Prince Su, also known as the King of Suqing, Jianzhou Slave Department inlaid with yellow flags, compared to the four princes of the Beacon City, he can be regarded as the real mainstay of the Jianzhou Slave Department, although the background is just a yellow flag, but because of the courage and good at fighting and good at cleaning up the interior, he is appreciated by the Northern Emperor, and was given the title "Su", and ascended to the prince's throne (the prince of the north is not as valuable as the southern country, and belongs to the highest level in the "title decline" sequence, Lao Tzu is the king, and the son succeeds to the throne is the prince of the country, and only the marquis is left in the grandchildren). He has never fought much outside his life, and all the military exploits of his whole body have fallen on the internal suppression of bandits and the suppression of rebellions, killing people and killing people, slaughtering cities and villages, and insisting on the "scorched earth" strategy to lay the foundation, especially like the Zhulian Nine Clans, and specially invented a special punishment for torturing relatives to force criminals to confess, because he is particularly good at purging domestic resistance forces and won the nickname "Purge King", his name, which really belongs to the type that can stop children from crying at night.

As soon as Zhao Yuheng heard the words "King of Purge", not to mention that his legs were weak, his whole body was soft. And Prince Su won't give her much buffer time.

“...... This is one of the generals under the command of this king, the holy daughter of the Poison Dragon Sect, Du Wuxin, and those who invited you are also this girl's subordinates. Nalan Yewang continued to introduce, and Zhao Yuheng's expression at this time had reached the critical point of crying. The Poison Dragon Sect, one of the ten major sects that clearly raised the anti-flag after the Fourth Thirty Revolution, not only easily repelled the encirclement and suppression of the officers and soldiers (in fact, the Jiangfang battalion with extremely poor combat effectiveness), but also the big sect that no one on the rivers and lakes could afford to provoke, and its reputation was no better than that of the "Purging King", falling into the combined forces of such two groups of people, Zhao Yuheng didn't even think that he could leave a whole corpse, let alone survive.

"Master Jun...... No, Lord Wang...... You ......" Zhao Yuheng begged with tears: "Boy, I'm just a person who eats and waits for death, I don't learn and don't know how to do it, and now I don't even have the qualifications to be a living member, and it's a mess to arrange troops to fight and duel or something, Lord Wang! I really don't know where a useless person like the boy offended the prince! I also ask the prince to be kind, raise your noble hand and spare the boy this time! There are eighty old ...... on the boy."

"Okay, okay! I cried in front of the king!" Nalan Yewang's tone was very casual, and his voice was very peaceful, but he could easily interrupt the cry of the second prince of Chongming: "This king originally came to invite the young king to come over to catch up on the old days, and by the way, he brought you, this king asked you, how much do you know about the young king?" As he spoke, he leaned forward slightly, and with the secret divine skill, a strong wind swirled around him rapidly, and a trace of white-blue electric light swirled around his body, he was very happy, like most of the nobles in the northern country, he cultivated the power of wind and thunder, but did not prefer the power of pure gold like the domineering people around his shoulders.

Zhao Yuheng instinctively gathered a trace of Gangfeng, the divine skill he cultivated was no longer a child's skill, and the power of Gangfeng had also changed from the dignified power of wind and thunder to the most popular and beloved cold and poisonous power of the nobles of the Southern Empire.

He resisted for a moment and found that it was completely useless, the other party's realm was much higher and deeper than his own, and God knows what it was. After blocking the first second, he gave up and honestly played a quiz game with this Prince Su who liked to be clean.

didn't say a few words, Zhao Yuheng was speechless, he basically didn't know anything about Zhao Feiliu, because he was a "fake girl" who didn't understand the world and hated talking about serious things with men the most.

"That's right. Nalan Yewang looked at Zhao Yuheng's very handsome face very seriously, and a faint look of disappointment flowed from his orange eyes, he originally wanted to get more news from the mouth of this prince, especially the news that a guy like the young king could not sit still has any news to save his life, but it seems that the meeting between the two of them was just an accident.

"Then this king said bluntly, it is not the king's intention to invite you to come, but the meaning of the Poison Dragon Sect. For the first time, Nalan Yewang's tone became cold, full of the meaning of killing and decisiveness. This sentence is actually a line that he discussed with the people of the Poison Dragon Sect, and the meaning is actually "You are useless, this king will hand you over to the Poison Dragon Sect as human flesh material." ”

Zhao Yuheng, who didn't understand the meaning of this, seemed to have found some hope, and suddenly turned his head to look at Du Wuxin, who was as cold as frost, and his eyes were like a little teddy cub begging for a hug: "This girl ......"

Du Wuxin's expressionless face slowly changed, every inch of skin, every muscle was changing and moving, and finally turned her expressionless cold and cute little face into a cold, bloodthirsty, crazy and extreme smile: "You waste is actually useless, it's just that if you use the prince of the southern country as a human meat target, this matter will spread out, I'm afraid that those wastes who surround the mountain gate of the Poison Dragon Sect will be scattered as birds and beasts, right?"

Zhao Yuheng's face suddenly became the same as Nalan Yewang's face, pale and pale. "Human target?" he repeated, his voice completely out of the normal channel.

The so-called human meat target is a slave who is a sparring partner for junior disciples. Let's not talk about the 100% mortality rate of the high generation, just from the prince of the palace to the lowest gladiatorial slave, this is not something that Zhao Yuheng can accept.

Du Wuxin casually glanced at the face of the second prince of Chongming, who did not look like a humanoid creature at all, and glanced at one of the men with masks with a little concern, as if he was a girl with three no girls, he lowered his eyes shyly and coldly, and turned around: "The slave family is bored, Du Chuanchang, the next thing has been taught to you!"

"Thank you!" one of the masked men suddenly laughed arrogantly and pulled off his mask. Zhao Yuheng retreated in horror, and was pushed back by the sabers of the two soldiers behind him. Zhao Yuheng's legs trembled violently, and finally he couldn't support his weight, and knelt down in a daze.

That man was synonymous with fear in his eyes.

That person is Du Chuanchang who is smiling evilly.

"Hehe, it really won't be those so-called sons of daughters, I don't have any guts. Du Chuanchang threw away the mask and moved a few steps slightly sideways to Du Wuxin's position just now, and at this time, Du Wuxin had already jumped off the high platform and disappeared into the crowd.

"Is the prince free?" Du Chuanchang did not act rashly, and first turned his head and asked Nalan Yewang.

"Yes, although the young king brought it here, he doesn't need to be interrogated immediately, right? Nalan Yewang smiled widely, and this expression almost confirmed the image of his green face and fangs—his canine teeth were long and pointed, a little unusual for ordinary people.

“...... So this king still has a little time to watch the gladiatorial fight. Nalan Yewang clasped his hands to his chest: "But it seems that His Royal Highness the Prince is not willing to cooperate." ”

"Rao, spare your life!" Zhao Yuheng really cried, crying like a poor little girl, how could he have the quality to face this urgent reality of life and death when he lived in the pile of fat powder since he was a child.

"Spare your life, hmph, young master, I will never spare other people's lives. Du Chuanchang said coldly: "Don't be stupid, hurry up, young master, I will prepare twenty strong opponents for you." As he spoke, he waved his hand, and a row of people wearing green robes and green straw hats (?!) didn't know from which shadow in the main hall emerged, as if they had suddenly completed the transformation of the soul body, silently blocking Zhao Yuheng's retreat with a crescent-shaped semi-encirclement.

After Zhao Yuheng heard Du Chuanchang's cold and ruthless words, he calmed down instead, and a look of emptiness flashed in the corner of his eyes. He slowly stood up and glanced at Du Chuanchang, although the center of his eyes was still flashing with great panic, but the surroundings of the pupil had slowly grown a circle of despair that was as strong as mold.

"Sister Lin is right, the essence is clean and clean, better than sludge and ditch!" he muttered, and in the faint voice that only he could reach, a small, faint, and death-defying emotion gradually rose up.

When a timid and cowardly person is trampled to the point where he cannot be trampled on, he will also muster in his heart a little bit of courage to resist that is impossible to have in his life. This courage does not point to survival, but to death.

This is the instinct of human beings, at least the instinct of Zhao Yuheng, who is a human being.

He took a deep breath, looked around in despair, and then aimed at a stone pillar in the left rear, touching the pillar and dying was not the ending he liked, and the way of dying was somewhat bleak and pathetic, but the current situation did not give him much choice.

He turned around and unleashed his divine power, wisps of pale green poisonous wind emanating from every pore on his skin, turning into the final struggle of a dead seeker.

"What's the trick? Forget it, just use "Tianluo Scorpion Tail Fist". Zhao Yuheng's eyes narrowed slightly.

"What? Do you really want to find yourself a good time? Hehehe, I don't want to see if you have fallen into the hands of the society!" Zhao Yuheng's mind was seen through by the old and sophisticated Du Chuanchang. No way, Du Chuanchang is the young talent who has been messing around with the rivers and lakes all the year round, he joined the Poison Dragon Sect at the age of thirteen, and now after so many years, he has no eyesight to survive the treacherous rivers and lakes? He can know what he thinks just by Zhao Yuheng's expression, and of course he has prepared a corresponding backhand, his cold and arrogant voice forced Zhao Yuheng to turn around, his face pale.

"Since I don't even want to live anymore, why do you still have to work hard?" Zhao Yuheng's voice brought anger for the first time.

"Young master, I'm going to be forced to do it, what can you do with me, young master? I'm afraid that if you come to bite me, I'll lift you! Come on, bring up the things that I have carefully prepared young master!"

Du Chuanchang's voice became sharp, and a flush of excitement appeared on his face. The feeling of pride, the feeling of victory, the feeling of abusing the weak, as if crystal methamphetamine were excites his nerves. "How long has it been since I felt like this?" he asked himself without an answer, as if from the ghostly silver figure being hostile to him......

Du Chuanchang's eyes flickered violently, temporarily expelling the painful memory that he shouldn't have from his mind, and he warned himself that he was having fun now, and he couldn't recall anything that contradicted the word "fun" in the slightest.

Zhao Yuheng didn't have the energy to care about this Poison Dragon Sect villain now, he was staring at the last six Poison Dragon Sect disciples who came up at the end for a moment, or more precisely, the "thing" in their hands.

Those six Poison Dragon Sect disciples who seemed to have a rather low status were in groups of two with three clusters of white flowers.

Two of the soft flesh were curling up as hard as they could, their slender and delicate arms were busy covering the embarrassing parts, they were sobbing lowly, but they didn't have much strength to scream, and the rest of the soft flesh was still unconscious.

They are none other than Wang Yunfen, Wang Yunfang and Wang Yurou who have been stripped of their clothes.

Seeing this scene, Zhao Yuheng only felt that something was slowly exploding in his chest.

"How?" Du Chuanchang sneered and looked at the wisps of white heat coming out of the head of the prince of Chongwang, and saw that his face changed from white to red, from red to purple, from purple to black, and subconsciously showed a vicious and treacherous smile, he suddenly found that in his field of vision, on the back of Zhao Yuheng, who was trembling with anger, there seemed to be a piece of green king eight shells, enveloping his entire back, and the virtual shadow like Wang eight shells seemed to be engraved with Du Chuanchang's name.

Du Chuanchang rubbed his eyes to confirm that he was not dazzled, he really felt that Zhao Yuheng should wear a pure green top hat at this time.

The young Poison Dragon Sect disciple wouldn't know what NTR was, even though he seemed to have done it.

"What the hell have you done to them!" Zhao Yuheng roared, and his eyes had turned red: "Yurou her, she is still sick! You, you brutes, don't you even talk about humanity at all? Sure enough, the book is right, the northerners are all born of monkeys!" he began to scold without words, but the problem was that neither Du Chuanchang nor Nalan Yewang seemed to want to be angry.

"Xiao Shizi, I, Du Chuanchang, vouched with my head, but I didn't do anything except take off their clothes so as not to hide anything?" Du Chuanchang persuaded in a gentle tone that he could only show when he was playing conspiracy, and his voice that suddenly became "soft" made Zhao Yuheng slowly calm down, looking like a piece of wrought iron that had been abruptly heated and slowly cooled.

"Then what do you want to do!" Zhao Yuheng said as he bit his cheek.

"Of course, it's to achieve my goal, young master?" Du Chuanchang waved his hand again, and more sleek women were put up, their number was more than the number of all the women in Zhao Yuheng and Zhao Feiliu's team: "See, this is a routine, but it's not specifically used to humiliate you, you are a prince, or a useless son of King Chongming, not the eldest prince with inheritance power, such a small person, young master, in what way can I humiliate you?" I really want to humiliate you and shove you directly into the torture hall, so that you don't look like a hundred and eighty people!

"What do you want?" Du Chuanchang's reasoning made Zhao Yuheng calm down a little, and he didn't dare to think in a bad direction at all now.

"It's simple, it's just to be a human target of the Holy Sect, fight twenty a day, if you win them all, then, young master, I am not a ruthless person, and it is not impossible to return these three to you, and even, young master, I can give your unconscious young lady some life-saving medicinal materials, anyway, it's not a good thing to be in such a coma, right? Of course, young master, I'm honest, don't lie to you, the twenty people I found for you, the strength is one or two layers higher than yours, it's unlikely that you want to win, and once you lose, then I'm sorry, young master, I've been interested in these three delicate beauties for a long time, to be honest, these three, that's really better than any girl from the Interpretation Sect!"