"Hey, your sensationalism should almost stop in moderation, you won't think that you won me by luck, and you can rest easy in the next battle, right?!"

Shizi Changle has been standing beside the battle platform with a gloomy face since the death of the xenomorph mammoth, without saying a word, at this time, I don't know what the problem is, he looked at Mo Fan and the three of them, and said gloomily:

"I'm a man...... I'm not the kind of person who can't afford to lose, but do you want to know what happens to those who win me?"

Without waiting for the three of them to reply, Chang Le continued: "Everyone I will slowly peel off his skin alive on the street in front of the government and their families, I will not kill him directly, but stuff it little by little, the coarsest kind of salt particles, and then add water and mix it together, and flow down the flesh and blood, so that his favorite person can drink it in front of him, and drink the kind that does not spit out after drinking three large bottles, and if he spits out a drop, he must continue to drink, and drink until he dies!"

Chang Le said with a vivid simulation of his expression, as if he brought everyone in the audience back to the terrifying scene at the beginning, and performed it vividly.

"Most people don't watch their closest people die by drinking their own blood, so... Even if you bite your mouth, you have to drink and swallow until you pour three vials of blood into your stomach. Na," Chang Le raised his head and stared at Mo Fan coldly, his eyes were scarlet, and said, "You said this kind of person... After he survives, how will he live with his most important person, who has drunk his blood?"

"How can the person who has drunk the blood live with the important person who has been skinned and drunk the blood...?"

"Ah, hahahahaha, this is really a delicious memory, it makes me feel trembling all over my body just thinking about it, but don't worry, you guys won't be like this in the future, don't be afraid...... After all, everyone is a student of Qinglong Academy. ”

The words 'Qinglong Academy' were spit out by him heavily, and the boy looked at Mo Fan and Yuan Eighteen in the distance, revealing an extremely warm and warm smile.

Liu Fu forcibly resisted the desire to spit out and took two steps back, Yuan Eighteen frowned and was silent, and Xuan Ming scolded: "You goddamn old pervert!"

"Haha, that's just a story," Chang Le smiled brightly, "how can I be the kind of person who can't afford to lose?

Three black lines appeared on Mo Fan's forehead, and he said, "You just can't afford to lose, but it's okay, I'm not afraid at all after listening to your story, do you know why?"

The boy looked at Chang Le with a smile: "Because I'm not a little commoner in your story, isn't it the third young master of the city lord of Chang'an City in Qi State, the title is the son of an earl, and the status is hereditary, and our family is not a primogeniture inheritance system, that is to say, I am the first likely to become the earl of the empire, and I am also a baron in line with the throne again!"

"The second point, although your father Marquis Jianyang is the marquis of Chu State, but there are more than a dozen sons in the family, you are only now temporarily appointed as the heir heir, and it is far from known how you will really reach adulthood, maybe by then you will only inherit a baronial title, but you are just equal to me, what do you use to threaten me?"

"Moreover, not only do you want to be ruthless in the third game, but we don't want to spare you lightly, so let's invite the players for the second game!"

Mo Fan grinned, and the black light around him flashed, and an extremely inconspicuous small snake was pulled out of the black tower.

It was so inconspicuous that it was lying on the ground and spitting letters, and no student could notice it.

"Hey, the prince has released his 'sword beasts' here, what about the summons over there, don't you want to summon them after seeing our appearance of the monsters!"

"That's right, you lucky ...... who won the world" Some children wanted to shout the word 'garbage', but looking at the lightning in Mo Fan's eyes, they couldn't shout anything, and silently took the words back.

The identity of their enemy is no longer the common man who is insulted, and everyone didn't know the identity of the third young master of the Mo Fanyun family on the surface, even if there is an insider in secret, they can pretend not to know and scold for a few sentences.

But after Mo Fan himself revealed his identity, if they insulted again, they would have violated the iron rule of 'despising the royal power and insulting the king and grandson' that were commonly followed in the Eastern Regions, although everyone is now a student of the Blue Dragon Academy, so it will be fine, but once they graduate, or even go home to visit relatives, they will be taken down by the local government and thrown into the dungeon, and they can only look at the face of the abused lord if they want to stay for as long as they want!

Unconsciously, the direction of people's talk has changed, and even the victory of the Black Crystal Lion, a realm of demonic beasts, seems to have become a matter of course.

Because this is no longer a duel between the family and the common people, but a bet between the prince and the grandson, the victory or defeat of either side seems to have become very normal.

This is the good of power, and it is also the despicable thing about power.

No one cares about the racial talent of the Black Crystal Lion, no one cares about the death of the xenomorph mammoth, and no one even cares whether the story told by the prince is true or not, people only care about whether Mo Fan is the son of the earl, then whether these small saplings between the two mountains that are about to collide will be ruthlessly crushed to pieces.

Xuan Ming and Yuan Eighteen were also taken aback by Mo Fan's identity.

At this time, a child shouted at the crowd: "What are you talking about, don't look down on Lord Mo, okay, are people who are disdainful of doing that kind of thing, and then summon it after peeking at the Warcraft, the Warcraft of the Lord has already been summoned, okay, you see, they have all run to the stage!"

On a huge battle platform that is even larger than the Battle of Warcraft in the First Realm, there is a small snake standing quietly, its snake skin is not as bright as an ordinary snake, and it is not a simple and eye-catching color, such as pure black, compared to those colors that can be called 'color', its snake skin color is more like a dark gray close to the marble floor.

It is inconspicuous and easy to ignore, but at the same time, it hides murderous intentions as an indispensable existence.

At this time, the snake body of the autumn leaf snake stood upright, and it was only half a meter high, and it was about one meter if you counted the coiled body.

But none of the students present dared to take this little snake lightly, because almost no one could spot it before it even made a move!

So, what if it shoots at itself?

Has it become a corpse that is gradually losing its temperature......