The turtledove was a little confused as to why the beautiful, tall white female slave trainer had to smear herself in dirty mud, and wore a skirt presumably made of tree bark, and a hat about the feathers of a peacock on her head.

Does this really look good?

Or is it that in the eyes of white people, such a dress is closer to the savage, bloody aesthetic?

You can see that she is trying her best to imitate the Indians, but the real Indians are not like her at all.

Indians don't like to dance in a hull, or to step barefoot on a red-hot fire, or to pretend to be naked, in the cold autumn breeze!

Indians also like clean and neat clothes, shoes and thick cotton wool clothes...... Like all white people, Indians are afraid, they are happy, they cry out when they bleed, and they are sad when they weep......

If there was a choice, anyone would choose a warm, well-fed, free, and safe life!

Who doesn't yearn for happiness?

But with such an obvious truth, the turtledove doesn't understand why these white people just don't understand.

The whites just think: Indians like to eat grass, Indians like to wear no clothes, Indians like to be dirty, Indians like to be hungry......

……

The beautiful and tall female slave trainer carried a whip about three meters long in her hand, and she swung it with a rather stretched motion, and the tip of the whip produced a huge sonic boom in the air.

"Smack!"

This crisp sound suppressed all the sounds in the gladiatorial arena.

She raised her head proudly with her back to the iron gates of the prison, and the massive peaks of the mountain fell with her breathing.

She loves to be admired, and when powerful gladiators burst out of the iron gates behind her, she is at her most glorious as a slave tamer - no matter how powerful, slaves will be driven by her whip!

She closed her eyes slightly, silently waiting for the cheers to sound.

That's when she felt herself flying!

She felt like a rag doll being thrown out with all her might, rolling in the air all over the place, rolling higher and higher.

She saw that the crowd on the ground had suddenly become smaller, like dull rabbits;

She also saw the sky rapidly approaching her, as if the next second she would crash into the red cloud;

What was even more surprising was that she also saw the ring-shaped gladiatorial arena beneath her, like a super large bowl.

But she just couldn't hear anything!

The world seemed to be silent, and she felt that she was flying higher and higher, higher and higher, and just like that, she flew towards the boundless white sky.

She had forgotten who she was, where she was, and of course what she was going to do.

Until she forgot everything, she kept flying towards the heights!

……

But in the eyes of the audience in the gladiatorial arena, this is a great opening with a fantasy color!

When the beautiful female slave tamer threw the whip in her hand, a group of gladiators poured out of the iron prison behind her!

These gladiators came in a variety of colors, black, white, and yellow, but without exception, they all possessed muscles that were almost exaggerated.

Humanity is God's greatest masterpiece, and when such a group of gladiators gathers together, the majestic body alone creates a kind of barbaric and all-devouring momentum!

How have the audience ever seen such a wild opening?

The gladiator who rushed to the front took only two steps before approaching the female slave trainer.

Just when the audience thought that the female slave tamer would use the whip in her hand to show everyone a slave taming performance to warm up the scene, they saw that the gladiator at the front unscrewed off the head of the female slave trainer and threw it into the air!

The female slave trainer stood in place before she had time to fall, red blood rushing into the sky like a fountain.

The gladiators who followed it spilled over the headless corpse, stumps and severed arms pouring out of them and flying into the sky.

This......

My God!

What a great work!

What a fantastical opening!

Moreover, behind the gladiators, there were two frightened lions, who, as soon as they exited the gate, roared and ran to the other side.

The melodious accordion and saxophone sounded at this time, and the lights lit up in order to announce the beginning of the performance.

"Good!"

"Wonderful!"

"Unbelievable!"

The audience erupted in thunderous applause and cheers.

Didn't they rush here just to see such a great work with their own eyes?

Isn't it just to enjoy such great cruelty?

Isn't it just to be a part of a brutal and bloody show?

……

"Smack!"

Standing behind the huge transparent floor-to-ceiling glass window, Turtledove suddenly pinched the tall glass in his hand.

Slave revolt?

These four words suddenly came to his mind!

……

After more than 90 days, I saw Hongyun again, but I didn't expect it to be in such a scene.

At this time, where is the red cloud still like when the turtledove first saw him?

90 days ago, Hongyun was like a spoiled wild child, behaving and bold, but still with a simple childishness, in the underground laboratory of the Carlisle Industrial School, Hongyun would vomit with nausea and paralyze on the ground when he saw those miserable test subjects!

But now?

Now Hongyun did not hesitate to screw off the head of the female slave tamer, and greedily bathed in the blood fountain, killing him like a steaming meal!

The red clouds 90 days ago were like unrestrained wild horses, proud to race against the wind, innocent to invite the moon to compete for glory. Don't look at the fact that he is harmonious with everyone in Baishi Castle, it seems that he is neither big nor small, in fact, Turtledove knows that even if he is himself, he is just the same as everyone else in Hongyun's heart - at that time, there are two kinds of people in the world, one is him, and the other is others!

But now?

The row closest to the Colosseum is at least three meters high. Red Cloud stepped closer in a few steps, stood up, grabbed the eaves with his ape arms, flipped his body upward, and flew up like a butterfly.

And then there was a puff of blood mist exploding!

He grabbed an iron rod in his hand, and looked at the black head in front of him, like knocking on a watermelon, knocking it one after another.

90 days ...... He spent a summer in the Colosseum of Fort Laramie, 90 days......

It is said that it took only 7 days for Lucifer to fall from an angel to a demon!

……

It was too far away for the turtledove to hear what Red Cloud was saying.

But the original tsunami-like cheers suddenly turned into a terrible wail when Hongyun climbed into the audience with the gladiators.

People rushed and trampled on each other, and some fell from the audience to the gladiatorial arena, breaking their legs and watching as the two lions approached him.

"Bang!"

The door of the box was pushed open at once, and Gram the fat pig stood panting in the doorway, his huge belly about to burst his belt, and he held on to the door frame with his hand, and said to the turtledove breathlessly:

"Don't worry, Mr. Ikaruga! VIP guests are absolutely safe! ”