"The arena won't allow me to face too strong an enemy – that's death. Because of this, I've always faced guys who are slightly stronger than me on paper. They had assassins, tanks, mages and marksmen, and warriors. Warriors are best suited to the arena, and mages and shooters are basically sent to death when they are sent to the arena, and there is no one in the arena to protect them, no chance or time for them to shoot their own devastating attacks - the battle is actually over by the time they are on the field. ”

"Generally speaking, except for battle mages, stealth archers, and rapid-shooters, those who enter the arena have little chance of survival." Wang Xiaoshuai thought about the people in his memories who died under the sword of the ghost of dreams.

"Okay." Sun Wukong responded softly, she was ready to close her eyes and recuperate.

"What about before Senior Sister? What was Senior Sister doing before? Wang Xiaoshuai asked.

"Me? I used to go on expeditions with my master and wife. Sun Wukong said.

"When I was very young, I followed my master and became his disciple." She recalled.

"When?" Wang Xiaoshuai asked.

"Probably, it was almost ten years ago, right?" Sun Wukong recalled.

"I heard that at that time, the Wuji Sect where the master was located was attacked by the Qin people, and the chickens and dogs of the whole sect were not left." Sun Wukong's voice was low.

"At that time, the Wuji Sword Sect, the Flying Heavenly Army, the Equilibrium and the Lihuo Sword Sect all rose up against the Qin army, and the Wuji Sword Sect, which contributed the most, naturally became a thorn in the side of the Qin people. Our Monkey Demon Village was also discovered by the Qin people and killed. ”

Sun Wukong recalled, but there was no trembling of sadness in her tone - it was a physiological reaction that was about to sob, leaving only a heart-wrenching chill.

"Not a single one remained. All of them are dead, but I'm still an orphan, and I'm not too sad that these well-wishers are dead. After all, to live is to live. At that time, I didn't know how to live anymore. The people of the Qin State see our demon clan and catch one by one, and if they can't catch it, they will kill them. I felt like I was going to die by then. ”

"The people of the Qin State say that our demon race is the most filthy species in the world, and its only value is to be exterminated. Since the time when he became the emperor, the demon kingdom began to fall, and the persecution of our demon clan by the people of Qin has never stopped. Sun Wukong said.

"They say that demons are born to disturb the world, and our physiognomy has become a symbol of lowliness, because it means destroying other people's families; Our power becomes a projection of the evil gods in the world. Anyway, Qin Guo has a big fist, and everything he says is right. The people of Shu also believed in this set of rhetoric at the beginning, and the demon people in Shu could only live together by themselves. When the people of the Qin State called, they remembered our demon clan. But by then it was too late. Sun Wukong recalled.

"The whole Wuji Mountain is trembling, I don't know why, all the people are dead, I'm still alive. I just went out to hunt some rabbits, and when I came back, they were all dead. Horizontal and vertical, Lao Li at the entrance of the village, and Lao Wang next door are all dead. Damn, it's fun to play cards with them. Sun Wukong scratched his head.

"It was at that time that I found out that the master was coming. His swordsmanship is simply weak, and I can see that he is angry, and he will be knocked down with three strokes and five divisions. The senior sister touched her chin.

"What?" Wang Xiaoshuai didn't believe what kind of person Master Yi was. How can it be defeated by a beginner.

"I don't know what's going on, I just told him that his swordsmanship sucks, and then he wanted to kill me. Look at my pitiful appearance, and you have to prove it to me. But his swordsmanship is so simple that it's really not difficult to imitate. ”

"Then I told him that this swordsmanship sucks. He's going to duel me. ”

Sun Wukong said. Wang Xiaoshuai was a little incredulous.

"As a result, I blocked his sword and knocked him down with a stick." Sun Wukong said with a little pride.

"I told him that I was going to kill the people of Qin and asked him to teach me."

"Later, you also knew, so I went on an adventure with my master. The master began to talk nonsense with words in his mouth. Sun Wukong smiled.

Wang Xiaoshuai nodded. He didn't know how to respond to the sins done by the people of Qin.

"But I heard that you were still working as a gladiator in the arena at that time, so this account will naturally not be counted on your head." Sun Wukong added plainly.

"After that battle ten years ago, I don't see many demon people in Shu anymore." Sun Wukong's calm voice was filled with desperation. "Probably they're all dead." Sun Wukong's voice was dumbfounded.

Sun Wukong's tears will watch the sky fall by himself, but they will not be shed in front of Wang Xiaoshuai, a native of Qin.

She controls her emotions very well.

"I've beaten the number of people in Raiden City by name! Now, no one dares to speak ill of the demon clan. Sun Wukong said with a little relief.

As a college student in the era of peace, born in a peaceful and prosperous era, Wang Xiaoshuai will never experience this kind of genocidal policy. Not only in the 1930s, but also in ancient times, this kind of thing was not uncommon. For example, the legendary Roman conquest of the Carthaginians, and the wars of conquest during the Mongol era. But these things are also seen in books. He couldn't empathize.

A few words that are understated in the book are sad memories for a lifetime for Sun Wukong.

Wang Xiaoshuai didn't know what to say, but the memories left by the former Wind Sword Hero also faintly appeared in his mind. In the midst of one desperate battle after another, waiting for death to come. Athletics must exist when the state of decline Hu, and dying on the battlefield is the inevitable fate of every gladiator. Wang Xiaoshuai faintly recalled a lot of contemporaries who were in the Arena Academy together - those who were not recruited as generals all died, and none remained.

Buddhism has a hypothetical "six paths", one of which is called "Shura". In the midst of Shura, he often appears as a "handsome" image: decisive in killing, powerful, ruthless, and not a virgin at all. Who wouldn't like such a protagonist "Little Cool Brother"? I like it in the city, and I like it in romance.

However, in Buddhist terms, "Shura" is very different.

It was endless battles, endless battles. Until the end of the world, the Asuras will either die or survive in endless battles. Civilization does not exist when fighting becomes an instinct. There is only aversion to combat. The pain of the limbs will accompany the asuras to the end of their lives.

Thinking of this, these memories poured in like a tide, and Wang Xiaoshuai was also a little uncomfortable.

He stood up and walked around twice, a little fidgeting. Sun Wukong watched him jump up and down, like a monkey. Sun Wukong smiled.

[Perhaps, I am really a little lonely. Sun Wukong thought.

The sad past and the identity of a foreigner made her firmly close herself.

Wang Xiaoshuai paced back and forth, and he found that there was a section of open space in this bottom labyrinth, arranged symmetrically. The reason why Wang Xiaoshuai noticed this place is because the ground here is different from the labyrinth, not a stone floor, but the foundation of human beings, the earth.

The entire labyrinth, only the ground here is different from other places, Wang Xiaoshuai and Sun Wukong have also investigated here before, but they have found nothing. And now Wang Xiaoshuai walked over and took a closer look, but felt that this plant was a little special.

This is a meadow that is a meter high. What kind of grass can be more than a meter high? Even on the grassland, it's only as tall as a person's knee, right? A conjecture faintly formed in Wang Xiaoshuai's head. Approaching again, carefully observing, Wang Xiaoshuai observed the flowers of the grass again, just like a wilted morning glory, much smaller than the morning glory, but the color is similar to that, they are all pink and tender, pull off the tip of the grass, smell it quietly, Wang Xiaoshuai is a little bit of a good idea.

[I didn't expect to be able to find this thing here.] Wang Xiaoshuai was a little surprised.

This is tobacco. A much-loved poison.