How to survive by dressing as a villain male

"Om-"

On the oval field, the bells and drums worth a thousand dollars rang, which meant that the horn of the arena was sounded.

The annual arena is one of the indispensable games for the princes and nobles of the Zerg every year.

As the name suggests, the arena mainly focuses on the word "fight", which is divided into two types, fighting with humans and fighting with animals.

Royal officials and nobles often take out the slaves they are most proud of this year on this day. Dozens of slaves who can be said to be the best insect slaves in the insect kingdom are sent here. one.

If a slave in the arena wins No.1, the owner of the slave will have great face. In the past, there were many Zerg officials who were as big as sesame seeds, and they made great progress by training a powerful slave.

A deformed and disgusting game that accumulates pleasure and excitement with innocent lives.

Zhou Ci stood on the high platform with his two elder brothers, and beside him was the Xionghuang sitting on a gorgeous wide high chair. The most senior ministers could stand on the platform with them, and the rest were not eligible to share the stage. , a low platform not far away.

"...will he, really, be leaving today?"

The little prince lowered his eyebrows, the corners of his eyes and the ends of his hair were icy cold, he was playing with a gold leaf rose that was given to him in July that day, his blue eyes were heavy.

Since coming here, Zhou Ci only greeted the Zong Huang, and no one paid attention to the rest. His two brothers seemed to want to say something to him, but in the end they were worried about disturbing Zhou Ci, so naturally no one dared to touch him. Mildew.

"It's likely to be like this, host." The system checked the data: "His willingness to rebel is 80.00%, so the probability that he will return to the old department with his subordinates today is 80.00%."

"What is the time point in the original book?"

"...uh, [-] percent."

"..."

Zhou Ci stopped talking, and sighed silently. He also hoped that nothing would go wrong, and wanted to raise the willingness of July to the full value, so that on the one hand, he could ensure that the plan was thorough, and on the other hand, he had roughly completed the task, but this For a while, no matter what he said or did, the young man would just look at him silently with silent eyes, and he would not move if his will was worth life or death.

He could sense that July seemed to be worrying about something, but what was it.

The opening of the arena is generally chosen in the afternoon in order to be more exciting and solemn. The red setting sun seemed to ignite a fire in Zhou Ci's green eyes, adding a warm tenderness to his coldness.

Like a perplexed and tame little animal who is addicted to the world and knows nothing, there is a trace of innocence that is not separated from the world.

Jin Bo walked to the side of Zhou Ci who was looking at the red sun at the mast, and raised his chin to admire the picturesque future female princess. Well... the word concubine seems inappropriate, but the first thing he thought of was this word out.

He has always loved beauty, good wine, fine jade, delicious food...beauties, but it's a pity that he will not be lucky enough to meet this beauty in his life.

"Mr. Major General, what are you thinking..." Jin Bo's voice was deliberately lowered, becoming dull and charming. Those who didn't know it thought that the two of them were having a private meeting in Yaotai.

Zhou Ci frowned all of a sudden, and said with a sneer, "What the major general thinks should not be important to General Jin Bo. General Jin Bo seems to be very confident in his slaves. Don't go home crying later."

What he said is not unreasonable. The slaves who come to this arena to participate in the fight are among the best slaves. The painstaking efforts spent on them over the years are comparable to buying several capital houses. But only one came out of the arena, and the rest were naturally dead, so the three rules of the arena: don't be annoyed, don't make trouble, and don't scratch.

That is, no anger, no mischief, no obstruction.

Jin Bo smiled nonchalantly, he wanted to make Zhou Ci happy, firstly, he could seek credit from the Empress later on, secondly...

He thought for a while and said: "...Major General, it's better than this." His eyes fell on the rose in Zhou Ci's hand: "If your slave wins later, I will help you, and I will give it to you again." That heart slave fills up an army,''

He blinked at Zhou Ci who looked suspicious, his golden eyes were shining brightly: "If I win, will you give me this rose? How about it? It's a good deal."

Zhou Ci frowned reflexively and moved her rose away a little, lowered her head and thought for a while: "You can do whatever you want, but this rose doesn't—"

"Forget it then." Jin Bo shrugged, pretending not to care and hiding a smile.

This bet is harmless to him. After all, no matter whether the bet is made or not, he will transfer the army to the queen. It's the cheapest flower, and I don't know how the Empress of his family has the nerve to give it away...

What's more, he didn't believe that his female queen couldn't even beat these Luo Luo.

The purpose is just to boost the interest of this beauty, he doesn't like to look at beautiful faces with frowning faces.

Zhou Ci was extremely hesitant in his heart. Jin Bo's proposal just stepped on his pain point. Now the July uprising rate has stagnated at [-]%, and he has done almost everything he can do by using his status as prince and major general. This army. ...Perhaps it is the key to success in July?

He dared not ignore the one-in-a-million possibility.

What's more, he was 100% sure that Qiyue would survive this arena.

Zhou Ci reluctantly handed the flower to Jin Bo, who was full of smiles, with a feeling of resignation: "...That's a good deal, and you can't go back on your word."

Jin Bo wanted to laugh when he saw Zhou Ci's appearance, but Rose looked at it carefully for a while, and found that the gold leaf was also cheap, from head to toe, it was an ordinary gadget that could not be more ordinary. The meaning is so strong that it almost flows out.

Zhou Ci: ...?

Dead golden retriever, if you dislike it, return it to me!

Man|Beast's fight, everyone's fight.

Their opponents are seven tigers that have been hungry for three weeks. The rules are simple. After killing all the tigers, they start fighting with each other, and the winner is the final winner.

Not only can they get rid of their status as slaves, but they can also gain immeasurable glory and wealth. It can be said that this arena is their only chance to leap over a dragon's gate. If they win, they will live comfortably, and if they lose, they will fall to pieces. pose dead.

Because no one will collect the dead corpses for them, all their bones will be dug up as bone clocks to ring for the next arena.

There are a total of 30 slaves, each wearing the same white clothes. The worm king is always generous on this occasion, and these white clothes are also made of good materials. It is not an exaggeration to say that these slaves have worn the best clothes in their lives. .

The reason for the white clothes is that it is more bright red and more exciting because it bleeds like this. To put it bluntly, all the rewards for No. 1 in the end are all false. Their purpose is only one:——

The tyrannical favor of the worm emperor and princes and nobles.

Fighting such a beast with bare hands is naturally boring, and in order to see the scene of different weapons hitting each other with flesh and blood, thirty people are divided into thirty numbers, and each person can "randomly" get a weapon.

"What's your weapon...huh?"

"A...a knife..."

"Change with me! Huh? Bastard, if you don't dare to change, I will let you lose a leg before going on the court!"

"...Hmph, you coward, I wish you hadn't given it to me earlier."

Several slaves in the not-so-big weapon compartment had already started to fight for good weapons, and there were many tall slaves deliberately bullying the weak, creating a noisy and chaotic situation.

Princes and nobles bullied slaves, and slaves bullied weaker slaves.

The black-haired boy leaned against the wall and closed his eyes lightly.

His body doesn't seem to be strong, and he is even slightly thinner compared to those slaves with huge waists, but his aura is extremely terrifying. Many slaves who came out of the hunting grounds are not as murderous as him concentrated.

He was the only one here with black hair and black eyes, so he was naturally isolated by those people.

The guards who distributed the weapons looked impatient, and yelled at each of the slaves to come and collect the weapons.

"...Hey, number 12, let's talk about you!" The guard glanced at the black-haired slave leaning against the wall, feeling disdain and disgust from the bottom of his heart: "You slave, come and get it!" arms!"

Here they are not a "person", but a "only" slave.

A quantifier used to describe beasts and objects.

The young man finally opened his eyes, his eyes moved lightly there, and suddenly——

The rough laughter, the dirty abuse, and the bustling commotion all stopped abruptly in this black abyss-like glance.

He didn't seem to notice it, walked up to the table, and brought a weapon with "12" engraved on it——

A bow and arrow made of rotten wood.

There are only two arrows, and they are both round-headed arrows that cannot kill or pierce small animals.

The guard looked at Qiyue, although he was sweating profusely from the shock of this infiltrating aura, but he still didn't want to admit that he was crushed so badly by the aura of a slave, and he didn't dare to say anything, just pretending Grinning grinningly, he gloated and handed him the arrow.

And besides him, some held a dagger, some held a gun, some held a spear... No matter how bad it was, it was a long whip full of spikes.

And only his bow is a rotten bow that can't be fired, can't be used, broken, and even bows and arrows can't stab people.

But the young man who was supposed to be desperate and crazy was beyond everyone's expectations, even the expression on his face did not change at all, he leaned against the corner of the wall as before and closed his eyes to rest as before.

It seems that nothing has changed, it's not like getting a weapon that killed him, but it's as leisurely as drinking a sip of water.

Just like nature, between females, the superior oppresses the subordinate.

From this moment until the thirty slaves were driven to the center of the arena, inexplicably, no one dared to speak.

"Om-"

The pale bone bell made of the bones of the slaves who died in the arena last year rang, and the seven huge iron cages were pushed to the back of the arena, facing the thirty slaves who were shivering, terrified or numb.

The slaves are all dressed in white, no matter how much filth and filth they have experienced, compared with the seven huge vicious tigers with drooling mouth corners, under such a strong visual contrast, they are just like those who have strayed into the depths of the forest. Little white rabbit, just waiting for the beast to bite off its throat.

Except for one dark-haired slave.

Zhou Ci's pupils shrank, and he caught Qiyue with only a broken bow in his hand at a glance. His hand holding the railing suddenly tightened, his chest heaved and heaved, he took a deep breath trembling, and turned around to think about it.

Jin Bo was startled, grabbed Zhou Ci's arm suddenly, and gritted his teeth in a low voice: "What are you going to do?"

Zhou Ci broke free from the strength in his hand: "He holds such a toy-like weapon, tell me how he will survive? It's not fair at all!"

Jin Bo whispered: "This is the rules of the arena,"

"Weapons vary from year to year, and there is always one that is the worst, but..."

He raised his eyes and looked at Zhou Ci: "Often the person with such a weapon is the last one alive."

What Jin Bo said was right, the worse the hole cards, the greater the potential that will be stimulated in the end.

In the fight between man and tiger, the chances of survival are slim, and no weapon can completely win. From the beginning, the weapon is a cover, and it is not the strength that people are not good at that can win, but the brain.

And only those who have weapons with bad mouths will get rid of the false peace of mind brought by excellent weapons and turn to thinking about how to use their brains to win.

Jin Bo knew this truth, so naturally Zhou Ci would not understand it.

Zhou Ci was stunned, stared at Jin Bo for a while, and then slowly relaxed, but the brows still refused to relax.

Looking at Zhou Ci's appearance, Jin Bo confirmed the impossible conjecture in his heart not long ago... He deliberately teased: "Mr. Major General... Could it be that he dare not bet with me?" gone?"

The little prince sneered again and again, pushed Jin Bo away, walked to the railing and continued to look for the boy.

Although he felt a little relieved after hearing this, he also knew that with Qiyue's skills, even those who came empty-handed would not be hurt by these bastards, but...

But such a young boy who is not too tall, standing among a group of huge round-waisted slaves, holding such a broken bow and arrow in his hand, and facing a ferocious tiger, he just looked at it like this, but from a visual point of view He could only feel that the chances of the boy winning were slim, and a fear and worry that almost tore his sanity arose in his heart.

Zhou Ci breathed out a turbid breath, stopped her trembling hands, stopped looking away, and stared closely at Qiyue in the audience.

He has to believe in him, in his boy, in his July, in his... lover.

The young man appeared to be at ease among a group of panicked slaves. He didn't even look at the group of vicious tigers. Instead, he wandered around among the seats. His eyes corresponded from afar.

But their distance is not too close, one is on a high platform like a ravine in the sky, and the other is in an underground purgatory on earth.

Like a natural insurmountable, invisible giant wall, it is a hopelessly long distance.

The boy's indifferent eyes gradually became gloomy and fierce.

Is it so far...

When the crowd is staring at you, when the house is full of guests, when you are outside, when you are in a formal occasion, when there are other people besides them...

They can only be sad, can only be so cruel, can they look at each other with such a distance like a natural barrier?

Ah...but, my lord, don't worry, it won't be long.

In a short time, there will be only the two of us, and there will be no one else. I also want to be able to stand side by side with you under the eyes of everyone, to own you openly, to possess you...

The tiger came out of the cage, and with several high-pitched howls, the beast, dressed in tiger skin, had been hungry for several weeks and ran towards the white rabbits, with its long mouth showing sharp teeth and muddy saliva.

Naturally, the ferocious beast's four strong legs ran out much faster than these slaves. After a while, the first tragic roar came, and a slave with a short knife was bitten off his head.

This roar sounded like an alarm to escape. No one had the guts to challenge such a majestic and hungry adult tiger. For a while, the remaining slaves ran away with their heads in their arms, and some of them were so frightened that they moved forward incontinently. The next second Be reduced to the dead soul under the tiger's mouth.

The owner of that slave was naturally laughed at, and the official cursed loudly on the low platform one section below, saying something in his mouth that he would kill all the relatives of this lowly slave...

Zhou Ci stared blankly at such a cruel scene in front of him, terrified.

He has never had a clear awareness of the slavery system of the Zerg race. After taking July home, although the servants were very strange about his change of sex, they did not tell him how bad the original owner did before. After that, I focused on the military and getting along with children, and I didn't know much about these things.

There were curses from officials, shouts of excitement, or disappointment and annoyance, and most of them were rough | heavy | panting | louder because of the increase in adrenaline caused by the bloody scene in front of you.

And the underground is like a purgatory on earth in troubled times, with sharp weeping and wailing covering the painful breasts, making Zhou Ci's temples ache.

Even though he had already read it in the original book, he still felt chills from the soles of his feet when he actually saw this scene.

Such a deformed system should really be destroyed.

Zhou Ci frowned and stopped thinking about other things, and concentrated on searching for Qiyue's figure in the venue, frowning tightly——

He couldn't find July.

Of the 30 slaves, there were less than 10 left in a blink of an eye, and there were 7 tigers. Since some of the slaves were armed with guns, 6 of them were wiped out, and only the last tiger king, who was as tall as five people, was left. Look like they are coming.

No. 6, the tallest one, leaned down and clenched the knife tightly in his hand. The knife was as thin and small as a toothpick in front of the tiger, and he shouted in cold sweat, "You bastards, kill this tiger quickly!" ah!!"

No one responded to him, and the tiger was also startled by the hoarse final cry, and stepped forward a few steps and directly crushed the slave's upper body.

There was a chewing sound of "Kacha Kacha", and a burst of exciting cheers erupted from the upper stage.

Only four slaves remained.

The tiger walked towards them step by step, its huge animal pupils glowed with cold and frenzied light, one of the slaves held an empty gun, one held a kitchen knife, and the other held a long sword, One is a short whip.

The man with the long sword in his hand froze, shouting crazily, and rushed forward while the tiger was still holding the broken head of the previous slave in his mouth, trembling like crazy, rushed forward, Accurately insert the sword into the heart of the tiger!

At this time, the tiger was hit so hard and roared like crazy. The slave who had lost the ordinary weapon of the long sword lost control and bit off the slave's head in a daze.

The remaining three slaves were so startled by the scene in front of them that they almost crawled away, crying and shouting indiscriminately, only to be snatched away by wild beasts with their fangs and claws, spilling hot blood, and their lives were miserable. And painful blood.

The officials were extremely disappointed by the scene in front of them. They blamed each other and said that there were too many tigers this year, not a single one was alive, and they didn't even see the fight between people. At this moment——

The young man who had been leaning against the wall behind the tiger suddenly appeared. He jumped up suddenly with the help of the wall, and took out the broken bow that dropped sawdust when he touched it, and a round-headed arrow.

The white clothes fluttered with this jump, like a snow-white butterfly dormant in the shadows soaring to take off.

The dazzling completeness, the bloodless whiteness is in stark contrast to the bloody mess of the arena, just like the angel who redeemed the world came to the world.

It's a pity that he is just a demon in white clothes that looks like an angel.

Load the arrow, draw the bow, aim.

The air seems to be quiet at this moment, and the flow of time seems to be blocked by the hourglass at this moment, and it becomes slow at this moment——

Under the setting sun like blood, the black-haired boy aimed his bow and arrow calmly.

It was at this time that everyone realized that he was not so thin, the muscle lines of his shoulders and back were so smooth and beautiful when he drew the bow, his eyes were different from any other slaves, there was no flinching, his black animal pupils were like those of a tiger In the same way, death is pronounced quietly and nonchalantly.

Like a born god of death.

He bent his bow and arrow to aim at the tiger, but stopped for some reason, his gaze hesitated at this moment, as if he was looking for a person.

First of all, you have to see the expression of that person before you are willing to shoot an arrow.

Zhou Ci's nervous heart was about to jump out, Biyan stared at Qiyue with unprecedented concentration, breathing lightly as if afraid of disturbing others.

He was dying nervously.

The young man met the blue eyes full of him, and when he saw that the evil tiger didn't fluctuate, he shrank his eyes and was slightly stunned.

This was something he hadn't seen in months, caring so much about his appearance.

He just stared at Zhou Ci on the stage like that, and after accumulating such a majestic and terrifying power in his hand before, he released the arrow so lightly.

Everyone thought that he was overestimated. No matter how powerful it was, a round arrow was still a round arrow. How could it hurt a tiger with thick skin and thick flesh?

But in the next second——

The round arrow collided with the hilt of the long sword, and the long sword, which had been slightly inserted into the tiger's chest, pierced deeply into the tiger's heart. The tiger, which was still roaring for a moment, twitched all over and fell to the ground in an uproar.

Everyone in the audience was silent, with horror in their eyes.

The setting sun is slanting, illuminating the bloody endgame.

Everyone looked at the innocent young man in the middle of the field, terrified, disgusted, crazy, shocked...

They didn't make a sound, but Zhou Ci laughed.

The little prince deserved to be beautiful under the warm light, with a ruddy face, but a bright smile, unparalleled beauty.

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