Since being reborn in the silver system, the number 8 of the men Fang Ya has met is the one who has made her the most relaxed, so seeing the sudden appearance of the number 8, Fang Ya's heart is inexplicably a little happy, and the corners of her mouth unconsciously show a long-lost smile. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

Just as the two were about to talk in detail, the voices around them suddenly quieted down, and they looked in the direction of the high platform. I don't know when a figure has stood on the empty high platform, and it is the Ten Kings.

The ten kings stood in the center of the high platform, tall and handsome, and a brocade dress looked even more solemn. His eyes looked around at the people below, and after seeing Fang Ya and the others in the corner, he nodded slightly to say hello. Then he raised his hand and made a gesture to signal everyone to be quiet, and then he held the microphone next to his ear, and his voice was loud, and he shouted:

"Leaders, colleagues, and fellow inmates, in this vibrant and energetic spring, we are excited to hold the first 'Prison City Life and Death Battle' here in the past 100 years of Prison Island. The main purpose of holding this competition is to implement the ......"

(Please make up a thousand words of nonsense on your own.) ）

Hearing this all-too-familiar cliché, Fang Ya almost vomited with one hand on her forehead. I thought that the middle school sports meeting was this set of words on the earth, the college sports meeting was this set of words, and the unit sports meeting was also this set of words, but I didn't expect that the silver system of this three-level civilization was still this set of words, and it seems that bureaucratic style is the same disease of the whole universe!

After saying a lot of high-sounding nonsense, the Ten Kings cleared their throats and said loudly: "Needless to say, the rules are not too much, solo challenge, wheel tactics, until the last place is unchallenged is the winner." However, I would like to remind you that during the competition, it is better not to participate if you are greedy for life and fear of death. ”

"Okay guys, without further ado, I announce the official start of the 'Prison City Life and Death Fight'!"

As the words of the Ten Kings fell, ten roaring cannons rang out in the distance. Immediately after that, two giant light curtains nearly 100 meters long on both sides of the high platform suddenly appeared, which will be used as a display screen to make a 360-degree live broadcast to the audience in the distance without dead ends.

The game started but there was no first person to play. None of the people down there wanted to be the first bird. Fang Ya originally wanted to be the first to go on stage to fight, but then he thought that the enemy was in the dark and he was in the light, if the enemy did not appear for a long time, then he would have to deal with the challenge of nearly two hundred people in turn, not to mention the consumption of his physical strength, and the most important thing was to waste a small amount of time.

Finally, under the tireless urging of the Ten Kings, someone took the lead in standing up. This is an extremely thin man, less than 1.6 meters tall, with a sharp beak and monkey gills, which is very funny.

With the beginning, the people behind are naturally much more enthusiastic. Coincidentally, the second person to challenge on stage was the Scar Man.

Looking at the thin man in front of him who was not as tall as himself and not as wide as himself, the scar man's face showed a look of disdain, waiting for the flute to start, and rushed towards the thin man with a roar.

Huge like an oncoming truck, the thin man did not hurry, and when Scar Man reached the front of him, he suddenly leaned down and rolled on the ground, dodging his brute force attack, and at the same time kicked his right leg towards Scar Man's ankle.

Although the scar man is reckless, he is not stupid, seeing that this move is menacing, he hurriedly turned around and raised his legs, and between the reversals, his body retreated backwards.

A simple explanation, continuous half a minute of effort, the two of you have been back and forth for more than a dozen rounds. Although the thin man is dexterous, he is limited in this small ring after all, so he was quickly caught by the scar man.

While the thin man turned around again and lost his defense in the rear, Scar Man threw a punch like a drum hammer on the thin man's left ribs.

There was a crisp "click", several ribs broke in response, and the thin man lay on the ground and let out a ghost cry wolf howl, never to stand up again.

The scar man, who won the first victory, jumped up and down in the ring proudly, shouting: "Garbage, it's all garbage." I'm not referring to any one person, I'm saying that everyone here is rubbish. Inadvertently seeing Fang Ya with a calm and breezy face, the scar man was furious, pointed with his hand, and said, "Aren't you very good just now, do you dare to come up and have a real battle with Lao Tzu now?" ”

Cut, Fang Ya made a contemptuous syllable with her nose, dealing with such a scumbag, it would definitely make his head fall to the ground in less than two rounds, but if Fang Ya came to the stage to fight now, it must be her brain in water, how could an elephant care about the provocation of an ant.

was scolded for doing rubbish, Fang Ya was able to continue to sit leisurely, but some people were not calm. I only heard an angry roar behind me, and a strong man ran into the ring.

This strong man is not as thin and dry as a thin man, and he is even a little stronger than a scar man. When he came to the stage, he didn't care whether the flute sounded or not, he directly roared angrily and picked up the hammer in his hand and smashed it at the scar man.

The scar man was caught off guard, and there was no weapon in his hand that could parry the hammer, so he was directly hit in the thigh, roared in pain, and then fell to the ground.

"I throw in the towel, I admit defeat." Looking at the sledgehammer raised above his head again, the scar man was completely frightened and hurriedly admitted defeat. However, how could the strong man under the anger listen to his admission of defeat, and the speed of the sledgehammer in his hand did not decrease, and it smashed directly on his chest.

The sternum of the "poof...... shattered, blood flowed out of the seven holes of the scarred man, and the entire heart area was dented.

Stoned to death the scar man, the strong man with the hammer had no intention of stopping, the hammer kept falling, and in the blink of an eye, the scar man's body had turned into a mess of flesh, and the blood was dripping with brains scattered.

In less than five minutes, one was killed and one seriously injured, and the blood and stumps on the ground stimulated the hormones of every man in the audience, and they shook their arms excitedly and let out an earth-shattering roar. Of course, this does not include Fang Ya.

Although it was only a few minutes, Fang Ya really regretted it, regretting why she came back to watch such a boring game. The one-year covenant with the three major families was like a boulder pressing on Fang Ya's heart, and every minute of time wasted was a sin for her, so now Fang Ya had lost interest in playing with them.

Fang Ya frowned and got up, and said to the wolf girl on the side: "I'm going to retreat and cultivate for three days, you pay attention to it, don't come to disturb me if there are no special characters appearing." ”

"Understood, Master." The wolf girl nodded respectfully.

Fang Ya was just about to turn around and leave, but No. 8 on the side suddenly got up and grabbed his arm: "I'll follow you, and by the way, I can protect you." ”

Fang Ya subconsciously pulled her arm back, looking at No. 8 in front of her, a little puzzled. She always had a feeling that today's No. 8 was a little different from the past, but she couldn't say where the specific difference was. However, when he cultivates, his spiritual power is the most concentrated time, and he can't be disturbed in any way, if the people behind him suddenly make a move, he will definitely lose, and if there is such a free bodyguard as No. 8, who is extremely powerful, he will naturally be unwanted.

Thinking of this, the corners of Fang Ya's mouth lifted slightly, nodded in acquiescence, and strode in the direction where she came. Looking at Fang Ya's slender back in the distance, a strange look flashed in No. 8's eyes, and he got up and chased after him. (To be continued.) )