Sun City is traded with gold and silver, which is the same as Kyushu, but Kyushu has copper coins, but this Sun City is not called copper coins, but called sun money, in fact, it is similar to Kyushu, but the sun money is printed with the sun mark.

Although Nonov was eager to beg Xu Qingfeng to hire him, the price of the employment was left to Xu Qingfeng to decide.

Xu Qingfeng felt more and more that Nonov was a smart person, and if he asked the employer to set the price, he would not give up hiring him because the asking price was too high, and if the employer bid too low, and the employer would be stingy, it would be very shameless to say it.

This is actually a gamble, and it is still a test of vision.

Nonov is betting that a young man like Xu Qingfeng will definitely not be so stingy, that kind of old person, Nonov will definitely not do this, but then again, like that kind of old person, Nonov will definitely not beg.

Nonov was undoubtedly right, and Xu Qingfeng is also not the kind of stingy person.

The employment price given by Xu Qingfeng is ten sun dollars a day, you must know that when Xu Qingfeng was mistaken for coolies in Linhai City, those coolies only earned a maximum of twenty yuan a month.

After the slave monk on the dueling platform killed the Flame Lion, he was not replaced, but remained on the stage.

Xu Qingfeng asked, "Why hasn't this person gone down, hasn't he already defeated that flaming lion?"

Nonov just showed a look of disdain, but suddenly remembered that he was now hired by Xu Qingfeng, and nodded and said busily: "Master, have you forgotten? I didn't say that as long as you enter this gladiatorial arena, it is impossible to be rescued, this slave of the Sochiv family, the only choice now is to die in this gladiatorial arena." ”

Xu Qingfeng really felt a little helpless about Nonov, calling himself master, but when he heard the subordinates next to him dressed up and also called their masters master, he was a little surprised, probably this is the honorific title of the foreigner to the superior!

"Then why did this slave choose to duel with these monsters?"

"Sir. Nonov was a little dissatisfied with Xu Qingfeng asking such a stupid question, "Who doesn't want to live one more day, besides, this slave has been controlled, and he can't help himself." ”

Xu Qingfeng nodded, no wonder this slave monk would be so obedient, it turned out that he was controlled, but he disagreed very much with Nonov's words of living one day at a time.

Knowing that the day is precarious, but still living secretly, if he survives and can do something, such as secretly accumulating strength and escaping from this gladiatorial arena, then it is understandable, but in order to live for one more day or a few hours, Xu Qingfeng is really sad for these monks.

Xu Qingfeng turned his head to Nonov and said, "The gladiatorial arena should not be able to control these monks from committing suicide!"

Nonov looked at Xu Qingfeng in surprise, he didn't know why Xu Qingfeng had this question, but he still replied: "I can't control it, but these slaves don't want to die." ”

"Why?"

"Because, the gladiatorial arena promised that if these slaves won ten games in a row, they would be freed. ”

Xu Qingfeng sneered: "Has anyone ever succeeded?"

Nonov shook his head and whispered, "It seems that no one has ever succeeded." ”

Xu Qingfeng sneered again: "These slaves, as you said, are really damned. ”

Nonov immediately showed a happy look, but when he saw Xu Qingfeng's gloomy face, he said carefully: "Master, why do you say that?"

Why?

Xu Qingfeng sneered secretly, and gave up the only hope of washing away his humiliation for a little ethereal hope that would never exist.

Never trust others, rely on yourself for everything.

Both the mother and the Samsung real person have said this.

Xu Qingfeng said gloomily: "If it were me, I would either die with the people in the gladiatorial arena, or kill myself immediately, leaving the gladiatorial arena empty of people and money." ”

Nonov looked at Xu Qingfeng in amazement, and then shivered, he found that this young man, who seemed to be kind and spoke stupidly, suddenly became terrifying, and since he dared to say this, maybe he dared to really do it.

"Boom, boom, boom!"

The sound of gongs in the gladiatorial arena sounded again, signaling that a new duel was about to begin.

The slave monk who sat in the corner of the dueling table also stood up, moving his body and preparing for a new challenge.

"Boom!"

Suddenly, there was a tremor throughout the arena, and the protective shield of the entire dueling arena was shaking.

"Roaring ......"

The roar of a flaming lion, a thousand times louder, came from the other side of the dueling table.

Before the shadow of the beast appeared, the slave monk's face instantly turned pale, and he completely gave up the action of facing the battle, but rushed to the shield of the dueling platform, flapping desperately, trying to escape from the dueling platform.

Nonov's face turned pale, but instead of being frightened, he was remorseful.

"Damn, damn it, if I wait until this game to bet, I won't lose all my net worth, obviously I have already calculated, I need to bet on every pair, why am I so anxious......"

Xu Qingfeng was wondering why the slave monk had such a panicked reaction, but he found that a desolate beast had already walked out of the dueling platform.

Why do you say that this beast is walking, and it is still a beast of desolation?

Because this beast is hundreds of feet high, almost as tall as a gladiatorial arena, and is tightly bound by two iron chains thick as the wrists of adults, and can only move slowly.

The beast looked a little like a lizard, but it was thousands of times larger than the iron-clad pangolin, and it had two pairs of huge wings on its back, but the wings were also tightly bound by chains.

The beast slowly walked up to the slave who was desperately flapping the shield, lifted his front feet, which were several feet long, and gently pressed down on the slave monk.

The slave monk didn't even make a sound, but was trampled into pulp by the beast, and then the chains that bound the beast began to drag back, and in the roar of the beast, dragged the beast back again.

In less than ten breaths, the duel ended cleanly.

Sure enough, as Xu Qingfeng thought, the gladiatorial arena would definitely not let this slave monk continue to win until he won ten games in a row and became a free body.

Nonov hadn't woken up from his remorse, and still said to himself: "Why didn't I expect it to be a dragon, this time it will be a dragon!"

"Dragons?"

Xu Qingfeng heard Nonov say the name of this fierce beast, and he was a little dumbfounded, this is also called a dragon?

It's just that a fierce beast that is a little bigger than a lizard is called a dragon, and it also has a pair of wings, if you insist on being called a dragon, it can only be a flying dragon!

It is said that dragons give birth to nine sons, and this flying dragon should be the descendants of those dragons and other ethnic groups.