After chatting a few words, Zheng Bin and He Xiangshu walked inside, the Colosseum was very large, and the periphery was a small entertainment, cockfighting crickets and the like, inside, it was amazing.

The grandstand about 50 meters high, the design is very clever, in a semi-arc shape, there are three floors, each layer has 30 compartments, the compartment is very large, can accommodate 100 people, and there is only one railing in front of it, which is convenient for people to watch the fight below.

The first floor is the princes, grandsons and nobles of the family, the second floor is the children of the official eunuchs, and the third floor is the commoners.

The closer you go, the louder it becomes, with screams and shouts of joy.

Determining the identity of the prince of the king's mansion, Yang Shu was taken to the best viewing compartment on the first floor.

The gladiatorial arena below had just finished a fight, and it was obvious that the tiger had won, and the brains that burst out on the ground were really eye-catching.

A short time later, the small door opened, and a dirty slave was kicked in.

The crowd erupted again, and they stared intently below.

Yang Shu swept over the flushed faces, only feeling pathetic.

Zheng Bin had been to the Colosseum, but had never stepped into this bloody place, listening to the roars of fierce beasts and the screams of people, her face turned white in an instant.

"It's really slow, don't you want to run?"

Yang Shu pulled Zheng Bin into his arms and said viciously.

"Shizi."

"Good!"

He Xiangshu's words were interrupted by Yang Shu, and his eyes stared down excitedly.

Holding Zheng Bin's waist, Yang Shu rubbed Zheng Bin's shoulder with his face almost frantically, and his excited eyes were red.

He Xiangshu didn't dare to speak again, for fear that Yang Shu would become angry and push Zheng Bin down.

How could a defenseless thin man deal with a hungry tiger, he didn't hold it for 60 seconds, and his leg went into the tiger's mouth.

"That guy is getting mad and crazy."

Next to Yang Shu, a young brother said.

"I didn't believe him when I said he was a good man before, but now, I completely believe it, look at the tooth marks on his neck, our Yang Shizi is very rough."

"Be quiet, Yang Pifu is not dead yet, we can't afford to provoke Yang Maniac."

"Just like him, let alone sending it to the barracks, even if it is sending the fairy nest, it is also a waste."

The group of sons laughed, and their eyes did not hide their disdain.

From a distance, the scene was loud, and they didn't worry about Yang Shu hearing it.

"You'll have to leave early, lest you bump into him."

"The person next to Madman Yang seems to be He Xiangshu." Brother Yi frowned and said, "With his temperament, how can he stay with Crazy Yang?" ”

"I know a little bit about this, he took a fancy to Zheng Bin, but Zheng Bin made Yang madman take a fancy to him, if he didn't stare at it, he could be killed by Yang Maniac that night."

"What night, Madman Yang didn't dare to be presumptuous in the house, and he vented his anger outside."

"This kind of scum, it's really dirty to look at it more."

The person who spoke turned his gaze to the gladiatorial ring, "This tiger is full, it's time to get a new head, and that paw is swinging down, lazy." ”

Picking up the bell, the young man shook it.

Hearing the sound of the bell, the steward passed, and not long after he came out, the tiger in the gladiatorial arena changed.

Yang Shu's smile widened, the most cruel and terrifying has always been the same kind.

After waiting until the end, Yang Shu left satisfied.

Zheng Bin returned to Rongchang Mixing, took a sip of water, and she held down her trembling hand.

"Shaodong, He Jie's is here." The steward said.

Seeing Zheng Bin nodding, he brought people up.

"This is what Childe asked me to give you, and today, I frightened you."

He Jie put the brocade box on the table, bowed, and retreated.

After a while, Zheng Bin opened the brocade box, and inside was a sharp knife.

Zheng Bin snapped the box shut, and his anger rose, who sent the knife when people were frightened!

Picking up the pen, Zheng Bin kept writing three pages.

Yang Shu looked at the letter, the corners of his mouth twitched wildly, Zheng Bin, a white and tender girl, could scold so dirty.

The point is that it's not dirty.