Earthlings, you were broadcast live! [Entertainment]

When Zhao Shuning woke up, he found that his whole body was in pain. He remembered that he startled the horse inexplicably in the crew, and then was led by the horse to run wildly. Finally, he seemed to fall off the horse's back.

He quickly checked his hands and feet, and found that there were no fractures, but some places were scratched and painful.

A gleaming spear suddenly raised his chin, Zhao Shuning was forced to look up, and found a general in armor standing in front of him, looking at him arrogantly: "Slave, give up and run away, you have already been killed by us." Got it."

If he could show his expression at this time, a huge question mark would definitely appear above Zhao Shuning's head.

"Slave? I don't know what you're talking about." Zhao Shuning said as calmly as possible, "I'm not a slave. What kind of place is this?"

The general frowned, looking at his expression as if looking at a lunatic: "This is the satellite Vornia, the most famous black market live broadcast city in the Milky Way. As a slave, you escaped from the live broadcast site, and the most severe punishment awaits you. punishment."

Zhao Shuning found that he was still wearing Liu Bingji's costume. He deliberately showed off his exquisitely decorated and high-end materials: "Look at what I'm wearing, how could a slave wear such clothes."

"Stop quibbling, you knocked out a nobleman who was watching the live broadcast, took off his clothes, and ran away on his horse. These were all recorded in the live broadcast." Picking up Zhao Shuning like a cat, the galloping horse galloped Zhao Shuning out of the woods.

Zhao Shuning was lying on the horse, almost throwing up from the bumps all the way, so he still didn't forget to observe the surrounding scenery. When he came out of the woods, it was a golden grassland. All the grass blades here were golden, dazzling in the sun. .Further forward is a wide river with a very deep channel. The stone bridge is built on a high cliff, and the river roars in a low-lying place of more than 20 meters.

After crossing the bridge, there is a small moat. The towering city gate is opened, and the drawbridge is lowered by people so that horses can pass through.The city gate is as high as a ten-story building, and the height of the surrounding walls is even more conceivable. Zhao Shuning thought that it was impossible for a film crew in Yancheng Film and Television City to have a rich and powerful crew to create this series of realistic scenes. Resignedly, I felt that I might really have time-traveled.

At this time, the Kepler star's live broadcast platform was in chaos, because the screen of the "Gold Medal Team is Nurtured by You" program, which had been broadcast live all the time, suddenly went black, and then it could no longer be connected.

In the backstage central room of the website, Lawrence yelled at the system with a walkie-talkie: "Papillon, Papillon, can you hear me? Please answer!"

Without any response, Papillon and his portable system seemed to be swallowed by the black hole of the universe, and a terrible silence enveloped the entire central control room.

A staff member raised his head and said: "The live broadcast signal may have been intercepted, and they may have crossed channels."

Lawrence fell into silence. After a long time, he said to everyone: "Keep this news secret, and find a way to fix it as soon as possible. The others will take the spaceship with me to find the culprit who intercepted the signal."

Zhao Shuning didn't know that he had encountered a bug in the live broadcast instead of time travel. He was just very pessimistic about his prospects. He was first taken to a place similar to the Colosseum in ancient Rome, and then locked in a small room on the first floor. in the cell.

It's one of those super-shallow cells you see a lot on TV, but when you're in it, it doesn't feel so good.

Some straw was spread on the ground, which was dirty and messy. A slave in a short white jacket was lying on the ground. One of his hands had been cut off, and the wound had not been treated well. A few flies circled around him.In addition, there were two slaves in the same attire sitting beside them, looking listless.

Zhao Shuning was also forced to put on a short white jacket for slaves, but apart from the bruises on his hands and feet, his exposed skin was fair and smooth, and he didn't look like a slave should. It is also strange that the general who arrested him was not persuaded, and no one seemed to believe that he, who did not look like a slave at first glance, was not a slave.

"You were also arrested?" Zhao Shuning asked.

A young slave with a black crew cut replied: "We are all slaves who signed a life-and-death contract and came to Volnia to participate in the black market live broadcast. A pension for the family."

"Since it's so dangerous, why do you want to sacrifice your life?"

Another tall and burly slave gave him a blank look: "Look at your unearthly appearance, which noble house was framed, right? There are only three kinds of slaves who came to Volnia: The poor, the criminals, and the losers in the noble struggle."

Zhao Shuning nodded slightly, and vaguely acquiesced to this identity. After all, when he came to a place with an unfamiliar world view, he had to hide his identity as an alien who did not belong to this world, or he might die of ignorance soon.

"My name is Zhao Shuning, what are your names?" Zhao Shuning showed a friendly smile, "Meeting is fate, why not make friends."

"Hmph, naive guy." Although the tall slave had disdain on his face, he still gave his name. "My name is Quinny. I hope you can live to see the sun tomorrow."

"It's really a good wish." Zhao Shuning replied calmly, "I also wish you peace all the time."

"The sun rises every day, but the gods have abandoned Volnia." The skinny young slave stood up, wiped off a few straws from his buttocks, and walked lazily to the iron window, beckoning Zhao Shuning to look out, "My name is Lance, welcome to hell."

The small iron window was filled with the faces of two people approaching. From here, you can see the scene inside the Colosseum.

It is really a retro building almost the same as the Colosseum in ancient Rome. Of course, its scale is even larger. The towering stairs are full of people with crazy expressions, and the two rows of luxury boxes on the top floor are even more magnificent. Seated dignified guests.

A tiny slave stood in the middle of the huge arena, holding a rusty iron sword in his hand, trembling non-stop - originally he was the size of a beetle from such a distance, but when fighting Huge LCD screens were installed in all four directions of the animal farm, and a close-up of his face was being broadcast live on it—a young man who seemed to be only in his early 20s, with a sallow and thin face, sunken eye sockets, and a look of panic and fear. There are spider web-like camera tracks spread over the Colosseum, and countless miniature cameras are capturing what happens in any corner of the arena.

The loudspeaker amplified the sound in the venue ten times, and after hearing the "clang" sound, a tall iron door was slowly opened from bottom to top in the camera.

The ten-meter-high giant gate behind the iron gate is like the mouth of a dormant monster, ready to swallow something dangerous.Immediately afterwards, with an earth-shattering roar, a five-meter-high giant insect that looked like a longhorn slowly crawled out of the door opening.

The slave trembled for a while, then turned around and ran away.

The giant worm was still crawling slowly, but when it saw the slave start running, it crawled towards him at a fast speed.

"Kill him! Kill him!" Deafening roars came from everywhere in the auditorium, and everyone was eagerly looking forward to the death of a life.

Finally, the giant worm caught up with the man, slapped him to the ground with its forelegs, and stepped on it with its other two legs.

There was a crisp "click" sound from the loudspeaker, and Zhao Shuning knew that this person's two leg bones might have been broken.He mustered up his last courage, raised his rusty iron sword and slashed at the giant worm, but the black shell of the giant worm was extremely hard, and the sword made a "jingling" sound when it was cut on it, just like cutting on pig iron. generally.

The worm lowered its head, stretched out its long mouthparts, and passed the slave through his chest in one fell swoop. Amidst his shrill screams, the giant worm bit his head.That creepy chewing sound amplified ten times over the loudspeaker.

The auditorium seemed to be in a frenzy. Some people threw down their wine glasses and shouted: "Kill this trash! Get another slave!"

At this time, there was a sound of unlocking the door of the small cell, and a cold voice said from outside: "Slave Zhao Shuning, get ready to go on stage."

The author has something to say:

Crying, the collection is only a few short, I didn’t make up this week’s tweet, so sad

If you like it, please add this article to the collection >_

Because I am very sad, so I want to let myself go to fight and kill, huh (ˉ(∞)ˉ)chirp

But don't worry, it's still a sweet article, don't abuse the protagonist, and the next chapter will appear

The copy of the ancient Roman Colosseum is messed up, allowing the protagonist to develop feelings in an extreme environment