Gu Qiu also has a little headache, it is more difficult to take this little guy than to take a child, it is beyond his control at every turn, he can only run after its ass every time, the further down this goes, the more uncomfortable the human body feels, but it is impossible to say that he did not get benefits from it. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

At least at first, he couldn't even dodge the 'small wind blade' that came out of the mine, and now he can calmly deal with the unstable energy 'blade' below.

"Chirp ......"

Gu Qiu spread his hands and expressed helplessness, he really didn't know this foreign language......

The small electric light was buried in the palm of his hand, and a slight electric numbness flowed from his fingertips to his arm.

On this day, most of the slaves in the cave ushered in a collective 'dinner', and each slave who was about to play was given a bowl of gruel and a plate of pickles, this time the pickles were in good condition, not like the kind of black that had been left for many days, but dull yellow or green, and the porridge was still very thin.

Ying Zheng sent five copies in this room, which means that she is about to go to the battle field with her four 'roommates'.

The one in front of him, Ying Zheng didn't move for a long time.

A certain 'roommate' spit out a small pebble, and a bowl of porridge had bottomed out, he glanced at Yingzheng and asked, "Don't you eat it?"

Ying Zheng did not respond.

"If you don't eat, then I can move. He reached out and grabbed it.

"Mine. "The other 'roommate' also got his hands on it.

"Don't grab it, maybe it's the last meal, and you can't let people go hungry. "There's also a sensible and fair 'roommate'.

Ying Zheng set his eyes on the last 'roommate', his eyes were slightly convex, he was licking the bowl, and even the pickles were torn into his mouth one by one, his throat kept swallowing, and the Adam's apple slid up and down.

She felt a little pathetic inexplicably.

But she's one of them now, whether she's here for purpose or not.

Fuka, Rongka.

The two names that Ying Zheng threw in his heart were as red as blood.

What kind of women are they......

In fact, this kind of people who take pleasure in the life and death of others are not uncommon, Ying Zheng understands the feeling of being in control of people's life and death, playing with applause, but she can't tell whether this is caused by the living environment that people experience, or the most red fruit part of human nature.

The four 'roommates' finished eating the 'last meal' before going on the stage, and began to hum a tune, Ying Zheng couldn't understand it, and intuitively felt that it sounded very good, and there was a kind of tragedy, but it was not as strong as 'the wind is sluggish and the water is cold'.

The people above haven't explained today's move, but these people seem to understand something.

Maybe it's the hope of life, maybe it's the time of death.

Soon someone came and opened the fence gate, and each slave obediently went out and followed in a string.

Not a single person resisted.

There was a long corridor between the cave and the battle ground, and Ying Zheng was mixed among the slaves and had a general look at the situation.

There were two or three hundred slaves released, both male and female, but the women were very scarce and strong, and did not have the feminine femininity.

"In today's battle, whichever side is wiped out will lose, but if the corpse puppets are all wiped out, the remaining slaves will continue to fight until there are only a hundred people left, and the one hundred people who survived will participate in the next group battle, until the last ten people, will get the hope of life, and will be directly introduced to the underground gambling arena to start a brilliant life, so fight hard, maybe you will become one of the lucky ones!"