Ye Chen waved his hand and said:

"It's okay, even if it's medicated, it's better to have a scar."

After speaking, he suddenly laughed, and the doctor looked inexplicable.

In the next few days, Ye Chen has been recuperating from his injuries, thanks to his strong body, the wounds that add up to nearly 100 on his body did not kill him, and it was not even a wound to the muscles and bones, just some blood holes bitten out by fangs, and it was almost good to take some medicine for three days.

The wound on the big hanging was almost fine, but it left a lot of bumpy bumps, which looked hideous and terrifying.

On the fifth day, the scar on his body fell off automatically, and the steward of the gladiatorial arena suddenly came to the door, walked around his room a few times, and looked at Ye Chen with strange eyes while smoking his pipe, and couldn't help but ask:

"What's wrong with me?"

The steward shook his head and said with envy:

"Boy, your peach blossoms are here, Mrs. Mu has taken a fancy to you and invited you to her manor as a guest."

"Mrs. Mu? Who is it? ”

Ye Chen was a little strange.

steward says:

"Mrs. Mu is one of the three dukes of Ningguo, that is a great beauty who is famous throughout the country, you are blessed, boy."

"Duke? Got a crush on me? ”

"That's right, get ready, the carriage that picks you up is at the door."

Ye Chen: .....

From the tone of the steward and the identity of Mrs. Namu, he knew that there was no room for refusal, and it was obvious that his excellent performance and strong body were favored by a certain lady.

This is a thing that I don't know how to describe, if it's an ugly woman, it's definitely a bad thing, but if it's a beautiful woman, it's a good thing, and now it seems that the probability of a good thing is a little better.

There was nothing to prepare, just change into formal clothes, and when he went out, a carriage stopped at the door, and he got into the carriage and left.

The carriage entered the city of Binh Duong and walked to the south of the city, where the gladiatorial arena was not in the city, but on the edge of the east gate of the city.

It didn't take long for the carriage to enter a deserted street, Ye Chen looked out from the carriage window, there were few pedestrians on this whole street, and there were few households on the side of the road, the whole street was surrounded by a high wall, and it was only after walking that it was seven or eight hundred meters before I saw a huge gatehouse, and the carriage entered through a small door next to the gatehouse.

The carriage drove into the courtyard, many gorgeous carriages were parked in the courtyard, many coachmen were chatting together, Ye Chen bent down and walked out of the stopped carriage, the coachmen all turned their heads, and when they saw his tall body and muscles that were too strong to speak, they all opened their mouths in surprise.

The coachman who brought him led him into another small courtyard, and whispered as he went:

"Madame will hold a poetry party today, feast the guests in the city, and you will prepare it later, and dance the sword to help the fun!"

"Ugh!"

Ye Chen touched his head, and the expectation in his heart suddenly decreased by half, co-authoring is not a peach blossom luck, just inviting himself to dance the sword to help the fun, isn't this equivalent to inviting celebrities to participate in any activities in reality?

Well, he felt as if he was overthinking, and replied with some interest:

"Then please prepare a wooden sword for me!"

Not long after, he was taken to a room filled with all kinds of weapons, and there were no less than ten kinds of swords alone, all kinds of styles of length, lightness, weight, width and thickness, but none of them were sharp.

He picked a random sword and was taken to another room to wait.

He is not the only one in the room, there are several groups of performances, but everyone is professional, and he is an amateur in terms of dress and temperament.

It can't be said that he is amateur, he is professional in fighting, and his performance is somewhat amateurish.

They were invited out in groups, and it was almost an hour before it was his turn, and he followed the servants out of the room with the unopened iron sword on his back, and circled the unspeakably large manor several times before reaching the garden gate.

It was a women's gathering, held in the open air in a large garden, with a large artificial lake in the center, several wooden bridges connecting the central island, a row of corridors around the island, a pavilion on the left, and an open space in the center, where some clowns were doing acrobatics.

Seeing the many young women around him watching the performance with great interest, Ye Chen felt that his face was a little hot.

He doesn't care about being embarrassed, as an adventist, he cares too much about his face and it is difficult to mix in one world, the main thing is that he feels bored, with this sword dancing kung fu, he can refine the fierce ape essence blood pill at home, and he didn't have time to refine the injured pill in his hand before.

However, now he has no strength to refuse, and a basic technique cultivation to the end is not invincible, at least in this manor, he feels that there are several masters whose strength exceeds his own, in order to reduce trouble, he can only be obedient.

Sitting on a rock waiting for the last game to end, he suddenly heard a crisp female voice behind him shouting to himself:

"Hey, aren't you the one in the gladiatorial arena? Why are you still here, come with me. ”

When he turned around, he saw a familiar face, it was the pretty maid who had given him Mrs. Mu's handkerchief before, she grabbed him by the hand and walked away, and said as she went:

"Madame is waiting for you, why are you still staying here, what's the matter with this sword, Madame is not allowed to bring weapons next to you."

The pretty maid had very little strength, he didn't dare to use his strength, so he could only let her pull him away, while explaining:

"Didn't Madame invite me to come and dance the sword to cheer up?"

The pretty maid was stunned for a moment, and immediately reacted and said:

"It must be a mistake by the subordinates, Madame invited you to participate in the poetry meeting, you are a guest, how can you dance the sword."

Ye Chen: .....

I couldn't help but touch my sweaty forehead, this oolong made it.

But that's a good thing, you don't have to be watched.

I followed the maid to the island in the middle of the lake, and saw a group of mandarin ducks and swallows sitting in the pavilion from a distance, and seven or eight beautifully dressed women were chatting in a group, all of them looked good, and I didn't know which one was Mrs. Mu.

At this time, one of the women happened to turn around, her elegant temperament and charming eyes made Ye Chen's eyes light up, and it happened that the woman turned her head to see him, Ye Chen subconsciously winked at her.

The woman was stunned for a moment, then covered her mouth with a handkerchief and snickered, and the pretty maid behind her urged him to step forward until she reached the woman's side and said:

"Madam, Ye... Childe is here. ”

"Ye Gongzi?"

A woman in a pale yellow palace dress on the side looked up at Ye Chen's height and the size of the loose robe that she held tightly, with a look of surprise and confusion.

The women around him also covered their mouths and snickered, looking at him for a while, looking at Mrs. Mu for a while, covering their mouths and snickering.

Ye Chen could see the meaning of their snickering, it was nothing more than thinking that he was Mrs. Mu, he had no interest in explaining, he gave his hand to them one by one, sat on the stool brought by the pretty maid, and stared at them one by one with big eyes, but they were embarrassed and didn't dare to look at it again.

At this time, he knew who Mrs. Mu was, that is, the beautiful woman who was elegant and charming, and it seemed that the woman was a little excessive, and she should be a mature woman.