The strong man had no pity for the jade, his face was full of hideousness, he grabbed the woman's hair with one hand, and smashed her face with a fist with the other hand, the moves were simple and rough, and when each punch was withdrawn, the viscous blood stuck to his fist like silk, and then sent it back to the woman's face with his fist.

The woman let out a scream of pain, hugged the strong man's arm and struggled, but it looked like she was shaking an iron wall, and it had no effect. Her struggle soon weakened, and her screams slowly stopped, and the arm that hugged the strong man drooped weakly, leaving only a slight moan of pain.

"Blast her head!!"

"A little harder, a little harder!"

The cheers from the audience were crazy.

The strong man looked up and looked around, his eyes fell on the woman in his hand again, he raised his fist and smashed it towards her forehead, punch after punch, until the back of his hand was numb, and the woman at this time even stopped moaning and lost her breath.

The strong man let go of the hand that was holding her hair, and the woman fell down on her back, falling heavily on the stage, her head tilted, and a beaten face that was shattered turned its head to look at the barbed wire fence without strength, and the excited roaring faces outside the barbed wire, the only remaining eye drooping, godless and empty.

No one noticed that a figure flashed in her dark mirror-like pupils.

Behind the auditorium of this small underground gladiatorial arena is a narrow aisle, behind which is surrounded by circular walls on all sides, and at intervals there is a wide passageway, and at this moment people leave the auditorium one after another, turn into the dark passage behind, while the rest of the people still sit in the audience, ready to watch the next show with great interest.

The dark passages were inlaid with sparse fluorescent stones, much more luxurious than cheap oil lamps, and the corridor was extremely deep, with several forks with which the people who came were obviously very familiar with them, and each walked to where he wanted to go.

Plana walked to the leftmost fork in the promenade, and on the wall of this promenade there were doors at intervals, apparently containing rooms. Plana walked to the door of the dark gold pattern engraved with the number "108", and as soon as he approached it, he heard a burst of childish cries from inside, and he sighed in his heart, knowing that this adult was addicted to play again.

He raised his hand and knocked lightly on the door, then stood waitingly in the doorway, waiting for a response.

A moment later, a violent voice came from the room, "Who is so short-sighted and wants to die?" Yes?! ”

Plana hurriedly said respectfully, "My lord, it's me, Lord Rukland, who asked me to pass on a message to you." Although Rukland is a surname, but with the addition of "adult", there is no doubt that it is Rukland-Sturt.

"Come in!" The irascible voice inside was low, full of suppressed anger.

The door was opened from the inside, and a fair-skinned young knight looked at Plana with a smile and said softly, "Sir, please." ”

"Thank you." Plana didn't dare to slack off, knowing that this person was the adult's confidant and his favorite man.

When he entered the room, he heard the childish voice that he had faintly heard before, and he saw that it was an extremely large room, with a large bed, and several wardrobes, and some shelves with strange utensils, and a weapon rack, and the things on the shelves were not swords, but long whips, and ropes with dense iron spikes.

At first glance, it looks like a torture chamber for interrogating prisoners.

Plana looked to the side of the bed, only to see a slender middle-aged man leaning on the big bed, with two small figures in his arms, a little girl of seven or eight years old, and a little boy about four or five years old with a milky face, these two children have relatively clean skin, obviously not from a poor family, and there are no dark spots on their hands and face, which look extremely cute.

It's just that at this moment, there are obvious tears on the faces of the two children, and the dark eyes are full of fear, and every time the palm of the middle-aged man's hand caresses their hair, the fear in his eyes intensifies.

In addition to these two children, there were three other children on the bed, but they were all sitting on the edge of the bed, their bodies curled up, shivering, and letting out low sobs.

Plana glanced at it, although he felt uncomfortable, he didn't frown, and his appearance was extremely calm, if he was the same ten years ago, he wouldn't be able to be as unhappy and angry as he is now.

"My lord, Lord Rukhland asked me to call you to tell you that His Holiness has news." Prana said respectfully.

The middle-aged man on the bed raised his eyebrows slightly, and snorted coldly: "Is it dead or alive?" ”

Hearing his rude words, Prana was not surprised, and still said respectfully: "His Holiness the Pope seems to be in good health, and after holding a blessing sacrifice in Martha's Square, he disappeared again. ”

"Huh? What's going on? The middle-aged man said unhappily: "This old guy has nothing to do when he is full, what is he running around?" ”

Plana said respectfully, "Lord Ruckerland asked the little one to bring a message, please come over and talk about it in detail." ”

"It's annoying!" The middle-aged man was a little impatient, but after all, he still sat up slowly from the bed, pinched the soft faces of the two children with his hands, and the irritability in his eyes suddenly turned to greed and desire, he licked his lips, picked up the little girl and kissed it hard.

The little girl was so frightened that she tried her best to resist, and her little hand pushed on his chest, but how could she shake him for half a point?

Suddenly, the little girl screamed and cried out loud.

At this time, the middle-aged man let go of his mouth, but he had half a piece of soft flesh in his mouth, chewing gently, and it was a little girl's lips.

"Delicious." The middle-aged man closed his eyes and chewed with great enjoyment, chewed and swallowed, then slowly opened his eyes, touched the head of the little girl who was crying in pain, and showed fatherly doting in his eyes, and said softly: "Be obedient, be obedient, you know?" ”

The little girl kept crying, screaming in pain, and bursting into tears.

The middle-aged man smiled slightly, got up and got out of bed, he was naked, stepping on the clean wooden floor with his bare feet, and said to the fair-skinned young knight by the door, "Fetch my clothes." ”

The young knight nodded respectfully, took out a luxurious suit from the closet next to him, and put it on for him.

The middle-aged man stretched out his hand like a hanger, enjoying his service, and when he tied his tie, he asked, "You're not jealous, are you?" ”

"How so?" The young knight's face was slightly red.

The middle-aged man laughed, covered his tie and adjusted it himself, looked at his outfit on the mirror outside the wardrobe, and was more satisfied, and then took the precision mechanical watch from the master's craftsmanship next to him, and then put on a hat.

"Let's go." The middle-aged man said.

The young knight glanced at the five children on the bed and said, "What about them?" ”

"As usual, kill and feed to the little loaches." The middle-aged man said casually, and after speaking, he buttoned his sleeves and turned around, ready to go out.

"I haven't even dressed properly, why are I in such a hurry to go out?" A flat voice rang out.

When the middle-aged man heard this, he didn't think much about it, he looked down at him, and suddenly saw that the buttons of his clothes were not fastened, he frowned, and was a little angry, and suddenly, the young knight behind him exclaimed in surprise: "You, who are you?" ”

Hearing this, the middle-aged man suddenly reacted, his whole body was cold, he looked up, and suddenly saw a figure in a black robe standing by the door, with a loose hood covering most of his face, revealing a fair and handsome chin.

"Is the overseer sent by the monastery so weak?" Du Dian lifted his hood and looked at the middle-aged man indifferently, "The button was wrong from the first one, but until it was twisted to the last one, I didn't realize it, are you too numb, or have you long been unable to see the straight?" ”

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