ICP record number: Xiang B2-20100081-3 Internet Publishing Qualification Certificate: Xinchu Network License (Xiang) Zi No. 11 Network Culture Business License: Wen Wangwen [2010] No. 128

"Sir, the room and dinner are ready." A waiter stepped forward with his head bowed to report to Weiyang.

"Okay." Weiyang nodded, "Let's go, dear little Hitomi, let's go see what delicious food they have prepared for you." ”

When I returned to the dining room on the top floor, I saw a delicate and beautiful silver dining room on the long table, and Weiyang gentlemanly pulled out the chair for Zitong, and then raised his chin to the end of the long table, "Senior Brother Beichen, that's your place." ”

Beichen didn't pay attention to it, just sat calmly beside Zitong, and with a slight lift of his right hand, the plate at the end had automatically fallen in front of him.

"Hey, are you disrespectful to your master like this?" Weiyang said dissatisfiedly.

"I'm sitting here, it's already a sign of respect for you." Beichen replied disappreciatively.

"Ahem!" Purple Hitomi coughed lightly, "I'm hungry, can you two not affect my appetite." ”

"I can't bear to let you eat without an appetite." Weiyang laughed, rang the bell gently, and several maids rushed in and served dinner.

One of them, with his face down, walked to the side of the purple pupil, placed the silver plate in his hand on the napkin in front of her, and then took the wine from the tray and placed it in front of her on the right.

"Miss, please use it slowly."

Whispering respectfully, she took two steps back with her face down and left.

Purple Pupil glanced at her sideways, only to see a slender back, and the posture of walking was a little strange.

After the meal, Weiyang ordered the servants to take them to the guest room, and he got up and left.

Zitong has never had the habit of going to bed early, and when she saw the gladiatorial arena of this world for the first time, she was also a little curious, so she immediately pulled Beichen to watch the gladiatorial fight, although Beichen was not interested, but she invited him, and he naturally would not refuse.

The two of them came downstairs together, and the gladiatorial fight had begun, and the waiter recognized the two as Weiyang's guests, and immediately led them to a luxurious box seat, and gave them fruits and refreshments.

In the gladiatorial arena, an orc is fighting a warrior, and both guys are violent and aggressive players, the scene is very lively and exciting, attracting the surrounding spectators to cheer.

"If you want to, we will also gamble and lose to make people drink." Purple Hitomi smiled.

"Okay." Beichen's tone was doting.

Purple Hitomi looked at the two guys in the field, "I bet on the samurai to win." ”

The strength of these two guys is about the same, who wins and who loses, it depends on the luck and performance of the two, because they are just playing with Beichen, of course Zitong will not be serious, and will not pick one of them casually.

"Snacks for two."

A maid cautiously walked into the semi-enclosed box and placed a plate of nods on the table.

At this time, the gladiatorial battle also went to a critical moment, and finally, the orc could not dodge and was slashed by the samurai's big sword, the samurai flew up, kicked it away, and stabbed the vertical sword, at this moment, the orc actually rolled on the spot, flashed the sword, and at the same time flew back to fight, and the situation immediately changed.

The purple pupil also seemed to see a little interest, very focused, the maid standing on the side looked at her side face, suddenly waved her right hand, and stabbed the dagger in her hand into her throat.

The dagger was still a foot away from her, and the maid's body was already stiff like a sculpture, feeling the pressure on her body, and her beautiful blue eyes showed surprise and fear.

Purple Pupil turned her face sideways and looked at her with a smile, "Your Royal Highness Princess, I've been waiting for you for a long time!" ”

PS: That's it