After scoring, Xiaofeng and his group returned to the third floor of the rest and prepared to have dinner.

I saw that Lem kept babbling about her topic. Kalitiyah and Nader ate their food quietly. It wasn't long before Mickey, who was late, arrived.

"Listen, tomorrow is the last day, and all the tributes will be trained by his mentor...... So we went down at 9 o'clock. Mickey came up and said without even drinking.

"Whatever you want!" Xiaofeng replied indifferently. He was also angry, seeing that he was about to go to the arena, he still didn't get the heroine's alliance, let alone the other tributes from those who were afraid of District 1 and District 2.

Now, he really had to accept his fate to the point of death.

"I'm not going, I want to train alone." Kalitia spoke suddenly.

"Why?" Xiaofeng was shocked by Calitia's words, and he saw Calitia as a person who listened to his mentor very much. I can't figure out why she didn't go.

Then Mickey answered: "The obvious facts! There is only one champion...... This often happens at this stage. ”

Xiaofeng understood that Calitia wanted him to live, and took the initiative to give up the training opportunity so that he would have one less opponent to compete with.

"This idiot!" Xiaofeng was really laughing and angry. laugh at a person who has nothing to do with him and wants him to live. It's stupid to be angry at her, on the contrary, she can go to training, and then kill as many people as she can before she dies, that's to help.

"Do you really want that?" After complaining in his heart, Xiaofeng asked for confirmation.

"Yes......" Calitia whispered, a blush welling up on her cheeks as she spoke.

"No, it won't! She ......, "Seeing this, Xiaofeng felt that the atmosphere was awkward, how did she feel... Kalitia is a little... Like him?

Xiaofeng really doesn't think he has anything to like, on the contrary, he thinks he should be a very annoying person, which can be seen from the heroine's attitude towards him.

"Delusion, delusion, must be delusion......" self-hypnotized thought, Xiaofeng gave up the conversation.

After eating, I went back to sleep, and I slept peacefully, nothing else happened. Since he was about to go to the arena, Xiaofeng didn't think about things last night, and went to bed early to ensure that he was full of energy.

In the morning, Mickey saw Xiaofeng and took him to train alone.

Come to the tribute training ground, a separate and empty room. There are a lot of weapons and props in the area.

"What's next, what are we supposed to train?" Xiaofeng really didn't know what else to train, all that was left was to accept the fate of dying.

"Imagine if this is the inside of the arena." Mickey said as he stood in front of Xiaofeng.

Before Xiaofeng could react, Mickey picked up a stick on the weapon rack next to him and hit it with a stick.

Xiaofeng, who was completely unaware of the situation, was knocked to the ground with a blow.

"Actual combat training ......" In an instant, Xiaofeng understood Mickey's intentions, before Mickey's next stick came, Xiaofeng hurriedly flipped on his side, and after a few fights, he opened up a little distance, got up and grabbed the knife on the table next to him, and threw it over.

Mickey is also a champion, and the experienced one has already pursued Xiaofeng at the same time as Xiaofeng rolls over. The throwing knife was dodged by him sideways.

Xiaofeng was not idle, and he didn't expect the flying knife to threaten Mickey, and before Mickey arrived, he had already picked up another short sword on the table and fought against Mickey.

After several fights, Xiaofeng not only did not hurt Mickey, but was repeatedly hit by Mickey, and his movements gradually slowed down.

The last time, Mickey hit Xiaofeng's hand with a stick, and was shot down along with the short sword, and then Mickey accelerated forward, hugged Xiaofeng, and grabbed it with one blow, trapping and using the chokehold.

"Am I going to die?" Breathing was not smooth, and Xiaofeng's consciousness began to blur. He suddenly fell into memory......

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London, England, 2003. In the middle of summer, when the sun covers the land, the sun in Glen is mild, and after dusk, it leaves a tickling feeling.

Bai Wanglun Orphanage, in the backyard, a group of naïve children were chasing and playing, and they couldn't run out of the half-meter-high wall of the orphanage.

One of them was a special child, not only in terms of appearance, but also in his behavior.

He has a different appearance from other orphans, with blond hair and blue eyes, black hair and black eyes. He doesn't chase and play like other children, he doesn't behave at this age, and he is silent.

He sat on the swing, looking through the gap in the backyard gate at the distant sunset, and he looked very lonely at this time.

Suddenly, a "crunch" sound came from the door, and the door was opened, and the sound called back his gaze.

Under his gaze, a black sedan drove in. The children who were still chasing around immediately dispersed and hid. And he was indifferent, as if everything that was happening around him had nothing to do with him.

When the car stopped, a person got out of the car, dressed in a white coat. He had seen people in such clothes, as if they were doctors, who had come here to take away children like him, but after that, there was no more of them.

The man looked around, stopped at him, and walked straight at him. He was not afraid at all, and waited quietly for the man to approach.

"AZ29284673......," the man said, pulling out the child's engraved right hand, pulling out a note from his left breast pocket.

"That's right." After confirming that the note was correct and what he had read, he took him away.

Sitting in the car driving out of the orphanage, he looked back and saw that the iron gate of Bai Wanglun's orphanage had been closed again, and only the heads of several children were looking at the iron door, their eyes full of confusion and fear.

Turning around, he closed his eyes quietly, waiting for the fate that also belonged to him......

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"You're really bad...... In a daze, Xiaofeng seemed to hear someone talking, but he couldn't hear it clearly.

At this moment, he was so uncomfortable that he was dying, as if he had been hit hard in the head, and he was dizzy and couldn't tell anything.

"If you were in the arena, you would have died just now......" The voice was still coming Xiao Feng couldn't hear it, he tried to open his eyes, but what he saw was only a blur.

I don't know how long it took, but Xiaofeng felt his discomfort subside a little, and his eyesight gradually eased, and in his eyes was Mickey's hand reaching for him.

Taking Mickey's hand, Xiaofeng stood up and said, "What happened, what happened to me just now?" ”

"You don't remember? What did I do to you? "Mitch is restoring the field where the fight was messed up.

Hearing this, Xiaofeng's memory gradually came online, he was fighting with Mickey just now, and what happened last was...... Mitch hugged him and then locked his throat?

"Asphyxiating shock, you just fell into suspended animation." Mitch said, tidying up the field.

"This symptom is usually not fatal, but it can make you lose your IQ, just like you ...... just now"

Xiaofeng was locked by Mickey's throat, and the severe lack of oxygen supply to his brain made him fall into a coma, and Xiaofeng did not recover until just now, so there would be a temporary loss of memory.

Xiaofeng was shocked, the drunkard in his eyes almost killed him, he was still a trained person, "This is the difference between a champion and others?" ”

Calming down a little, Xiaofeng knew that his failure was inevitable, how much could he improve after only a few days of training? The real weapon is not a sword, but a brain, and survival with wisdom is the king.

"I'm sure you'll learn a lot from this lesson...... "Mickey finally restored the contents of the room, "Now, go and deal with your injuries, but don't drag them to the arena again, it will kill you." ”

Of course, Xiaofeng will deal with his injuries, and he doesn't want to go to the arena in a non-heyday state. But now he was more concerned about Mickey's capture just now, he couldn't break free at all, he felt like he was entangled by a python and couldn't move. The subsequent throat lock made Xiaofeng feel like he was going to die for a moment and would never wake up again.

"What was that trick you just had?"

"What's the trick you say? I have a lot of moves. Mickey replied without humility.

"Lock me that move" is such a powerful move, how can Xiaofeng not know the name? Xiaofeng was dying just now, if he didn't even know which trick he died, wouldn't he even know his name be on it?

Xiaofeng swore in his heart that he must know about Mickey's trick......

(To be continued)