Attunement into fine rules

The iron door slammed shut behind him, isolating everything from the outside world.

The place where the so-called "fighting animals" were held was surprisingly not dark.

There are no lights in the room, but there is a huge transparent glass roof above the head, and the bright sky light pours down from the roof.

And it was cleaned up very cleanly. There was even a vase of fresh flowers on the table. Rows of iron canopy beds were placed on both sides of the room. There was an iron plate on the head of each bed with a number written on it.

Wei Yuan took out the iron plate in his hand and glanced at it. It said "42", and he couldn't help being a little surprised.

Originally, Arabic numerals did not exist in this world, but when he, Wei Lang, Weilu and others were in the mountains and forests, because it was convenient and easy to use, he taught them to use Arabic numerals for counting.

The Human City was built by Wei Lu and others, so it's nothing more than knowing how to use it. I didn't expect that the Demon City would also use this to count.

But think about it, 1000 years have passed, enough to complete several rounds of industrial revolutions.Today is the world of demons. Although human beings are already in decline, useful things will naturally be handed down, and it is normal for culture and technology to merge.

"Hello, number 42."

Just as Wei Yuan was walking towards the bed corresponding to the iron plate, he was stopped by a young man.

This young man was wearing a translucent light purple gauze dress, with fair and smooth skin, a well-proportioned and tall figure, paired peach blossom eyes, a scarlet tear mole at the corner of his eye, a straight nose and red lips, he was quite attractive and attractive.

Although Wei Yuan didn't raise his eyes, but with his spiritual sense released, he had already discovered that there were five people living in this cell.

One is a strong man more than two meters tall, the other is a middle-aged man with no nose and tattoos on his face, the other has a bald head with longer hands and feet than ordinary people, and the other is a woman with a cold face and a scar on her face.

The four of them only glanced at Wei Yuan when he walked into the prison, and then turned away, showing no interest at all.

Then there is the handsome young man who stopped Wei Yuan right now.

At first glance, he is not a serious person.

Wei Yuan stood still, this young man obviously knew his own advantages, and he was not hesitant to exude charm. He brushed his black hair at the sideburns towards Wei Yuan, and the charm was ready to come out: "Do you know the rules here?"

Wei Yuan shook his head.

"Actually, there is only one thing, the weak obey the strong." The young man smiled, showing his white teeth, "I don't know how you came here with your physique and appearance. But obviously, you are the weakest here people."

"So, you must obey me. Clean the room, wash the clothes and fold the quilt, all of which will be done by you."

It didn't sound like a difficult task, Wei Yuan nodded: "Okay."

The newcomers sent over would generally raise objections to this assignment, and the young man was ready to give Wei Yuan a lesson, but he didn't expect the other party to accept it without any resistance.

It's pretty good.

"Look at you dirty, go to the bathroom to wash first."

Since there was no need to bother, the young man grinned, ignored Wei Yuan, and walked to Scar Woman's side.

The scar girl casually put her hand into his gauze to caress, he knew the scar girl's hobby, and lay down in front of her knee as obediently as a lamb.

The bathroom is separated by a wooden board. Wei Yuan took a towel and walked in, and found that there was a stool, a comb, a soap, and a faucet that could be used as a shower.

Of course hot water is not to think about.

The sound of rushing water sounded, and the beautiful young man glanced in the direction of the bathroom, and said coquettishly to the scar girl and the others: "You people, you don't have enough at night. They are not able to bear it recently, do you want to let the newcomer share?"

"That kind of guy?" The bald man on the side showed a disdainful expression, "Since you have someone to help you with chores, it's almost enough."

The beautiful young man bit his lower lip, a little unwilling, and continued to smile: "That's not the way to say it. Although he looks ordinary, he is still young at first glance, and he is a baby. Compared with a familiar scum like me, It's astringent and tender. Thinking of him crying and resisting like a kitten, it must have a different flavor."

The handsome young man had a good eloquence. Originally, the rest of the people had no interest in Wei Yuan, but following his description, they all changed their minds and gradually felt an itch.

At this moment, the sound of rushing water in the bathroom stopped, and the young man came out of the bathroom with his half-wet long hair loose.

The five people looked at Wei Yuan at the same time. At this moment, his hair was all combed back, revealing a delicate face with drooping eyelashes.

Although it is not very good-looking, it is still eye-catching.

Humans on the Colosseum side are always straightforward. The strong man got up first, stood opposite Wei Yuan like a majestic mountain, and said in a rough voice: "Hey, take off your pants."

The girl with the scar stroked the smooth flesh under the young man's gauze, and seeing the strong man pulling out the head, she thought it was a pity in her heart, and couldn't help but pinch it hard.

The young man let out a low cry, his eyes were like water, and he glanced at the scarred girl with anger and shame.

In fact, when Wei Yuan was taking a bath before, he had heard the conversations of these people only through a thin layer of wood.

I think it's kind of funny.

He has such an ordinary appearance now, he never expected that there are still people greedy for his body.

"I heard that the rule here is that the weak obey the strong?"

Wei Yuan raised his eyes and looked at the majestic man like a mountain. His eyes were like emeralds in white mercury, dark and clear.

"Yes, yes." The strong man looked at him like this, as if his soul didn't belong to him, and his tongue stuttered.

"So, where do you rank here?" Wei Yuan asked again.

The soul of the strong man was still not possessed, he said in a daze, "Second."

Wei Yuan nodded: "Very good."

As soon as the words fell, Wei Yuan's hand brought out an afterimage, hitting the strong man's strong abdomen.

The strong man didn't react at all, he only felt a sharp pain in his abdomen, and then he let out a cry of pain, and subconsciously bent over and curled up, his eyes were wide open in disbelief, and he looked at Wei Yuan at the same level.

Immediately afterwards, Wei Yuan pressed his broad shoulders like a cow, and pushed the strong man directly on his back to the ground with a bang, locking his throat with one hand.

A series of movements are like flowing water, and the strong man has no room to resist.

"Do you still want to see me take off my pants?" Wei Yuan approached the strong man and whispered.

The voice was clear and pleasant, but the strong man couldn't raise any evil thoughts, and cold sweat broke out on his forehead.

In the Colosseum, strong men are also experienced and powerful, with both strength and vision.

Even if it was a sneak attack, not many people could knock him to the ground in one fell swoop.

What's more, like now, he is completely controlled.

That hand was locked between his throat like an iron hoop, and the strong man had no doubt that Wei Yuan could sever his own throat with just a little force.

The burly man's throat moved, and he forced a dry smile and said, "I, I have said the rules here, the weak obey the strong... I, how dare I. Now you ask me to take off my pants, and I can do whatever you want. "

"Sorry, I'm not interested in you." Wei Yuan let go of the strong man's throat, stood up and looked at the remaining four people, "Who else wants to compete?"

The bald man didn't dare to look at Wei Yuan, and lowered his head.

He is no match for the strong man, let alone challenge Wei Yuan who defeated the strong man, it is undoubtedly asking for humiliation.

The pretty young man glanced at Wei Yuan evasively, biting his fingernails lightly, feeling his heart pounding.

Hey, he tried to pull No. 42 into the water just now. Did No. 42 hear it?

The woman with the scar looked at Wei Yuan, her face was still cold, but there were two clusters of flames in her eyes.

Only the middle-aged man without nose and tattoo remained silent, grabbed his weapon——

Two-handed weapons, two machetes.

It is impossible for him not to stand up. After all, in a cell, there can only be one strongest person.

Just like the battle of the wolf king of the wolves, the battle of the leader of the lions is inevitable.

Seeing this, the strong man who was let go scrambled to the side.

With both hands empty, Wei Yuan saw the middle-aged man's body like a ghost, with a dark red light on the blade, attacking him silently.

His fighting posture is very familiar, it is exactly the combat moves he taught Wei Lang, Wei Hu and others, but the moves are incomplete, and some improvements have been made for the use of weapons.

Wei Yuan was amazed in his heart, and he was not busy beating the middle-aged man, but had a serious fight with him.

"Shannv, you said No. 42 and the boss, who will win?" the beautiful young man looked at Scarnv and asked in a low voice anxiously.

"We're going to have a new boss soon." The scar girl replied, glancing at the handsome young man, "Are you afraid of being settled by the queen?"

The pretty young man let out a small "hmm".

"Don't worry, even if he wants to settle accounts with you, you can pay with flesh." The scar girl pulled the corner of her lips, "After all, here, you are so easy to use, who can refuse you?"

Hearing what the scar girl said, the young man looked at Wei Yuan's figure moving back and forth in the dark red light of the sword, and felt a little fascinated.

Wei Yuan went through dozens of moves with the middle-aged man, until the opponent began to perform the same moves back and forth, and then he elbowed the middle-aged man's wrist, causing the scimitar in his left hand to fly away.

Immediately afterwards, he stretched out his two middle fingers, grabbed the other dark red blade, and asked aloud, "Who taught you martial arts?"

The middle-aged man only felt that the scimitar in his hand was clamped by iron tongs. After pulling it out, he couldn't move half an inch, so he knew that there was a huge gap between himself and Wei Yuan.

"Family biography." The middle-aged man replied sadly, "I admit defeat in this battle."

Wei Yuan was a little disappointed when he heard the words, and let go of the blade between his fingers.

family heirloom.

In other words, this person should be a descendant of Wei Lu and the others.

However, he didn't know what crime he committed, his nose was cut off and his face was tattooed, so he couldn't tell the features of his facial features.

The middle-aged man put away the scimitar, bowed solemnly to Wei Yuan, and then retreated.

Immediately afterwards, the strong man, the woman with the scar, the bald man and the handsome young man introduced themselves one by one, saluted Wei Yuan, and acknowledged his position as the leader.

Respecting the strong here is not just talking.

"Do you know Mo Sha Jing?" Wei Yuan asked while sitting on the soft bed that the pretty young man had tidied and patted.

"I know, this is one of the four palaces of the Demon Emperor in the human world, but the Demon Emperor doesn't come and live often, and the Demon Commander guards and takes care of it every day." The bald head showed a picture in front of the new boss, and quickly answered, "The Demon King is here. Located in the center of the palace, the palace of the Demon Emperor is very tightly guarded."

Wei Yuan nodded: "Then what happened to the tree at the gate of the palace?"

The strong man glanced at Wei Yuan and thought, the boss must have been arrested from outside, right?

Why don't you even know this.

However, under the pressure of absolute strength, he did not show any doubts at all, and replied enthusiastically: "That is the immortal tree, which was left by the immortals before they were driven to the Kunlun Wuguixia. There are four trees in total, corresponding to the four demons. Shajing."

"It can filter the devil so that ordinary humans on the surface will not mutate. At the same time, only humans can cause it to cause damage."