[Quick Transmigration] is coming!

After this fight, Ziyan seemed to have forgotten about Fengzhen, and never saw his arena by name.

Half a month passed like this, the steward couldn't bear it anymore, and sent Fengzhen to the black market.

Fengzhen is well-known in the warrior circle.

One is that he is the only slave whose master specifically named him to watch the arena.

Second, he killed a black beetle worm in the first round.

Warriors are not slaves, they have a higher status than slaves, and they can leave the government freely when they are not on duty.

Therefore, they know more about the black beetle.

The black beetle, famous for its hard carapace, likes to move in dark and humid places.

Because they are easy to raise and like to tear up food to eat, they are more popular pets in the arena.

A slave trained as Le Nu was able to kill a black beetle worm, which made the warriors curious about Fengzhen.

Fengzhen has been undefeated since it came to the arena, and it is even more concerned about the hearts of some warriors who are addicted to gambling.

In order to create a full-fledged gimmick and grasp the psychology of the warriors, the first black field that the arena steward arranged for Fengzhen was the black beetle worm.

However, this time it was five black beetle worms.

Torches were lit around the arena, covering the arena in a warm yellowish light.

A lot of warriors surrounded the bottom of the stand. They brought some food and wine with them and watched while eating.

When Feng Zhen came out, many people put down their cups and got closer.

"Five black beetle worms!"

A samurai laughed loudly, "This time the steward has suffered a lot of blood."

The steward squinted his eyes and set up a bet.

"Betting to lose or betting to win? You can't let go of your bet..."

"Haha, I lost the bet!"

"lose!"

"lose!"

……

"You all bet on losing, but I don't like to join in the fun, so I'll bet on winning..."

……

Looking at the tall chips piled up on the table, the steward grinned from ear to ear.

Feng Zhen also showed a vague smile when he saw the five black beetle worms released.

Among the five black beetle worms, one of them is smaller than the other four. This is a female worm.

Feng Zhen flicked the dagger on his wrist, with the corners of his lips slanted, and walked towards the female worm.

The samurai saw that the slaves in the field were circling around one of the bugs, and were almost cut in two by the forelimbs of other bugs many times.

Under the watchful eyes of everyone, Feng Zhen caused the mother to become impatient and furious.

It made a low sound like a cow braying, and its jointed limbs were so fidgety that it scraped up the sand.

And at this moment, Feng Zhen drilled into the abdomen of the male worm like he did for the first time in the arena, and pulled out a shiny green gland.

He dodged the attacks of the bugs, and his whole body was dexterous, like a fluttering butterfly.

In the process of avoiding, he squeezed the glands, pretending to be panicked and "accidentally" sprayed all of them on the head of the female worm.

The female worm raised her head high, made a shrill "moo" sound, and then bit at the nearest black beetle worm!

The warriors were stunned for a moment, not understanding why the bugs would kill each other.

It wasn't until the female worm cut the other four worms into pieces and swallowed them again that the warriors came back to their senses.

"Day! What the hell is going on?"

"Bah! Damn it! Steward, refund the money!"

"What is this? Don't the black beetle worms like to eat people? Why do they devour their own kind? Manager, is it your fault?"

……

The steward quickly comforted him.

"Everyone, don't worry! Don't worry!"

"Look, isn't there another bug? The game is not over yet..."

The steward suddenly got stuck.

The ferocious black-armoured worm, which killed four others of its kind and then devoured them, did not attack the only slave present as he had imagined, but lay down to rest as if he had eaten enough. like a statue.

The steward also scolded his mother in his heart.

During the whole process, the slave circled around a few bugs, and his biggest move was to rip one bug's stomach open.

...What's all this about? !

The steward secretly said "unlucky", and returned the chips amidst the protests of the warriors.

In this battle, not only did he not earn a single chicken feather, but he also lost four black beetle worms.

You know, every black beetle worm costs a lot of money, for him who loves money, this is like cutting his heart.

In order to appease the many warriors, on the second night, he released ten black beetle worms this time. Even if the previous situation happened again, so many black beetle worms were enough to last until the end of the situation.

Sure enough, the visibility of this round was much better.

The slaves in the field were chased like bereaved dogs by the black beetle worm, and their bodies were covered with scars and blood.

Although the phenomenon of black beetle worms devouring their own kind appeared again, it was still a complete battle anyway.

Next, in order to make up for the previous loss, the steward let Feng Zhen end every night.

Fengzhen's opponent has changed from a worm to a beast.

In the end, it's people.

One-on-one, the steward thinks it is too simple for Fengzhen.

Such an unsuspecting matchup is not attractive or profitable.

He made a one-on-ten.

One person in the town is against ten slaves.

In this match, the majority of the losers are still in charge.

Because, these ten fighting slaves have been fighting for more than two years, and their winning percentage is also above [-]%.

It can be said that these ten people are the best among Dou Nu.

Having been in the black field for so long, every night is a killing, and his killing is still the fun of the people outside the field, they are discussing and laughing lively outside the field.

He walks between life and death, but others take pleasure in it, turning life and death contests into entertainment farces.

Such a situation caused Feng Zhen's mood to change slightly, and his expression was stained with a trace of bloodthirsty ferocity.

He stared at the ten fighting slaves opposite with his scarlet eyes, tore off a piece of dirty cloth from his body, tightly wrapped the hand that used to hold the dagger, and slowly exposed his white teeth.

The Dou Nu looked at each other, and rushed towards Feng Zhen in an instant.

For Fengzhen, killing insects is easy, but killing people is even simpler.

There was a smile on the corner of Feng Zhen's lips, and the dagger in his hand flew nimbly, drawing a wound on the opponent's body with one attack.

Every wound is calculated, cutting off the opponent's tendons and muscles, making the opponent's hands and legs unable to lift their strength, and completely losing their combat effectiveness.

The ten people were all knocked down by the town. Their injuries looked serious, but the amount of bleeding was not much, and they were not life-threatening.

The clothes on Feng Zhen's body were cut into shape by the daggers in the hands of the fighting slaves. He simply tore off his shirt and pressed it hard on a wound on his chest.

The blood soon soaked through the rough fabric, but he didn't care.

His eyes were heavy, as if they were real, and they shot straight at the crowd around the gaming table.

The steward felt a chill run down his spine, he turned his head abruptly, and only saw Le Shiyi standing in the arena.

Le Shiyi lowered his eyes, still with that dull look, standing there in a daze, not knowing how to move.

With the opponent's tall body, he really looks like a big fool.

The steward shook his head and laughed. When he turned his head, the other party's exposed, well-proportioned and strong chest and abdominal muscles stayed in his mind for two more seconds.

"That row of muscles is beautiful... It's a pity, but the master likes beautiful slaves..."

he thought to himself.

The next day, the steward suddenly received a notice from the master.

From this day on, every three days, the master will come to see Le Shiyi's arena and ask the steward to make arrangements.

The steward was stunned for two seconds, and hurried to find the government doctor to diagnose and treat Fengzhen's wound.

After hearing what he said, the doctor asked uncertainly, "Dou Nu?"

The steward smiled wryly, and cupped his hands again and again: "Exactly. This Dou Nu originally belonged to Le Nuyuan."

The government doctor was stunned.

There was such a person before, who was born in Le Nuyuan, but later he was disliked and relegated to Douyuan. The steward thought that that person would have hope of regaining his favor, so he invited him to go to see him several times.

The government doctor no longer hesitated, picked up the medicine box and followed the steward.

After two months, Fengzhen's highest treatment in Fighting Slaves has returned.

First, the government doctor gave him some ointment for external use, then hot water to wash and wash, brand new short clothes, and finally a meal with meat and vegetables.

Three days later, he saw the "master" again.

This time, there were no guests in the arena stands, only Ziyan.

After getting to Fengzhen to deal with the beasts in the arena, Ziyan asked people to bring Fengzhen up.

Seeing this Dou Nu coming up, he stood there in a daze, and the warrior next to him shouted loudly: "Boldly Dou Nu! Where's your etiquette?!"

While talking, he kicked Feng Zhen's knee.

Feng Zhen fell to his knees according to the kneeling posture he remembered.

A pair of brand-new white boots stopped in his sight, and at the same time, the coughing of the sickly master continued.

Until the other party calmed down, those cold hands touched Feng Zhen's chin and raised his head.

Ziyan's eyes kept falling on Fengzhen's face.

Feng Zhen lowered his eyes, looking submissive.

After a while, Ziyan's thumb suddenly rubbed against the small mole under his left eye a few times.

Only after he didn't wipe it off did he realize that it turned out to be a small bright red mole, not the blood splattered there.

"Cough cough..."

Ziyan coughed a few times restrainedly, and then said, "Raise your eyes."

Feng Zhen raised his eyelids, meeting the eyes of his sick and weak master.

The other party still wore a black iron mask, with a pair of eyes exposed under the mask.

This pair of eyes is slender, hooked inside and warped outside, with a bright divine light, a standard pair of red phoenix eyes.

The sick and weak master lightly stroked Feng Zhen's eyelashes, and said with a cool voice like a piece of ice in the scorching heat, "Are you Le Shi?"

"You are very good, what can I reward you for?"

Everyone could hear the meaning behind the master's words.

He became interested in this Dou Nu, first mentioned Dou Nu's name, and then asked him what kind of reward he would like, at this time, those who knew him would thank the master for his pity, and then beg the master to give him a name.

Giving a name means being promoted from a slave to a servant, which can be regarded as half a master.

but……

The steward at the side looked at Fengzhen sadly, and said in his heart: "This big fool, does he have such a delicate heart?"

At this time, Le Shi's flat voice sounded.

"In the future, I just want to fight with the black beetle worms, and there can be more worms in each match."

The steward choked on a mouthful of blood in his throat, and he hurried to see his master.

Sure enough, the master's pale face turned slightly blue, fearing that the master would choke on the big fool, he quickly pulled Le Shiyi, and reminded in a low voice, "Master is going to let you out of the slave house... ..."

"I'm not going out! It's fine here."

Fengzhen continues to act as a dull slave who doesn't know how to adapt.

Ziyan let go, took out a handkerchief as if he disliked being dirty, wiped his fingers carefully, and then helped the warrior beside him to walk back.

"Since he likes the black armored worms and the arena so much, wouldn't it be a shame to be a mere fighting slave..."

Ziyan clenched his fist against his lips and coughed, resisting the itch rising up in his throat, and then ordered the steward, "Throw him to Zhan San and let him practice hard."

When the steward heard the word "Zhan San", he couldn't help feeling sympathetic to this stupid big man.

He sent his master away, glanced at Feng Zhen pityingly, "Let's go."

Fengzhen was transferred to Zhannuyuan again.

The courtyard of Zhannuyuan occupies a very large area and is magnificent.

The inside is divided into different small courtyards. The war slaves here are full of energy and spirit, and their eyes are bright. They are different from other slaves at first glance.

The steward seemed to be a little apprehensive towards Zhan Nu, he simply handed over Fengzhen at the door, and left in a hurry.

Back at Dou Nu Yuan, the steward was thinking about what to do in the black market at night, when he heard his subordinates come to report.

"Is there a black beetle that devours its own kind?"

The steward pondered, asked carefully about the loss, and was a little hesitant.

There is no one phenomenon in a hundred that the black beetle worm devours the same kind. He probably thinks that this worm has mutated, and maybe it will be advanced into a more powerful worm.

He thought for a moment, sent his subordinates away, and then decided to wait and see for a while before deciding whether to report to the master.