An Yin thought of Qin Jian's red and golden eyes when he became ill, and pursed his lips lightly.

"Since you are Kuman Thong, why are you in this doll?" An Yin remembers that Thai Kuman Tong is a golden boy.

"This is my master's doll, and the doll smells of the master, so I got into it."

"Who is your master?"

"It's called Yinyin."

This doll was given to her by her mother, the voice in the mouth of the little civet cat, is it her? Or is it someone else?

"I'm the owner of the doll, you recognize the taste, don't you recognize people?"

The little thing shook its head, and its little owner disappeared when he was one year old, and the little master was still a little doll at that time.

The little master in its memory was still a one-year-old child, and the little master had not been weaned at that time, and he was still a milk doll, and the taste was naturally different from the taste of the woman in front of him.

"Kuman Thong is a soul, are you too?" No matter how Anyin looks at the little thing, it looks like it is alive, not a ghost.

The little thing nodded, "I died nineteen years ago." ”

"How did you die?" An Yin suddenly felt that this little thing was very pitiful.

The little thing drooped his ears, "Died in the arena." ”

The arena is the most cruel and bloody place in the world.

However, in Anyin's worldview, the actual field is already a matter of ancient Rome.

In her opinion, there is no competition field in modern times.

I didn't expect the little thing to say that it died in the arena nineteen years ago, which means that there is still a arena now.

Frowning, "You're from the arena?" ”

The little thing looked at Anyin, she was the human being it hated and feared the most.

The woman was going to burn it just now, but it looked at An Yin's eyes, smelling the bursts of orchid-like fragrance emanating from her body, and its mind suddenly became a little dazed, as if it saw not a woman, but a milk doll like a pink ball.

Confused, he nodded.

"Is there really a competition arena now?"

"Yes."

"If so, why hasn't anyone seen it?"

"Only VIPs invited by the arena can enter the arena, and these VIPs have signed a confidentiality agreement with the arena and will not sell any information about the arena."

"If there is really a skill competition, it is also a place where the strong survive and the weak die, you were just a young beast at that time, and it was impossible to be thrown off the stage to fight. Could it be that you are the rations of the fighters? ”

"Not really, my mom is a fighter."

An Yin was stunned for a moment, could it be that when its mother was pregnant with it, she fought with someone and miscarried?

"And is your mom still there?"

"My mom died."

An Yin looked at the little thing, could it be stillborn?

The little civet cat looked at An Yin's eyes and took a deep breath, the fading fragrance made it seem to see the little master.

I couldn't help but tell An Yin some unknown things.

Its mother, a civet cat, was captured by the enemy and sent to the arena.

The enemy didn't know that the civet was pregnant.

The civet used its lifelong spiritual power to hide the fetus in its womb, so the young civet in its womb has never been discovered.

In order to hide the young children, they did not dare to fight with their opponents with all their might.

Therefore, the civet was tortured and killed by the opponent during the competition.

According to the convention, the corpses of killed people or beasts will be thrown directly into the corpse field, and no one cares about them.

The young raccoon is protected by its mother's spiritual power and will not die for decades.

When the corpse of the civet is rotten, the young civet can come out of its mother's body.

ps: The babies below will know how the young fox became Anyin's Kuman Tong. Good night, I rushed to the list on Monday and voted.