There was a new round of scramble and killing, and the scene was completely out of control, and it became a battlefield for slaves to fight.

The soldiers had already watched quietly, and the leader did not speak, and the others naturally did not dare to make a sound, otherwise, no one dared to guarantee that the next person to die would not be themselves.

At this time, three different small worlds were formed, the world of slaves, the world of soldiers, and the world where slaves had returned to their fainted sister and sobbed softly.

The fainted man moved, and opened his deep-set eyes, which were unusually bright, like pearls suddenly blooming in the desert.

Mo Yue woke up, and received the memories of the person whose soul body carried it.

"Sister Yue'er, you're awake." Nu'er happily hugged Moyue.

"I'm not your sister." The moment Mo Yue woke up, she had already seen all the surrounding situations clearly, and this thin woman with a bloody face was full of evil smell, so Mo Yue pushed the slave away mercilessly.

"Sister Yue'er, did I scare you?" The slave was not angry, and hurriedly wiped her face with her dirty sleeves, but the dried blood had already stayed on her face and could not be wiped away.

Mo Yue didn't pay attention to the slave anymore, but stood up rubbly, looked at the person who was the leader, and said in a loud voice: "Lord Ghost Face, this scene is much better than in the slave fighting field, right?" ”

The person in charge had already turned his gaze to this side since Moyue woke up, and at this time, seeing that this woman who had never spoken all the way suddenly had the courage to look directly at him, and there was a little more playfulness in her eyes, and she walked closer to the two girls.

"What's your name, the word ghost face, not everyone can call it." The leader touched the mask on his face, and there was an inexplicable coolness in his warmth.

"This girl's name is not everyone's name." Mo Yue also took a few steps closer to the ghost face, and said with a smile in her eyes: "How about we make a bet?" ”

"What bet?" Ghost Face looked at the playfulness in the girl's eyes, and suddenly became interested.

"Just bet, you can't beat me." Mo Yue continued: "If I win, give that group of people a little water and a little dry food to save their lives, anyway, there are not a few people left to live, and I can't waste much of you, if I lose, the slave girl will reward you, and serve the officials who are tired all the way." ”

The slave's little face, covered with mud and blood, turned white.

Ghost Face laughed: "It's up to you?" He didn't want to say much about the rest, they were all slaves, did this girl still think she was the eldest lady, and she could reward others to others at will, but I have to say that this girl successfully aroused her interest.

"So, are you willing to bet?" As soon as Mo Yue's voice fell, her body had moved.

Her thin body seemed to be blown down by a gust of wind, and she walked towards the ghost, not like to fight, but like to throw herself into her arms.

The smile in the ghost's eyes deepened, and he wanted to see how this woman wanted to attack him.

While Mo Yue was walking, she had already reached a "consensus" with Mi'er in the sea of knowledge.

"Stinky girl, what kind of play is this, can't you let this girl be a young lady quietly, but do you want this girl to come back after she is down?" Moyue complains every day.

"Great God, although it is a little difficult at the moment, the little wolf believes that the great god will definitely be able to turn the situation around." Mi'er raised his claws high, clenched his fists and begged for mercy, great god, this reincarnation is like a fairy tribulation, how can there be any plot where everything goes well, the immortal tribulation can also ask Si Ming Xianjun to open a back door and write a good number of lives, but the reincarnation array is a dead thing, no matter who you are.