Kuai Chuan Zhi becomes a boss in the collapsed world

Chapter 135 May I be like a star and a king like the moon

Xiao Ai flew onto Mu Xuan's shoulder, and said worriedly, "Host, this plane is very difficult and dangerous, you have to be careful." ]
Mu Xuan gritted her teeth and said, [Nonsense, can this be easy?You can't use abilities beyond the ancient plane. In this situation, if you want me to start the game, just give away the head. ]
[Hey, no, sister Xiaoxuan is the best~ How could she be defeated by this little difficulty]
Xiao Ai continued, [The host is big, this world can also draw a skill~]
Mu Xuan put her gaze on the five or six-year-old child in front of her, thoughtfully, [Then draw it. ]
Now her spiritual power is sealed, and this body is an ordinary malnourished girl of fifteen or sixteen years old. If she wants to go to this kind of Colosseum, her life is hard to save.

[Ding!Congratulations to the host for winning the lottery, the eyes of the dead, the host can communicate with the dead, in simple terms, the host can drive the ghosts to your use. ]
Ok?This is a surprise, the ancient planes are full of strange powers and gods, Mu Xuan thought.

The lottery is of course not for the five of them to draw. As humble ants for the pleasure of the nobles, they have no chance to choose.

Soon there was that voice again, "The group that played first are the prisoners of the Western Day Camp, Sin Slave 130 and Sin Slave [-]."

With a serious expression on his face, the little official drew his knife and pointed at the old and the young in front of him and said, "You two, yes, it's you two."

The young man in the front and the middle-aged man in the middle both looked ashen, with despair in their eyes. They looked at each other and smiled wryly. Only one of them could survive.

Soon the two walked onto the circular platform in the middle of the fighting arena. Wooden stakes were inserted around the circular platform and connected together with ropes, like a modern underground boxing ring.

Someone threw a few coins from the stands, and said contemptuously: "It's this kind of drama again, I'm tired of watching it, is that beast full today, why don't you let it out to play with these people."

In the stands, there seemed to be some dignified people, most of whom were young men, sitting on the seats and drinking tea leisurely. The person who spoke just now was sitting at the front, and it seemed that his status was not low.

Someone next to him spoke up, "This dark scene is getting more and more boring, they are all useless people, nothing to watch."

Mu Xuan followed the team forward. No. 40 and No. 130 were the first young man in the team and the middle-aged man in the middle. These two men stood tremblingly on the round platform in the center, not daring to dawdle.

The little official lost two daggers, and returned to the rest of the people to guard.

Mu Xuan frowned, and looked at the spectators above without any trace. Before, she could only be sure that these people were from the upper class in ancient times. Now, she can almost be sure that many of these people are relatives of the emperor.

Sure enough, a cynical voice sounded, "Quickly end it."

As these words fell, the two people on the stage showed fear, as if they had received some orders, they picked up the daggers on the ground and killed each other, blood staining the round platform.

The young man on the stage had a desire to survive. When he was fighting to the death with the middle-aged man, he was stabbed in the abdomen and cut the middle-aged man's throat with a dagger.

There was a strong smell of blood, and Mu Xuan saw a gray soul appearing on the fallen corpse on the ground, looked around blankly, but suddenly disappeared on the round platform.

Xiao Ai said in surprise, [Host, this round platform is weird, it seems to eat ghosts! ]
The children in the team suddenly burst into tears, "Daddy...!"

The child dragged the long chain around his neck and was about to rush up the round platform, but was stopped by the guard on the side, who grabbed the chain, like a dog on a leash, and couldn't move forward.

Mu Xuan's body was faster than her thoughts, and she had already stepped forward to grab the child and snatched the chain from the little official.

If the child pulls the chain like this again, he will be strangled to death.

The young man called Slave No. 40 on the stage came down with a knife in his hand. He was gasping for breath, dragging his injured body. His breathing was hoarse and unpleasant like the sound of a broken bellows.

(End of this chapter)