"Come on!"

This is a building that resembles an arena, and in the inner enclosure of the Colosseum, a young man with white hair and red eyes, holding a knife in one hand, roared loudly at dozens of people opposite. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

The young man's condition was really not good, his left leg was strangely bent, and even the bones that were pierced could be faintly seen, and there were knife wounds all over his body, and blood was constantly gushing out. Even if the next moment the boy fell to the ground and died due to excessive blood loss, it would not be a strange thing.

But the boy was still standing, not only standing, but also holding a knife, ready to cut at any moment. Maybe it's a leg, maybe it's an arm, maybe it's a big head, but in short, the open space around the boy's body has been covered with a layer of such broken flesh.

When the blade was swung and the first blood was struck, the boy thought it was extremely beautiful, a beauty brought about by the ultimate conflict between life and death. However, it is as if when hobby becomes work, pleasure gradually fades away, when the blade swings into a mechanical trajectory, the blood spilled between life and death loses that unique beauty.

At least, the young man at this moment, looking at the broken pieces of flesh everywhere, the blood-soaked land, and the dozens of people who were surrounded in the distance but didn't dare to go up, all that was left in his heart was disgust.

"Come on! Aren't you trying to kill me? Come on! ”

The boy shouted again.

Either the boy's shouts played a role, or maybe those people remembered the rules of this world, or maybe those people remembered the task they had come to this world, so they began to carefully use a speed not much faster than a turtle, in the direction of the boy, stepping on the blood-soaked soil, step by step.

The boy laughed, and what was supposed to be a sunny smile became a little terrifying after being paired with a blood-stained face.

No matter how long the road is, there will always be a time to finish, not to mention that the inner perimeter of this arena was originally prepared for gladiatorial battles, and it is impossible to leave too many places to escape.

More than forty people gradually surrounded the three layers inside and outside the teenager, but none of them dared to take the lead.

"Alas......"

The young man sighed suddenly, kicked his still intact right leg on the ground, and took the initiative to jump towards those people.

Death, of course, is terrible, but if the result of death is already predestined, how to die has become a more important issue. Compared with a person's silent blood draining, the young man felt that it was more in line with his character to die in a fight with others, at least, the general died before the battle, which sounded a little more heroic than dying old and depressed.

Especially when there was no one at home waiting for him to go back.

The boy's sudden movements were like a drop of cold water falling into the boiling oil, causing a series of explosions.

Everyone is waving the weapon in their hand, blindly slashing, thinking, wisdom, humanity, everything disappears. The only thing left is the instinct to insert the weapon in his hand into the body of others.

The sound of the blade cutting through the flesh, the sound of hot blood spurting out of the body, the screams, the cries of pain, the roars, all the sounds, like a whole orchestra, composed an impassioned song.

That's the most beautiful sound, that's the ugliest sound, and this song is called human nature.

When the music was played, there was only one of the more than forty people in the gladiatorial arena still standing, and it was the white-haired and red-eyed boy.

"Hahaha......"

The white-haired boy laughed suddenly, until tears flowed, and he laughed until he fell to the ground.

When the boy came here, he was begging for death. Because there are more terrible things waiting for him outside than death, because even if he survives to the end here, only death awaits him, so he just wants to die happily and vigorously.

But those who wanted to die survived to the end, and those who wanted to turn over by salting fish here all died.

It's all so funny, how can a teenager not laugh?

Laughing enough, the boy lay on top of the corpses everywhere and looked up at the sky. According to the normal procedure, at such a time, a main god will come down and sign a contract with him, but at this time, there is nothing in the sky.

It was clear that the fact that the boy was ostracized by all the main gods and could not make a contract with the main god did not change anything because he had just experienced such a cruel challenge.

The boy struggled to sit up, took off the tattered strip of cloth on his body, which was almost too much to count as clothes, wrung out the blood inside, and began to wipe the knife in his hand seriously.

Although, in the end, he still can't escape the ending of suicide, but the boy at least wants to leave cleanly. It is estimated that the blood-stained red strip of cloth will not be able to wipe the face clean, but it is still possible to wipe the knife clean.

"Jingle Bell ......"

The boy wiped the blood from the blade, looked at the blade reflecting the cold light, and was thinking about whether to wipe his neck or stab his stomach, or insert it directly into his heart, when he suddenly heard a crisp sound of gold and iron.

The boy stopped thinking about 'how to die and look good' and looked in the direction from which the voice came.

It was a girl with long pink hair, and the teenager thought that she was not bad-looking, at least definitely worthy of her parents' genes, but compared to this girl, it was a world of difference.

"Jingle Bell ......"

Another sound of gold and iron sounded, and the young man's eyes followed the sound, and finally noticed that this girl was different from ordinary people.

The girl's wrists, ankles, and necks were each covered with iron rings, and there were iron cables connected between the five iron rings, and the crisp sound of the 'jingle bell' was the sound made after the iron cables collided.

"Are you willing to sign a contract with me?"

The girl walked up to the boy and asked in an unfluctuating tone.

The boy almost thought he had misheard, but his body replied earlier than his thoughts: "I do!" ”

Hearing the boy's words, the girl seemed a little shy, slowly raised a foot and gently tapped it in front of the boy, still in that unwavering tone, and said, "Then lick my toes." ”

"Ahh

The wind of March warmly stirred everyone's sleepiness, and everyone was lazy under its blowing.

But there are exceptions, such as a girl with long pink hair who is calmly retracting her chopsticks, with iron rings on her wrists and ankles, and still connected to each other with iron cables. There was also a white-haired and red-eyed teenager who jumped up from the chair with his tongue covered.

"Hey! Ica! What are you doing? ”

The boy jumped up and down for a long time, and finally relieved himself, clapped his hands on the table, his head almost against the girl's head, and asked angrily.

The girl named Ika didn't react to the young man's close face, she still looked flat, and said in a tone without fluctuation: "I think you dreamed of something bad, so I woke you up." ”

"Woo......"

The boy blushed a little, and the first half of the dream was normal, but in the end, it was obviously more in line with the definition of 'bad'.

Suddenly, the boy seemed to remember something, and the flames that had been extinguished rose again, shouting at Ika.

"No matter how bad it is, you did it, okay?!"