Chapter 211: The Colosseum. 11
The strings were dyed red.
Let the already vermilion piano be more gorgeous.
Blood drips on the qin's body, drop by drop, the sound of the click, the sound can be heard in autumn, the blood is on the qin's body, blooming red demon flowers.
It was opened in her heart.
Dry Guhuan put down the flute, his good-looking hands hung down, and he looked at it from afar, looking at the autumn mood, and his eyebrows seemed to be covered with a layer of fog, and he couldn't see it very really.
It's so vague that it makes people feel a little sad.
But she couldn't read his mind at all.
What kind of person is this?
Qiu Yinong's face was pale, watching Zhan Yu come out of the cage, spotless, noble and glorious.
The man walked outside the school yard and stood there to look over, and Qiu Yinong saw that in his eyes, a wolf-like ferocious and cruel look flashed, pressing over, making her heart suffocate a little.
She knew that she couldn't hurt Zhan Yu just now, and Zhan Yu came out safely, and she would definitely be able to find some clues.
Even if you are not 100% sure, there are three points certain.
Is she too anxious?
Autumn is uncertain.
But she knew that it was difficult to find an opportunity if she wanted to make Zhan Yu pay, and she couldn't let go of any opportunity, so even if she risked being discovered, she had to give it a try.
However, she didn't calculate the dry bones in the end.
This man's flute skills are so excellent that she can only resist it, and she wants to calculate the battle royal, but she can't.
And at this moment, Zhan Yu looked at her like this, what did he mean?
Qiu Yinong lowered her eyebrows, looked at her fingers, and looked at the snow-white fingertips bubbling with blood, but her heart gradually calmed down, she had a big hatred, and she couldn't mess with herself.
After adjusting her face, she raised her head again, already smiling lightly.
An Ran looked over elegantly, looked at Zhan Yu, slowly stood up, Shi Shiran knelt down, and said in a respectful tone: "I wish my emperor victory, the luck of the country, and the blessing of the people." β
She returned to the palace and bowed at his feet.
However, she knew that one day, she would let Zhan Yu crawl at her feet, like a tiger with shaved teeth, and from then on, she would not even be as good as a cat.
The man stared at the woman kneeling at his feet, his eyes sinking and the dark light flowing.
The school field was quiet.
Seeing the emperor looking down at the woman kneeling on the ground with superb piano skills, at that moment, his eyes seemed to flash countless streamers, and in an instant, he returned to coldness.
but he did not call her up.
He turned straight and went to the throne.
Zhan Yue's eyes were slightly cold, he glanced at the autumn mood, and then at the dry bones who were sitting there with warm eyebrows, a demonic smile curled up on his lips, he lowered his head, picked up the wine glass, and drank alone.
It seems that next, there must be a good show to watch.
The cage in the center of the school yard quickly asked the palace people to clean up the cunning corpse, and the guards brought another cage, lifted the black cloth, and drove a huge tiger into the cage of the school yard.
The tiger roared and wandered around in its cage, panting heavily, panicking with hunger, and looking viciously at the people outside.
Those people are its prey.
Qiu Yinong's ears swept past the roar of the tiger, and his heart beat rapidly.
At that time, Zhan Yu ordered someone to pick her up from Zhan Bei's bed and throw her into the tiger cage, right in this place, in this position.
Her body was covered with wounds from the tiger, and blood soaked her dress.
On oneβs last legs.