Quick wear: The host just wants to hug his thighs and show them to pieces

"Dear guests, I will host the last performance. Guests who are willing to come on stage to assist me are invited to come up."

The clown stood in the center of the stage, saluted respectfully, and showed a bright smile to the anxious players below.

When the players heard this, some couldn't wait to jump onto the platform, while others stood hesitant.

"What are you waiting for? Come up quickly."

"But, I always feel very dangerous..."

"You still care about the danger? If you go up, you may die. If you don't go up, you will definitely die if you fail to complete the task. You choose, I will go up first."

The hesitant player heard his words, his eyes gradually became firm, and he stepped onto the platform.

The clown smiled even more when he saw all of them coming up.

He spread his arms and raised them up, making an exaggerated gesture of embracing the sky: "Come, let us sacrifice our souls to welcome the circus master!"

At the same time, countless black balls rolled out of his sleeves, landed on the ground, and rolled to every corner of the tent.

"My Lord, I am willing to sacrifice the soul of my humble servant to come to the world!"

In the Roman Arena, all the "nobles" raised their hands and shouted these strange words.

Yu Yuze's whole body was flooded with black energy. He stood up and said seriously to Song Nan: "Stay here, 'He' appears." After saying that, his figure gradually disappeared, hidden in the invisible black energy.

Song Nan's pupils shrank, his hands were curled up and placed on his thighs, and he sat quietly on the steps and waited.

The woman next to her said strange words over and over again, with a hint of teasing in her voice, as if she knew what would happen next, but didn't care about it happening, or was looking forward to its arrival.

Song Nan frowned. He could no longer bear her words and actions. He lowered his tone and asked, "What are you doing? Why are you shouting this?"

The woman stopped shouting, raised the corners of her mouth slightly, raised her hand as expected, and held his hand irresistibly, as if she wouldn't tell him the answer he wanted to know if he didn't hold it for her.

She pressed her fingertips on the back of his smooth hand and rubbed it gently, with a hint of meaning: "The circus didn't have this activity before. It seems that it was planned by Master Joker after he took over the circus. It's interesting, isn't it? Just shout Just one sentence can make the performance more exciting~"

Song Nan paused, held back his boredom, grasped the key point, and continued to ask: "Take over the circus? The owner of the circus is a clown? Do you know the clown's name? It will be written on the performance ticket, right?"

The woman looked at his excited expression, chuckled, and her movements became more charming and unrestrained: "Who knows? However, I like you so much, I can tell you a little bit."

"As far as I know, there is more than one owner of the circus. Moreover, Mr. joker has no name. He is just a humble slave and does not deserve a name. Well~ If I insist on a name, joker is his name."

Song Nan was stunned and repeated: "No... name?"

"Om~"

Invisible fluctuations spread, and all the black balls dropped by the clown exploded, making funny noises. Then, black mist overflowed, instantly filling the entire circus tent, and then poured out from the tent opening, filling the lower part of the arena.

"Om~"

As if the sound of space trembling reappeared, a black formation slowly emerged from the black mist and floated to the sky above the arena.

The woman's mouth curled up slightly, and she looked at the clown on the stage below with deep disdain: "Everyone in the circus is a slave without identity. Even if the joker replaces the previous circus owner, he is still a lowly person." Slaves are not allowed to have names. What is your name or codename? Joker will give it to you."

Song Nan pursed her lower lip, looking unhappy, looking at the "noble" with uncontrollable disgust in her eyes.Even if he doesn't like clowns, he still thinks they are unreasonable. This inertial concept is too cruel and too overbearing.

The woman noticed the look in his eyes and couldn't help but sneer. She grabbed his hand forcefully, and her long nails dug into the back of his white hands. Red marks suddenly appeared, and even a trace of blood came out.

"Why do you look at me like that! I'm just a slave who doesn't know when he will be sold. What right do you have to look at me and sit here!"

Song Nan frowned, and his eyes gradually turned red due to the stinging pain on the back of his hand.

He secretly gritted his teeth and tried to pull his hand away, but the pulling only caused his nails to embed deeper, and the blood marks also became longer.

"It hurts..." Song Nan couldn't help crying out in pain, and the tears that had accumulated in the corners of his eyes finally rolled down.

The woman stared at his watery eyes, grinning, and a madness that satisfied the desire for destruction came over her heart, driving her to grab his hand harder.

Song Nan frowned, and the pain on the back of his hand gradually spread to his heart due to his special constitution, hitting his mind one after another.

The woman smiled even more, stretched out her other hand and grabbed his delicate face.

A hand wearing a white silk glove appeared quietly and grabbed the woman's arm. At the same time, the magician's gentle voice sounded in her ears: "Guest, sweetheart is our important partner, please don't hurt him."

The woman was shocked, looked stiffly at the magician standing elegantly beside her, retracted her hand, and sneered: "I like this new employee, how can I hurt him?"

Song Nan pursed her lower lip and wiped away the tears rolling down her cheeks. She quickly took the back of her hand out of the woman's hand and put it behind her back.

The white dove fluttered its wings and landed on his shoulder. It tilted its head curiously and stared at the woman with its black bean-like eyes. Then it flew gently up to Song Nan's hand, which was covered with red marks behind his back, and turned into white light. Attach to it and heal these hideous-looking marks.

The magician bowed respectfully to the woman, hugged Song Nan gently, let his forehead rest on his chest, and said softly to the woman: "I'm sorry to disturb you, please continue watching the show."

The woman was stunned, sensing the impatience in the magician's tone. However, before she could speak, he disappeared with the product she admired so much.

Song Nan closed his eyes unconsciously. After his feet stabilized and landed on the ground, he opened his eyes and looked around.

They were still on the steps of the arena, but they had reached the top of the other side. The surrounding "nobles" were also staring obsessively at the black mist-filled circus tent below as if they couldn't see them.

The magician held his hand and looked at the smooth and white back of the hand, which had all the scars removed. There was still an unquenchable feeling of love and chill in his dark eyes.

He frowned slightly and lowered the corners of his narrow eyes, looking a little frustrated: "Sorry, I didn't protect you well. I should have known how attractive you were, and put you among those scum regardless of the danger... I'm sorry. , there won’t be a next time.”

Song Nan paused, retracted his glance around, looked into his pitiful but gentle black eyes, and did not answer directly: "Why do you care about me so much? I was hurt by her, so I can only say that I am not capable enough. It has nothing to do with you, not to mention, you asked me to be an assistant without asking me to contribute, which is already the greatest honor for me, you don’t have to be like this."

The magician's pupils were narrowed, he was always reserved, and his elegant figure seemed a little trembling to outsiders.The smile on his face faded, and he looked downcast. In an instant, he put on that unchanging smile again, but this smile only lasted for a second.

"We... we have been watching you... we have been attracted to you since you appeared. We want to get close to you and take you to play in the amusement park, instead of watching that man... your brother takes you to play, Buy you food.”

The magician frowned and lowered his lips: "According to the rules, we cannot appear before the circus opens, nor can we interfere with the rides. According to our status, we are not qualified to appear in front of you..."

"Joker is the one who has the least self-control. He violated the rules and approached you to help you, which caused fluctuations in power. Later, he even brought you inside and forced you to become a member of the circus... You would not have been crowned. Taking on such a lowly status...I'm sorry to bring you an unpleasant experience."

Song Nan raised his eyebrows and tilted his head, puzzled: "It's not unpleasant. They took me on the safest roller coaster, but I didn't have time to ride the Ferris wheel. I'm quite looking forward to that."

The magician's eyes lit up: "Am I qualified to ride the Ferris wheel with you? I guarantee it will be safe."

Song Nan paused, with a dazed look on his face, and reached out to pinch his cheek, but even if he stepped up, he could only reach his chest. He couldn't help puffing up his cheeks, and snorted angrily.

Seeing his secretly annoyed look, the magician couldn't help but raise the corners of his mouth, with a gentle smile on his lips. He leaned over, reached out to hold his hand, pressed it on his cheek, and pulled gently: "You want to pinch me?" His face?"

Song Nan's face suddenly turned red, and she exerted some force as if to retaliate. Seeing his red cheeks, she let go of her hand and looked away with some shame: "I just can't stand the way you lower your posture."

He coughed lightly and raised his head: "This is punishment."

The magician's pupils trembled slightly, and he chuckled. He took the hand he put down, lowered his head, and kissed her devoutly: "You are very gentle and cuter than expected... Thank you. It's an honor to meet you here."