The gladiators who survived the aftermath formed a circle, trapped Balotelli in the middle, punched, kicked, and bloodied, and by the time they had vented their anger and left the arena, Balotelli was too dead to die.

The gladiators began to search around the arena, even turning over all the tables, chairs and benches on the spectator stage, but they never found their way out. This frustrated discovery made them fall to the ground with a depressed face.

He Jinshui saw that everyone's patience had been almost worn out, so he slowly stood up and walked to the observation platform, and the bearded man Alihan followed him closely. He Jinshui followed Balotelli's gesture and said slowly, "Void Lord, accompany me!"

A red light shone brightly, illuminating everyone's eyes. The big guys suddenly saw hope and rushed to the stage.

He Jinshui paused word by word, raised his head and said: "Friends from all over the world, we have been bullied, shed tears and blood, and finally ushered in a great victory and won personal freedom. He turned around, pointed to the piles of gambling money on the table and said, "Let's divide these ill-gotten gains equally, which can be regarded as compensation for everyone!"

This call was warmly responded to. He Jinshui asked Alihan to divide the mountain-like coins equally according to the rest of the heads, and asked everyone to choose their own and leave. The gladiators rushed forward in high spirits, and the scene was chaotic for a while. Alihan shouted loudly, barely maintaining order, but was still knocked to the ground.

He Jinshui's brows gradually furrowed, but he still quietly let them choose and leave with the loot, and then he found that only Alihan and a short, thin teenager were left by his side. He felt strange and asked, "Taylor, why don't you leave?"

Alihan looked at the void, his expression was full of melancholy, he shook his head slowly, sighed and said: "Those who are in distress have nowhere to be home!" He Jinshui's heart of hatred and hatred of the enemy suddenly rose, and said: "Taylor, you and I have seen each other as before, and we have experienced life and death together. If you don't give up, how about walking together?"

A spark of hope flashed in Alihan's eyes, but it dimmed in an instant, and he shook his head again and said, "I am an ominous person, and I am afraid that I will be implicated in you, so I should fend for myself." ”

He Jinshui snorted and said angrily: "Don't believe in ghosts and gods? My generation is a big husband who stands up to the heavens and the earth, he should do whatever he wants, and he is happy to be revenge, why should he learn from that little woman's coy behavior!"

He patted Alihan on the shoulder and continued, "Brothers should share in blessings and hardships. In the future, whether it is to go up the knife mountain or to the sea of fire, it is my He Jinshui's own choice, and it has nothing to do with others, let alone being implicated! In a word, are you willing or not?"

Alihan was so excited by He Jinshui that his blood surged, and he said categorically: "Okay, if I Alihan don't accompany Brother He to break through the heavens and the earth, I will be a husband in vain!"

With laughter, the two powerful palms clasped together again. At this time, a weak voice sounded in He Jinshui's ears: "Uncle, can I walk with you?"

He Jinshui looked surprised, turned around and looked at the thin young man in front of him. The young man was not tall, with facial features almost the same shape as those of a human, a pair of small horns on either side of the top of his head, and scaly lines on his arms. He was yellow-skinned and thin, and he was rubbing his hands nervously at this time, looking at himself pitifully.

He Jinshui recalled the two shots of this young man in the gladiatorial arena, and the process was very strange:

The first time he struck, he was confronted by a high-level magician. The other party's series of spells instantly sent out towards him, but they all failed inexplicably. He let the magic spell fall on him like a storm, and he seemed to have forgotten to resist. In the end, the poor mage fainted from the mana overdraw, and was dragged out and cut down by the adjutant.

The second shot, his opponent was a barbarian samurai. When the other party rushed over with a horse chopping knife and was about to cut at his head, the young man screamed and squatted down with his head in his hands, muttering something in his mouth, and the barbarian warrior was turned into a popsicle in an instant.

This teenager's only two shots were fluke, and he was rated as C-grade like He Jinshui, the kind of passerby type who would definitely die miserably in the arena.

But He Jinshui always felt that although this young man looked weak, it was actually very not simple, either he was the kind of ruthless man who seemed to be loyal and wise, or he had the same powerful abilities as himself.

He Jinshui coughed, and said with a pleasant face: "Young man, correct you, you should call me eldest brother, not uncle! We are going to lick the blood from the knife and do big things, it is too dangerous for you, so let's go home early!"

"But I don't have a home, I always don't have enough to eat, and I am bullied everywhere I go. He rolled up his sleeves with a sad face and said, "Uncle, look at the scars on my body, these are all beaten." There are also marks on my feet, which were bitten by the nobles' dogs. ”

He Jinshui was furious, and even ignored the uncle in the other party's mouth, he gritted his teeth and said: "You big man is actually afraid to make a move?

"I don't dare! Because every time I resist, people die. My mother said that I was an ominous person, and she didn't want me anymore!" The more the young man spoke, the more aggrieved he became, and tears rained down.

He Jin's blood gushed upward, and he said indignantly: "Where do you live, let's reason with him! Such a well-behaved and lovely son will not be pitied." The young man was so frightened that he shook his head again and again, saying, "If I don't go back, she will kill me." ”

He Jinshui sighed and said, "What's your name, we can't always call you young man, right?" The young man lowered his head shyly and said slowly: "I don't have a name, my mother keeps calling me rotten boy." ”

He Jinshui patted the rotten boy on the shoulder sympathetically, and thought: "It must be a vicious stepmother! Well, it must be so." This thought made He Jinshui's heart of compassion pause, and he finally had the idea of taking him in.

"Rotten boy, your name is so ugly. Let's just do this, I'll change your name, and I'll take your bad word as Lan, how about calling Lance?" Seeing that the other party nodded again and again with gratitude, he smiled and said, "Okay, Lance." Me and your big brother Alihan will go to the end of the world and support justice in the future, it is very hard and difficult, are you afraid?"

Seeing Lance shaking his head again and again, his face was determined. He Jinshui laughed and stretched out his right hand: "Welcome to join!" Lance cried with joy, and jumped directly into He Jinshui's arms. He Jinshui suddenly felt that the other party's body was squeezing himself softly, as if something was wrong.

At this time, Alihan also stretched out his palm and patted him on the shoulder. With a happy look on his face, Lance smirked and followed behind the two.

At this time, a terrible voice floated from not far away: "Bitter, melancholy, no one cares! Don't talk crookedly, come and take me away, I'm going crazy!"