The brave man has no pity and cherishes the heart of jade, his face is stunned, his hand is licking the woman's hair, and one hand squeezes his fist toward her face. The move is simple and rude. When each punch is retracted, the sticky blood sticks to him like silk. The fist was then sent back to the woman's face with a fist.

The woman made a painful scream and hugged the brawny's arm and struggled, but it looked like it was shaking the iron wall, and it didn't have a half effect. Her struggles quickly weakened, and the screams slowly stopped, and the arms of the brawny were pulled down weakly, leaving only a slight pain.

"Breaking her head!!"

"Try harder, use a little more!"

The joy of the stage is crazy.

The strong man looked up and looked around, his eyes falling on the woman in his hand. He raised his fist and slammed it toward her forehead, punching again and again, until the back of his hand was numb. At this time, the woman’s snoring stopped and she lost her breath.

The brawny loosened the hand carrying her hair, and the woman fell down and fell heavily on the stage, her head squatting, and a broken face was incapable of looking at the barbed wire and barbed wire. Outside, a face of excitement and screaming, the only remaining eye is pulling, without God and empty.

No one noticed that in her black lacquered mirror-like pupil, a figure flashed.

Behind the auditorium of this small underground gladiator is a narrow aisle. Behind the aisle is a circular wall surrounded by four sides. At every interval, there is a spacious passage. At this moment, some people leave the audience and turn around. In the dark passage behind, while the rest are still sitting in the audience, ready to watch the next one.

The dark passages are inlaid with sparse fluorite stones, which are much more expensive than cheap oil lamps. The corridors are extremely deep and there are several mouthwashes. The people who come here are obviously familiar with these mouths and go to the places they want to go.

Prana goes to the leftmost cornice promenade. On the wall of this gallery, there is a door at every other distance. Obviously there is a room inside. Prana walked to the door of the dark golden pattern engraved with the "108" number. Just approaching here, I heard a burst of tender crying inside. He sighed in his heart and knew that the adult was addicted again.

He raised his hand and gently knocked on the door, then stood waiting at the door waiting for a response.

After a while, there was a violent voice in the room. "Who is not so long, wants to die? Ah?!"

Prana quickly respectfully said: "Adult, it is me, Master Lukelan asked me to send you a message." Although Lukelan is a surname, but with the addition of "adult", there is no doubt that it is Lukelan - Ster.

"Come in!" The violent voice inside is low and full of repressed anger.

The door was opened from the inside, and a young, white-skinned knight smiled at Prana and whispered, "Mr. Please."

"Thank you." Prana did not dare to neglect, knowing that this person is the confidant of the adult, and his favorite man.

He entered the room, the childish voice that was previously faintly heard, and suddenly heard it more clearly. I saw that it was an extremely spacious room with a big bed and several wardrobes, in addition to some strange The shelf of the vessel, as well as a weapon rack, is not a sword, but a long whip, and a rope with a dense iron thorn.

At first glance, it seems to be the torture room of the interrogator.

Prana looked out at the bed and saw a slender middle-aged man leaning on the big bed, holding two small figures around his arms, which were a little girl of seven or eight years old, and a four or five years old. The little boy with the face and the face, the skin of these two children is relatively clean, obviously not from the poor people, there is no radiation dark spots on the hands and face, it looks extremely cute.

However, at this moment, there are obvious tear marks on the faces of the two children. The dark eyes of the black slick are full of fear. When the middle-aged people's palms touch their hair, the fear in the eyes is exacerbated.

In addition to these two children, there are three children in the bed, but they all sit on the edge of the bed, their bodies curled up, shivering and making a low sob.

Prana glanced at it. Although he felt uncomfortable, he did not frown. The surface was extremely calm. If he changed it to the one ten years ago, he could not do it now.

"Adult, Master Lukelan asked me to tell you that the Pope had news." Prana was respectful.

The middle-aged man on the bed picked up his eyebrows and said coldly, "Is death or alive?"

When he heard that he was rude, Prana was not surprised. He still respectfully said: "The Pope’s body seems to be unobtrusive. After the blessing festival was held at Martha Square, it disappeared."

"Well? What happened?" The middle-aged man was unhappy: "This old guy has nothing to eat, what is running around?"

Prana respectfully said: "The adults of Lukeland let the small words, please the adults to talk in detail."

"I'm really annoying!" The middle-aged man was a little impatient, but he said that he was still sitting up from the bed, pinching the soft face of two children, and the temper in his eyes suddenly turned into greed and desire. I licked my lips and picked up the little girl and kissed it hard.

The little girl was so scared that she resisted, and the little hand was pushed on his chest, but how could he shake him half?

Suddenly, the little girl screamed and burst into tears.

At this time, the middle-aged man released his mouth, but his mouth contained half of soft flesh and blood, chewing gently, a little girl's lips.

“Delicious.” The middle-aged man closed his eyes very much and chewed it. After chewing it, he swallowed it, then slowly opened his eyes and touched the head of the little girl who was crying. The eyes showed a kind-hearted love, softly Road: "Well, be obedient, do you know?"

The little girl kept crying, yelling and screaming, tears streaming.

The middle-aged man smiled and got out of bed. He walked naked and stepped on the clean wooden floor, and said to the younger white-haired knight on the door: "Get my clothes."

The young knight nodded reverently, took a set of luxurious suits from the next closet and came to him to wear for him.

The middle-aged man stretched his hand like a hanger and enjoyed his service. When he tied his tie, he asked, "Are you jealous?"

"How come?" The young knight's face was reddish.

The middle-aged man laughed and grabbed the tie and personally adjusted it. He looked at his dress in the mirror outside the closet. He was more satisfied. Then he took the precision mechanical watch from the master craftsman and put on his hat. The temperament is elegant, and at first glance, it is a person with a very high number of gifts and education.

"Go," said the middle-aged.

The young knight glanced at the five children on the bed and said, "What about them?"

"As usual, kill and feed the little loach." The middle-aged man casually said, and said the button on the sleeve, turned and prepared to go out.

"The clothes are not dressed, why are you so eager to go out?" A plain voice sounded.

The middle-aged man heard this voice, didn't think much, looked down and looked down, suddenly saw the button of the clothes not tied, his brow wrinkled, some anger, suddenly, the young knight behind him cried in surprise: "You, who are you?"

When I heard this, the middle-aged talent suddenly reacted. The whole body was cold and looked up. When I saw the door, I didn’t know when, standing with a figure wearing a black robe, and a loose hood covered most of the time. The face reveals the chin of the handsome white.

"The supervision sent by the abbey makes the perception so weak?" Du Dian opened his hood and looked at the middle-aged indifferently. "The button is wrong from the first one, but it is not until the last one. I found out that you are too numb, or have you not seen it straight?"