The screen of the electronic scoreboard on the zenith. The names of Luwa and C-Class Bull are cleared. The next one to play is Goertek, and the opponent he is matched with is a B-level bull randomly generated by the system.

Luwa and C-class Bull are tied! Gore thinks he's not as good as Lowa, but the B-rank comes down on him. This can hardly be called a game, more like a one-sided slaughter.

The enthusiasm of the audience was diluted by the draw just now, and when Goer cautiously walked out of the exit and entered the open space of the arena, those spectators all looked a little unenergetic, and their eyes didn't even bother to look at Goer.

Gore was also a skinny boy, even thinner than Lois, he was dressed simply, but slightly cleaner than Lois, and his face did not have Lois's apprehension and nervousness. To be precise, it should be tremors and fear. He even looked so struggling to step on his legs.

There was a great loss in the referee's eyes. He can already make up his mind. In the next game, this thin little boy will die a miserable death. The referee also knew that if he was allowed to leave the field at this time, this little boy would definitely run faster than anyone else. The so-called champions and generous prize money are so tempting that countless young boys are ready to take risks. However, when these little boys really stood on the field and already knew that they could only die, their eyes were no longer excited, but the deep fear of facing death. Stuck around the neck by the giant scythe of death, you don't know when the other party will swing down and take your life. But you know that the other party will definitely take your life, and it won't be long after. In this way, in the following time, your every movement will be full of fear and uneasiness. It's just mental torture.

Late at night, the Holy Emperor's Palace.

The deepest room was slammed again.

Outside the door stood a tall knight in silver armor. His waist was straight, like a pine tree.

"What?" The knock on the door fell, and the Holy Emperor's voice sounded faintly. There was a faint majesty in the Holy Emperor's tone.

"There is an urgent matter to repay!" The knight's voice trembled with excitement.

"Say!" The Holy Emperor did not allow the knight to push the door in, but coldly let him stand outside the door.

"Yes," the knight froze, not daring to complain, "news from the Colosseum. A young boy named Luwa picked up the dagger of Silver Gu Lian Ten, the Broken Ghost. ”

"Whoosh". In the blink of an eye, the door opened, and the Holy Emperor appeared in front of him wearing a bright red robe and a five-pointed golden crown on his head.

"Make sure your every word is true!" The Holy Emperor's blue eyes stared at the knight, and the golden cross staff in her hand rested on the knight's shoulder. The cross was stuck in the knight's neck.

There was the protection of the stand-up collar of the armor, but the knight knew that in front of the incomparable Holy Emperor, the extremely hard armor he was wearing was simply inferior to tofu.

The knight trembled a little, and then hurriedly stepped on the ground hard, and with a touch of his heels, his voice fell, and he said: "I swear to the great Holy Emperor that what Knight Pierde said is true, but there is a half-false sentence to ask the Holy Emperor to condemn him, and the karmic fire will burn!" ”

"Specifics!" The coercion was withdrawn, and the Holy Emperor turned back to his room with the golden scepter in hand.

The knight suddenly took a deep breath as if he was reborn, so uncomfortable, "Holy Emperor, today's underground Colosseum sent out a C-level bull ......"

After the knight finished speaking, the Holy Emperor's brow was already furrowed, "You mean, a black devouring appeared in the palm of Luwa's hand?" ”

"Yes, Holy Emperor, but I'm not sure. After all, they are the bottom of the Ao Sheng Court, and they are dispensable. The government hardly pays attention to them. The knight nodded.

"Where's his body?" The Holy Emperor asked.

"It was already carried away by the stretcher team at that time." The knight said truthfully.

"Get his body back and give you an hour." The Holy Emperor opened his mouth.

"Yes!" The knight was ordered to leave.

The door closed, and a faint purple mist suddenly rose in front of the Holy Emperor. The mist was irregularly entwined and condensed. White eyes, sharp teeth, and swaying half-body edges.

"King." The Holy Emperor, who was still full of majesty just now, showed a devotion that people couldn't believe in their face.

"Someone who can use the Silver Gu Refining Ten. Don't miss a single one, even if you die later. Like that Ruwa just now. I can't let it go. Silver Ancient Refining Ten is too important to us. "On the huge foggy face, the snow-white sharp teeth bite back and forth.

"Yes, my most noble king!" The Holy Emperor leaned over slightly respectfully and bowed.

The foggy face didn't respond. Instead, it collapsed into the air as if it had been punctured by a shot. Then it vanished.

Late at night, Tiangong Country, Mizumiya City. A villa area on the edge of the city center, the Ishihara family.

"Tick, tick, tick......" The bedside alarm clock whispered, and the seconds circled steadily.

The sloping windows at the top are closed, and the criss-crossed wooden panes divide the starry night into pieces, which are then reflected on the snow-white walls.

"Boom", the shell exploded on the flyover behind him, and the heat wave continued to hit.

Mo Xiaoshu was sitting in another car driving side by side on the road, and another shell was thrown down. It exploded again, and the churning crimson instantly enveloped the car.

He watched as Mo Xiao's injury was devoured and burned to ashes by the flames.

"Minor injury!" Ishihara rolled over and woke up. It turned out to be a dream, and his back was soaked with cold sweat.

A similar dream Ishihara would pop up in his mind almost every day, tormenting him in his subconscious.

Ishihara raised his hand to his forehead and gasped for air.

After a while, Ishihara, who was a little calm, lifted the bed and rolled out of the bed, then put on his slippers and pushed the door out.

Ishihara walked through the long hallway, and then down the long wooden staircase, his face a little pale, and he looked a little weak to walk.

"Young Master. Are you alright? The person who spoke was Steward Shen, who was in charge of late-night management, was cleaning the hall at this time.

Steward Shen is a slightly old middle-aged man, but he looks energetic at all times, like a strong bull. It seems that there is always an inexhaustible amount of strength.

"I'm fine, Uncle Shen." Ishihara had a tired smile on his face.

"I don't think your face is good." Steward Shen's face was a little worried.

"I'm really fine, if you're tired, go and rest." Ishihara descended the stairs and turned around and walked towards the restaurant on the left.

"Young Master, I'm ......"

Steward Shen wanted to say something more, but Ishihara had already raised his hand and waved his hand in the air, so he had to stop.

"Alas!" Steward Shen sighed slightly, he tilted his head and looked at the wall clock, it was already half past two in the middle of the night.

Ishihara opened the door to the refrigerator, then took a carton of milk from the wall of the door, and poured it with his head up.

The cold liquid instantly entered his stomach, making him shiver and his head a little clear.

Ishihara had a wry smile on his face. Now his mind is full of small injuries, how sad he will be if he really dies. He remembered himself as a child.

It was an afternoon covered by dark clouds, and I was only seven years old at the time.

The rain poured down from the sky.

The slightly shallower low-lying area is directly filled with overflow. The rainwater on both sides of the street mixed into a small river and rolled into the sewer, and the sound of crackling water made people's heads dazed. Heaven and earth are almost completely shrouded in water and fog.

That day, my father happened to be attending a meeting, and I wanted to leave myself in the office to play on the computer. But I shook my head a little.

Even if the city of Suinomiya is a coastal city, rain comes every now and then. But this is the first time that such a surging rain tide has appeared in Ishihara's memory. Such a rainy day not only did not make him feel bored, but his eyes were full of anticipation, and he held a big umbrella. He was only 1.3 meters at the time. The big umbrella looked out of place for him. That umbrella, if folded, would be almost as tall as him.

But he just went out with an umbrella.

It was a long, long street in my memory. The water flowed all over the shoe, and the rain fell like a column of water on the big open umbrella. His strength was a little small, and the umbrella bombarded by the rain was shaking like a trembling old man.

He vividly remembers the scene.

The rain slid down the end of the iron frame of the umbrella and then joined into a long string of water lines and melted into the flooded water. Finally, roll to the sewer of unknown one.

At that time, the rain was too heavy, except for the sound of rain falling, it was too faint and small.

At that time, I was still ignorant, and I stood stupidly on the central yellow line that divided the road. Lined with cars, buses and electric cars driving in the opposite direction. The rain was swept over by their wheels and flew up and splashed on him. In a few moments, the whole short pants were soaked and stuck to the skinny legs. The shoes were also soaked, and every time I put my foot down, I could squeeze some foam out of the holes in the uppers.

I thought it was funny, and I looked down at the foam that kept coming out of my shoes, completely ignoring the situation around me.

"Porphyry ......" was a series of extremely abrupt and loud car horns. When they were still far away, they were buried in the rain and couldn't hear clearly, and when they got closer, they could hear clearly, but it was too late to avoid them.

His face was still sluggish and dazed. But the car in the eyes was getting bigger and bigger.

In an instant, a pair of small hands touched his shoulders and pushed him away. He could feel that his strength was not very strong, but he used all his strength.

The umbrella was pushed away and blown away by the wind, and he had fallen on the pavement a few meters away, and the boy was lucky enough to roll on the spot, and he rolled to the edge of the steps.

"Hey, hey." He bared his teeth at himself. Behind him were electric cars speeding by one after another. They beat the rain on his body and face. There was a burst of invective from the electric car that had been driving next to his little head with the faucet twisted hard.

"Wow, you're going to die, little ghost?"

"Little Red Guy's brain was knocked out?"

"Whose kid wants to eat sticks, right?"

……

But he didn't care at all, and still smiled stupidly, "Are you okay?" Am I amazing? ”

He spoke in a very childish tone, but with concern.

"I'm fine. It's you, you're really amazing. He applauded and laughed.

The two silly children sat in the rain and smiled silly......