A few hundred meters away, there is a circle of low-lying earthen walls, which are full of lofts. At first glance, it is quite prosperous. When you smell your nose, you can smell some blood in the air.

"Well, the scene inside, Miss may not adapt." Jing Fei gave a wake up to the night feathers.

The night feathers smiled a little, didn't care too much, even if it was the blood of the corpse, the night feathers would have to bow, in order to... from eight months later, you can go out from here!

Unconsciously, it has been four months since the night Yu Yu came to the farewell.

Entered Nandu with Jingfei.

The closer to the city, the stronger the blood smell in the air, and the faint voice can be heard.

"Selling a slave, a good slave, a 10,000 gold coin."

"Sell buns, steamed buns."

When you first entered the street, there were many people on both sides of the street.

On the left side, a slave trader pulled an iron chain, and the other side of the chain was chained with several slaves. These slaves were women in their twenties, one of which was as high as the eighth-order peak!

The woman of such strength, at the moment, is completely sold.

"Miss, these slaves lost the game in the ring of life and death. The other side did not kill the killer and was sold here." Jing Fei whispered aside.

In the ten years that Jing Fei was a slave, he followed several masters, and almost all of them went everywhere. They also knew quite a lot about it.

The night feathers are a little deep, and the rules of life and death are so good!

In the place of the duel field, if the other party does not kill the killer, he can also pay a large amount of gold coins to redeem himself, and the death and death will directly push the people to the road.

The night feathers did not respond, and Jingfei continued to move forward.

After walking half a street, the crowd gathered in front, and there was a good sound.

"Miss, there is a lot of fun, look at the past." Jing Fei's eyes showed a little excitement. This month, Fei Feidong hid Tibet's inquiring news, and the days were very depressed.

The night feathers gently shook their heads and lifted their heels, and the two crowded into the crowd.

Seeing the scene inside, the night feathers smashed.

In the middle of the field, a strong man's trousers were pulled to the knees, and the whole person was lying on his back on the ground. A white-skinned woman was riding on the man and swaying back and forth, and the voice was suppressed in the mouth.

There was no shame on the woman's face, and the crowds around the crowd sneered and looked at the woman without hesitation.

As for the gasping man on the ground, it was directly ignored by everyone.

The woman’s voice on the live performance is getting more and more crazy, it seems to be the tipping point, and the man is the same.

The night feathers stood aside, and the pupils suddenly shrank. This is... murderous? !

The night feathers were just alert in the heart, and the changes in the venue were sudden.

The woman's arm seemed to be arbitrarily groping on the man, and suddenly there was a flash of light, and a cold dagger was taken out.

Hey! puff!

Across the man's neck, the wrist turned over and the dagger was nailed directly into the man's chest.

The man’s eyes were wide and the woman on his body was still shaking.

Blood directly splashed on the body, the woman's mouth was exposed with a crazy smile, a leaning over, directly bite in the neck of the man, a large mouth and mouth to absorb blood.

There was a screaming voice around, and a pair of live **** palace eyes turned into a murder scene, which changed...

The night feathers noticed that the crowd around them had no sympathy for the men on the ground, as if all this should happen.

The woman sucked a few mouthfuls of blood and raised her breath on her head. Someone in the crowd recognized the identity of the woman, and her voice was a little trembling.

"Black, black widow, she is a black widow!"