The entire first floor was surrounded by shouts one after another.

In the gladiatorial arena, two figures, one big and one small, have been entangled.

Although Dagang is tall and strong, he can move fast and ruthlessly.

Every move and style all went straight to the fate of the small river, the attacks were intensive, the movements were fast, and there were no flaws.

The first boxing champion in Peking is worthy of his name.

However, it was only a few minutes into the game, and the river was already full of color.

Until Dagang ended a round of attack, taking advantage of the gap, Xiaohe jumped up and started a beautiful round of counterattack.

The battle became more and more intense.

By the time the gladiatorial fight was halfway through, Xiao Heshui was already scarred, and his small face was covered with blood.

Although Dagang was injured, it was not serious.

Although Xiaohe Shui was seriously injured, his face remained unchanged at all, and his eyes were still black, full of stoic tenacity, like the most scorching stars in black, and more like gems shining in the dark night, making people unable to take their eyes off.

Another round of scorching slaughter.

Blood was dripping down her cheeks, and her half-length black hair was messy and sticking to her cheeks.

But she didn't seem to feel the pain, and when she was beaten down, she got up again, again and again, like the weeds that never go out in the field, and more like the rushing and never tired river water.

The battle was fierce, and the noisy screams in the gladiatorial arena gradually slowly subsided, and everyone looked at the two people on the stage quietly, and even their breathing was unbearable.

In the largest private room on the second floor, Zhou Yingying couldn't bear to look at it anymore, so she opened her eyes and whispered: "This little man, it's really pitiful." ”

Only He Liuzhi stared at the people in the gladiatorial arena without blinking, extremely silent.

The peach blossom eyes that have always been smiling, but they are rarely silent at this time, and I don't know what he is thinking.

There are five minutes left until the end of the game.

The hourglass of the countdown slowly falls into the sand without hurry.

But in the last five minutes, Xiaohe suddenly jumped and landed behind Dagang, a beautiful killer.

The small river hit him in the vital point, and Dagang fell to the ground.

Taking advantage of this opportunity, the inch fist fell and made a move to penetrate the meat.

Da Gang's eyes were red, he spat blood, and fought back, and it was another round of life and death fight.

Until the sand in the hourglass fell to the end, Xiao Heshui flexibly dodged Dagang's fatal kill, jumped up expressionlessly, pinched his arm, and pushed backhand with all his strength.

Severe pain hit, Dagang screamed, and with the horn of the end of the battle, he fell to the ground.

And after Dagang fell to the ground, the small river covered in blood finally collapsed on his stomach.

For a moment, the entire gladiatorial arena was silent and suffocated, and it was not until a long time that it erupted into more violent screams and excitement.

"Little river! Small river water! ”

"The river has won!"

The high odds made the outlaw gamblers scream with excitement, and everyone shouted the name of the river hoarsely, as if they were embracing the king of the secret land.

Sheng Chuhe was lying on the ground, panting sullenly and widening his eyes in confusion.

The body doesn't seem to be hers anymore, and the pain is too much, so she can't feel the pain.

She only felt that her body was fluttering, and the scene in front of her was turning rapidly, and then, gradually darkening and hazy.

It's like the movie is about to end, the picture gradually fades out, and the story slowly ends.

Three days ago, the boss called her into the office and said that a financier had spent a lot of money for her to fight a life-and-death fight.

"Are you fighting?"

"Hit."

Be sure to hit.

She survived alone in the mud, either desperately alive or dying a humble death.

Nothing to hesitate about.

After the excitement, the surrounding crowd gradually dispersed, leaving only Sheng Chuhe still lying in place, dizzy and not dizzy.

After some time, she heard footsteps slowly walking towards her.

A tall figure stood beside her, looking at her condescendingly.

The murderous aura in her eyes dissipated, leaving only ignorance and confusion.

Her eyebrows were broken and gentle, and at this time she dissipated all defenses, like a badly injured little animal, licking herself alone in confusion, overflowing with despair.

Sheng Chuhe wanted to see who the person in front of her was, but she was so tired that she completely closed her eyes and fell into a coma.

He Liuzhi stood beside her and looked at her quietly.

On the side was Zhang Baoshi, who was bending over and bowing his head, smiling: "Little Sixth Master, are you still satisfied?" ”

He Liuzhi said lightly: "What's his name?" ”

Zhang Baoshi said with a smile: "Xiaoheshui, he calls Xiaoheshui." ”

He Liuzhi looked at him, and his beautiful peach blossom eyes revealed a coolness that seemed to be smiling but not smiling.

Zhang Baoshi suddenly sensed the danger and hurriedly added: "He...... His real name seems to be what it is called, what is the first river. ”

Lao Li, the driver on the side, glanced at Zhang Baoshi, Zhang Baoshi understood, ordered someone to clear the scene, and then retreated with Lao Li.

Only He Liuzhi and Xiaohe Shui remained, and continued to stay in the gladiatorial arena.

He Liuzhi slowly squatted down and squatted beside the small river.

Her eyes were weakly closed, her cheeks were wet with blood, and her lips were bloody, revealing a sickly bright color.

She lay on the ground, a small lump, and a pair of white jade-like hands were exposed, hanging to the ground.

He Liuzhi stretched out his hand and held her palm.

Small and thin palms, even the joints are not very obvious.

His mind kept flashing back to his stubborn appearance on stage, but the same expression when he blackmailed him that night...... Almost.

After that, he rarely had a good heart, so he was merciful and sent him to the hospital, lest such a beautiful boy die like this.

He Liuzhi bent down, intending to pick up Sheng Chuhe horizontally, but who knew that his hand had just covered her waist when he heard a cold voice behind him: "Let go of him." ”