After putting out the fire, the prisoners who were affected by the fire were all disgraced, and many of the weak who were huddled outside were blackened, and the heat of the fire bleached their hair, emitting a burst of scorching stench, like the smell of burnt eggshells, which was very unpleasant.

In addition, the rough men who have not bathed for several months have been roasted by the fire, and the whole concentration exudes an indescribable stench, which is not an exaggeration to say that it is a pungent smell.

Yuke covered his nose and waved his hand in disgust to urge the Blooddred to open the door.

The two doors opened, and the prisoners in the full cage walked out with each push; Seven or eight honest men slowly and leisurely walked out of the cage with plenty of space, and the bearded homeless man walked at the end of the line with his head buried in his head.

The heavy shackles tossed over the rubble of dirt on the grass, leaving a long trail mark on it. Dozens of men in the prime of life lined up in an orderly line, walked slowly across the wide lawn, and arrived at the training ground through an arched stone gate.

The training ground was large enough to hold an army of several thousand, and the prisoners looked around and marveled at the magnificence of the castle. Suddenly, a tall, imposing man burst into their sight.

A dark-haired, white-skinned man with resolute facial features was standing in the center of the field, and a petite brown-haired girl stood beside him.

A lustful prisoner whistled at the girl with a lewd smile, and was hit on the head by Yuk, and immediately blood splattered, and he fell to the ground in a daze, passing out, and was soon dragged out of the group by the Bloodborn.

Seeing this, the other prisoners did not dare to make another attempt, and followed with their heads bowed...... Approaching the center, dozens of prisoners stood still, turned around, and came face to face with the ink-haired man.

Dozens of pairs of eyes looked at the black-haired man in unison.

His gaze quickly swept over this row of prisoners, Jue's slender fingers randomly clicked a few people, and with an expressionless wave, several bloodlines came forward to drag out all the weak ones who had been screened and eliminated, and there were only a dozen men left on the field in an instant, and the vacant positions were quickly filled, and the original long queue was shortened instantly.

The eliminators seemed to foresee their end, and they all shouted and begged for mercy.

Jue tightened his brows, looked displeased, and reprimanded in a deep voice: "Drag it down!" ”

The leader of the Yukejaw commanded, signaling the bloodlines to drag all the eliminated ones out, and the final fate of these weak people will become the blood source in the blood bank.

Suddenly, a figure among the Eliminators attracted Jue's attention, he didn't shout or scream, he was like a dead corpse and let the bloodline pull him away, his dirty hair and beard covered his entire face, and his seemingly thin body was full of spirit.

"The homeless man left me behind."

Hearing this, the bloodline respectfully let go of the homeless, and the homeless man also consciously walked towards the rest of the team, and the whole state was very calm, as if this life and death could not shake his heart.

Staring at the homeless man with interest, Jue asked Yuke beside him about his origins.

Yuke glanced at the homeless man with great disgust: "According to the children, it was when they were out foraging for food, he himself voluntarily followed, and he couldn't drive away, saying that he was looking for relatives." ”

Jue smiled playfully: There are even people who stick to the blood clan, it's interesting.

"Let's get started!" Jue opened his mouth indifferently, turned around and walked to the high platform, Aisha pulled the chair, he sat down peacefully, looking at the dozen prisoners under the stage with a leisurely expression.

After receiving the order, Yuke announced loudly: "Next, you bunch of wastes will fight each other, and the last one who does not fall will have a good reward and a chance to live." ”

After unshackling, a dozen prisoners looked at each other at first, and the next second the evil was revealed - the scene became chaotic, and the training ground was filled with the sound of fists and flesh.

This group of prisoners who were trying to survive were red-eyed, but if there was anyone standing in front of them, they would not let him hold on for a second. Dangling figures, flying fists, blood foam, teeth messing out.

Soon, many figures fell down, unable to stand up again, and the blood red all over the ground showed the fierceness of the battle......

The homeless man was the first to fall, and as soon as the brawl began, he was knocked down by a strong man, and although a tooth was knocked out and a mouth full of blood, he staggered to his feet...... Knocked down again, stood up again...... It's like Xiaoqiang who can't be killed.

Almost, he relied on hard resistance to the end. The big man who beat him changed one after another, and poured one after another...... It's just an iron-beaten homeless man, an assembly-line beater.

His head was badly swollen, the size of a pig's head. The original vague appearance is even more indistinguishable at the moment.

The brawl of more than a dozen strong men was left at the moment, only a stubborn homeless man and a violent and ruthless scar man. The scarred man had swollen and bleeding eyes, clenched his fists, panted, and coughed to bring out a thick blood clot from his mouth, he suffered serious internal injuries, and I am afraid that he will not be able to support it for long.

"Yikes!"

With a roar of rage, the scar man raised his fist and rushed towards the shaky homeless man, gathering the strength of his whole body into this punch with the mentality of victory.

This fool will only take people's fists, and if I hit him, he will either die or be maimed!

The scar man thought so, and with a murderous fist, he directly punched the homeless man away. The vagabond's thin body fell like a dead leaf into a pool of blood a few meters away, unable to move again.

The scar man walked with weak legs, and a pair of swollen bubble eyes blurred by blood followed the footsteps and looked around, until he confirmed that there was no opponent who could stand up, and then he looked up to the sky and laughed: "Hahaha, Lao Tzu won!" ”

After only a second of pride, the scar man suddenly fell silent, his eyes widened, and he hurriedly covered his chest. His brows furrowed, and he let out a painful "wow", spitting out a large amount of black blood from his mouth. His legs were weak, his body was slanted, and he fell straight down......

Looking at this tragic scene, Aisha's constricted brows never relaxed from the beginning, on the other hand, Jue on the side, there was still a light smile on the corner of her mouth, looking at it with interest.

"Boss, you see all these people are down, this ......"

Looking at this upside down, it is estimated that no one has the strength to stand up, and even if he stands up, he is a worthless cripple, Yuke instantly made a difficulty, and the heart boss will not blame himself for finding a group of waste back. After hesitating, I only heard Jue say in a cold voice: "I want him!" ”

Following where he pointed, Yuke's gaze was fixed on the homeless man who had been knocked away by the scarred man, who was lying motionless in a pool of blood.

"Boss, they're all dead...... Thoroughly, huh? Exercise! Yuke's jaw dropped in shock—the homeless man's body twitched, and he slowly rose from the ground.

The smile on the corner of Jue's mouth deepened more and more, his purple-gold eyes were full of surprise, and his gaze kept falling on the homeless man: "Bring him here." ”

The homeless man limped and was brought to Jue by Yuke, and the gray pupils on his hematoma's face stared at Jue through a slit.

Jue said: "Be my sparring partner." ”

The homeless man's gray eyes stared at Jue's purple-gold eyes, and he said "Help me find my relatives" for a while, which was the first thing the homeless man said when he came to Night Castle.

"Yes." Without the slightest hesitation, Jue immediately agreed.

Hearing the sound, the homeless man knelt down at Jue's feet and recognized the master.

"Take it down and sort it out, send it to Han Qingluo, and see me in a week!"

The smile on Jue's face did not decrease, and he seemed to be in a good mood, and stood up and commanded Aisha: "Go, go back!" Aisha nodded, glanced at the homeless man, and followed Jue in the direction of the dormitory.

——

"What?" Han Qingluo slapped the table with one palm and almost jumped up from his chair, "Why do you want me to move to the training ground?" ”

The bloodline who came to deliver the message passed Jue's original words to Han Qingluo one by one: "Lord Jue said that I will pay you double your salary and let you teach a mixed breed grappling technique." ”

"Hybrid?" Han Qingluo instantly compromised as soon as he heard the double salary, "It doesn't matter if you move or not, the main thing is that I still want to know what this hybrid is?" ”

"It is a child born of a combination of human and blood clans, and it is called a mixed race."

"He's not going to eat me, is he?" Han Qingluo's face was worried.

The bloodline didn't look like she was scared, but like a precursor to wanting to extort another sum of money, and hurriedly replied: "Lord Jue has thought of these things for you, don't worry, this hybrid is no different from a human being, I'm afraid that you will be worried, teacher, and promise to pay double the amount of money for how many days you promise to teach." ”

Han Qingluo lowered his eyes thoughtfully, raised his head suddenly, looked at the bloodline with blazing eyes, and said seriously: "Lead the way ahead!" ”

"Doesn't the teacher bring some clothes?"

"No hurry!"

said that he was leading the way, and Han Qingluo walked faster than the bloodline.

……

Shaved off the messy dirty hair and washed away the smelly body, the homeless man was transformed into a thin teenager, his gray eyes were full of dejection, and he always drooped a pair of eyelids. In the melee, the injuries were still bruised, and the lumps were gone, as if the previous tragedy had not happened at all.

"Melancholy Boy".

This was Han Qingluo's first impression when he saw him.

"Hey, is he mute?" Han Qingluo observed for a while, and couldn't help but poke Yuke beside him with his elbow.

You Ke glanced at the gray-eyed boy casually, counted the advance payment and handed it to Han Qingluo, and said, "It's not that he's dumb, it's just that he doesn't talk much." Then he waved his hand as if he had relieved himself, "I'll leave it to you!" ”

"Well, good work!" After Han Qingluo politely saw Yuke away, he returned to the cabin in the training ground. The gray-eyed boy still sat in his place, his eyes staring straight at her, staring at her uncomfortably.

There was silence for a long time.

Han Qingluo: "Where are you from?" ”

Gray-eyed boy: "......"

Han Qingluo: "What's your name?" ”

Gray-eyed boy: "......"

Han Qingluo: "......"

Seeing that he didn't talk, Han Qingluo was speechless: If you don't speak, you can't communicate, how can you teach?

"I heard you're a hybrid?" Han Qingluo planned to start with his identity.

The young man's gray eyes finally flickered: "I'm a hybrid...... Is it? ”