hehe, it's very lively, everyone." At this time, an old and powerful voice came from the door, and everyone followed the reputation, and Gu Lian and the others found that someone was standing quietly behind them, looking at everyone with a smile.

The old man was hunched over, with a cane in his hand, his hands on it, his eyebrows and eyes were serene, and he seemed to be old and weak, as if anyone in the audience could kick him to cripple him.

The owner of the gladiatorial arena, Wancang.

However, no one dared to underestimate him, not only because of the row of bodyguards with big shoulders and round waists behind him, but also because he was the master of this place, the hero who brought the gladiatorial arena with one hand, he was the king that everyone here had to rely on, as long as he wanted to, no matter how capable his subordinates were and how high their status was outside, death was just a matter of one word.

So the noisy atmosphere that had just been made up by a series of disputes cooled down instantly. Many of his subordinates stood up in an uproar, and although the seventy-two bigwigs were still sitting, they also adjusted their sitting postures, put away their good attitude, and looked at the master of the gladiatorial arena with a non-rude attitude.

In silence, the old man walked slowly on crutches, turned his head sideways at Gu Lian and smiled gently: "The little girl is very ambitious." ”

It was obviously a pair of kind eyes, but Gu Lian felt a chill. This feeling is very familiar to her, there was once a vicious and cruel perverted lame, just looking at her can make her creepy.

She suddenly understood that the old man in front of her and the poisonous snake were the same kind.

She was terrified in her bones.

Although it was not clear who he was, it was not difficult to put on a tame posture in front of the old man, because he had that aura. Gu Lian lowered her head and replied obediently: "Originally, there was no room for me to speak, please forgive me for being rude." The room was so quiet that she could hear almost everyone breathing, and in such an atmosphere that every word she said was hopelessly clear, and every word was wrestling with gravity.

You can't be timid, you can't tremble, your voice should be steady from beginning to end, and every pronunciation should be normal......

Gu Lian's forehead showed fine beads of sweat. In just one sentence, she felt as tired as she had just finished running a marathon.

Although she didn't know why, she intuitively felt that her posture was extremely important at this time, as if there were countless poisonous snakes eyeing her next to her, and the slightest mistake would be taken advantage of and killed by someone......

"Do you admit your mistake...... Very good. The old man's eyes flashed, and he smiled imperceptibly. That's why he likes to observe young people, who always have a surprising sensitivity, an uncanny unpolished sense of smell.

He seemed to be noncommittal to her words, and under the attention of all, he walked unhurriedly to the main seat, and someone pulled out a chair for him. He sat down comfortably, handed over his crutches to his entourage, crossed his wrinkled hands on the table, looked at everyone with a smile, and said, "Song Jiahui, it seems that Liu Zijing is here, there is no way for you to get this beautiful little girl." ”

Song Jiahui, who was named, still had a little recklessness on his body at this time, the reckless man with a tiger's back bowed his head slightly to show respect, while Liu Zijing said gratefully: "Thank you, ...... Wanlao."

"Well, you don't have to thank me." Wan Cang interrupted him with a smile and waved his hand, looked sideways at Gu Lian, and looked at him like a retired old man who teased Sun Tai Chi every day, and said in an old and soft voice, "Supporting young people is what we old men should do, and I also look forward to seeing the little girl in the ring as soon as possible." ”

Gu Lian raised her head suddenly, her expression condensed, but Wan Cang still looked at her gently, looking at her.

The acumen of young people is something to envy.

-- And it would be wonderful to be able to break away the arrogance that they couldn't hide.

***

In a few words, the old man used Gu Lian to press each of the two outstanding young men, one lost face and the other lost his lining, which could be regarded as a warning to them for disrupting order. With such a thing as the opening ceremony, the meeting will naturally become a hall of words for all the elders. They discussed the features of this episode of the program and the competition at the venue, how to mobilize the audience's emotions? What kind of plot reversal is the most exciting? What kind of character should be placed in the finale? When should the bloodiness and tyranny of the essential spices appear in order to detonate the audience? What odds do they ask for?

The producers and invited guests are working together to draw up the best list of programmes.

Gu Lian was forgotten.

Her entry into the arena is already doomed, no one can escape the hand-picked of the king of the gladiatorial arena, at first she was the trigger of the contradiction, and now she has become a tool for the adjustment of the contradiction, and was mercilessly thrown out by the old man. A girl who is bound to die sooner or later can't arouse any interest, even Liu Zijing.

Who cares about her innocence?

Who cares about her life?

Who cares and who cares in the coming bloody feast of money?

Gu Lian stood behind Liu Zijing, clenched her fists, straightened her back, raised her head high, and her eyes were clear. The girl's childish face and the white slender neck form a subtle arc, revealing a wonderful sense of contradiction, she refuses to bow her head, like a child, like an adult.

Lonely so strong, restless so stubborn.

However, in the completely cold heart, there were also a few fragmented thoughts flashing.

Even in a strange era, she has not always been lonely, and someone has cared about her.

Who was it that carefully held her with her hands broken, looking as if she was hurting?

Who was it who said all sorts of threatening and teasing her, while pulling her, protecting her, and giving her candy as a reward when she couldn't hold on?

Who ruthlessly threatened her with her life with a sword, but stood by her wordlessly at every time she was in danger?

Who always swallows the food she dislikes with a helpless face, and then gently tells her that it tastes delicious?

Who was glued to her every day when she was most hesitant and helpless, caring for her softly?

Gu Lian blinked her eyes and wiped off the water vapor. It turns out that parting is like this, it reminds people of the warmth that is deliberately ignored, and then uses it as a sword to stir up the heart of the armor.

I'm sorry, she said to herself. I still hate you, but I still miss you. (To be continued.) )