On the platform on the second floor, Jin Yuan captures the figures of the two elves, who have been in this world for a while and have been immersed in the unique culture of this place.

Life here is cheap like a plastic flower, blood is flowing, the young man on the side is wearing a white soft robe, he looks at Jin Yuan, and his tone is lazy: "You're not afraid of their pursuit?" ”

"Them?" Jin Yuan turned sideways, her eyes blinked, her beautiful eyelashes tapped in mid-air, she seemed to smile, with a little contempt, "Then, what do you think I should pay attention to?" ”

"Depending on what you mean, you seem ready to go wild here." The boy was suspended in the air, smiling very well, he grabbed a touch of chalk in his hand, and then put it in front of him, and blew hard, the gray-white particles circulated in mid-air, and the light and shadow in the gladiatorial arena became blurred, and the bloody armored knights in the darkness poked their heads out above the sky, and they were silently waving the murder weapon in their hands, and the sharp light split the sky, as if announcing the coming of something.

Jin Yuan was still leaning on the railing, her eyes narrowing slightly, but when the wind and sand swept in, the hostility was shattered and became a dense mass of viscous fluid, which swept around the young man's body like flowing water, and at this time there was only a hole left in her heart, a hole that she didn't know, this kind of hollowness penetrated into the bone marrow, cold to the depths of her soul.

She walks in her own world, and her pace is boring.

"What, you're going to take care of me?"

"This is my place, and I'm in charge." The teenager smiled, in a small margin, and was very polite.

Jin Yuan couldn't feel the emotions surging in this world, she was an outsider, holding a sharp blade and slashing in the time and space in front of her, she didn't know what kind of damage she would cause, like a child, calmly expressing her wishes.

There was no movement of the heavens and the earth, and even the gladiatorial arena was not damaged in any way, but the expression of the manager in the soft robe was rare and serious:

Since there is [Ragnarok], there must be the concept of [God] first, just like the identity of the Imperial Cemetery is established on the body of the Four Kingdoms, Jin Yuan's power point lies in the residence of the [God], she is causing harm to the [Outside the Thing] to the [Outside the Thing], no one knows what the consequences of this so-called will be;

However, for this gladiatorial arena, [God] is a very distant thing, they are all passers-by, and they do not need to be responsible for the long-term development of the moment, as long as they win the bid, complete the project, take the money and leave, who needs to be responsible for the follow-up maintenance of these houses?

Jin Yuan is here to play, and he is about the same;

He's here to listen to the song.

Yes, what does the rise and fall of this place have to do with me.

The soft-robed boy was singing, singing the songs he heard, mostly from the composer, from the troubadour who was deaf and blind in both ears.

There is no doubt that they are all good songs, otherwise he would not have been fascinated by this specially here to listen to the songs, and he would have to sing them repeatedly.

It is true that he is a powerful person and likes composers, but the tragic experience of composers will not lead him to action, after all, such a good song is a parasite that eats the flesh and blood of composers.

Jin Yuan is too, the game she plays needs to be set off by people who abide by the rules.