The Buddha said that saving people's lives is better than building a seventh-level floating slaughter, Yan Murong has not saved many people in his life, but the floating slaughter must have so many dozens of layers.

Yan Murong thought that if he occasionally killed one or two bad people, the Buddha should not blame himself.

Besides, he has no intention of becoming a Buddha, he is just an ordinary man, and his consciousness is not high. If you have mercy, he will really be sent to the western sky.

In China, the word executioner is usually used to describe a person who is cruel, but abroad, in this place where Catholics are rampant, they prefer to believe that he is a demon sent by Satan.

If he wasn't a demon, why would he be so cruel? A sword is cut on the enemy's body, so that the enemy can not survive and die. Please, although people are black boxers, they are also raised by their parents, can't they be happy?

Demons, he's a demon, that's what everybody thinks.

The entire basement was extremely quiet, and everyone held their breath, looking at Yan Murong who was grinning on the boxing ring like a monster.

Yes, they were all wrong, this thin Chinese man is not so weak as he looks, this guy has a demon in his bones.

The fight between York and the lion just now was also extremely bloody, but these viewers didn't feel any discomfort, but now, Yan Murong's cruelty made many people's chests feel stuffy. The pungent smell of blood in the air made even a few people with not so strong hearts vomit.

At the same time, Morgana's brow furrowed, as did Larson and Vincent's.

It seems that her worries are unnecessary, Morgana thought, and at the same time a little hesitant, wondering if it was the right choice for her to ask him for help.

The expressions on Larson and Vincent's faces were even more exciting.

They originally thought that Yan Murong would be torn apart by Bill, but the cruel reality was the opposite.

What did he just say? This is called Ling Chi, right?

"No one?"

Finally, Yan Murong looked around with a smile on his face, and then opened his mouth to break the silence of the scene.

"So, I won?" Yan Murong smiled, with a river of blood flowing under his feet, walked to the side of the cage, picked up the white gloves from the ground, and looked at Larsen, whose face was uncertain.

"Larson, should I be able to challenge you now?" Yan Murong looked at Larson with a smile on his face, shook the white gloves in his hand, and said. "Coincidentally, I just won a pair of white gloves."

As soon as the words fell, the pair of white gloves were thrown to the ground by Yan Murong, and it was not until the gloves were completely dyed red that he raised his head, looked at Larson with a smile, and said. "Do you dare to accept it?"

Larsen's face was ugly when Yan Murong threw his gloves on the ground, and his eyes stared at the white gloves that had been stained red with blood, and he was in a dilemma for a while.

In Europe, if a person holds a pair of white gloves and falls to the ground in front of another person, it means that he is challenged, and this challenge, which is the most formal, also represents the honor of a man.

Accept it, you can't beat this guy by yourself, if you go up by yourself, even if he doesn't kill himself, he will definitely be abused to death.

If you don't accept it, so many people are watching it again, if you turn around and leave now, the Capet family will completely lose face.

"Yellow Boy, I accept your challenge."

Just as Larson hesitated, Vincent stepped up. This sentence was like a heavenly sound, which made Larsson breathe a sigh of relief.

"You're coming?" Yan Murong looked at Vincent and said with a sarcastic smile. "Stay put, little kids, adults play games, don't follow the blind - this is a duel for true love, don't tell me you love your own sister."

"Vincent, that's enough." Suddenly Mojana's voice came from the silent basement. In the stands, Mo Jiana stood up, walked down the stands quickly, came to the side of the cage, raised her face, looked at Yan Murong and said. "It's none of Vincent's business."

"I know." Yan Murong nodded, looked at Larsen, and said. "But somebody has to step up and take on the challenge."

"Let's go." As if she hadn't heard Yan Murong's words, Mo Jiana waved her hand, motioned for someone to open the door of the cage, and walked up the steps, standing in front of Yan Murong, looking at Yan Murong with a calm face, and said. "I don't want to stay here anymore, as my man, you have a responsibility to stay with me."

"It sounds like that." Yan Murong laughed twice, looked at Larson again, shook his head and said. "I have a habit of being a person -- if someone scolds me, I will punch him, and if someone punches me, I will kill him. You see, the big black man on the ground is the best example of this. ”

"You just said that I was yours tonight." Mo Jiana looked at Yan Murong and said with a serious face, and then, before Yan Murong could react, she took the initiative to hug Yan Murong's neck, and the warm fragrant lips were also sent to Yan Murong's mouth.

As a result, the scene became even quieter.

France is a Langman city, and the French are also a Langman race, and if you walk around the street, you can see countless men and women hugging each other and kissing each other. They will not be disturbed, they will not be scolded for being immoral, but they will be blessed - but now, who would dare to bless the man and woman who are kissing?

Looking at Larson's black, inky face, everyone didn't even dare to gasp for air.

Foreign chicks are amazing.

After Mo Jiana's lips left, Yan Murong thought to herself while pursing her lips.

Tian Tian lips, the smile on Yan Murong's face was even better, looked up at Larsen's black and terrible face, and said. "You should thank her for saving your life."

After speaking, Yan Murong took Mo Jiana's hand, walked straight down the boxing ring, and then walked towards the door without looking back.

It wasn't until Yan Murong and Mo Jiana's figures completely disappeared into the basement that everyone breathed a sigh of relief, and after looking at Larsen, they all stood up and walked out quickly.

After a while, the basement, which was very lively just now, became deserted. The only people left in the huge arena were Larson and Vincent - and Bill, who had bled out of the ring.

"It looks like we're underestimating him." Vincent sat down, looked at Larson with a blank face, and said. "I'm afraid that tonight's events will be spread tomorrow and all of France will know."

"What? Do you want to terminate the cooperation? Larson turned his head and looked at Vincent with a twisted face. I'll give you what you deserve, but for now - you should give me what I deserve. ”

PS: There are 2 more, and it can be more before twelve o'clock, and it is estimated that the last one will be after twelve o'clock, but it is still today.