Zhang Ye followed his reputation and wanted to see who was so brave. Slaves with pimples and haggling dared to buy it.

But Zhang Ye was stunned when he saw this.

The speaker was a young girl with blue hair. She was wearing a little blue dress, and her eyes were blue, like sapphires. Although her hair and eyes are blue, the girl's skin is very white. Under such a background, the girl looks so different that Zhang Ye can see her at a glance.

The blue-haired girl was counting money, and after handing in two crystal nuclei, she came to Zhang Ye: "Hey, you are my person."

The girl's voice is very nice, with a kind of ethereal feeling, for a while, she was surprised.

The slave merchant took Zhang Ye's dog collar away, so Zhang Ye regained his strength, but the slave merchant gave the master-servant contract to the blue-haired girl, and Zhang Ye still couldn't get over the waves.

However, after Zhang Ye had some kind of spiritual connection with the girl, she could feel her tenderness even more.

"My name is Zhang Ye." It is better to be bought by a beautiful girl than those lousy old men or disgusting fat women. Zhang Ye thought he was handsome and introduced himself.

"Zhang Ye? Too bad. From now on, you will be called Wangcai." The girl touched Zhang Ye's dog head with satisfaction.

Zhang Ye was stunned on the spot. He somewhat understood the feeling of naming Ahua, Tuanzi, and Tongtian at the beginning. This was really retribution.

"Then what's your name?" Zhang Ye didn't try his best to make a good relationship with the girl, so he might let him go later.

When Zhang Ye asked, he also guessed the girl's name in his heart. Given the girl's naming level, she might be called Laifu.

"Me? My name is Deep Blue, but you have to call my master." The girl was smug, "What are you still trying to do, follow this master." The girl finished speaking, and turned around.

Dark blue? Looking at the back of the girl bouncing around, she looked like a blue elf. This name matched her well, but why did you name yourself Wangcai?

Zhang Ye was pondering that the power of the master-servant contract hit him like lightning. This was the girl urging herself, and Zhang Ye had to follow her behind.

"Well, what did you buy me back for?" Zhang Ye hesitated for a moment, and quickly stepped forward.

The girl carried her hands on her back, turned around and walked backwards, smiling: "Guess you guess."

To Zhang Ye guess, the best thing is to be a male pet, the one who gets whipped every night, but this is impossible.

Zhang Ye thought about it for a moment: "Is the current messenger?"

The girl stretched out her white tender hand and shook her fingers: "No."

Zhang Ye guessed several more, but didn't get it. The girl said: "I named you Wangcai, of course I want to make money for my master!"

Before Zhang Ye could react, the girl turned around and said, "Here!"

Zhang Ye looked up, but it was a huge and towering arc-shaped building with the signboard of the "Arena of Ten Thousand Realms" hanging on the door of the building. Many monks in strange costumes entered and exited, so it was very lively.

"Do you want me to work in this arena?" Zhang Ye felt something was wrong.

"It can be regarded as a part-time job." The girl liked to laugh, showing two small tiger teeth. She did not explain too much, and led Zhang Ye into it.

...

"Uncle Tiger, what are the arrangements today?" The girl found a staff member of the fighting arena and asked with a smile.

The staff member saw the girl with a touch of fear in his eyes, and then glanced at Zhang Ye beside the girl, and said, "There is a wheel fight, he can participate."

"Great, I'll sign up!" The girl said, took out a few crystal cores and handed them to the staff.

At this moment, Zhang Ye seemed to understand something: "Wait, I am going to fight?"

The girl chuckled and said: "Yeah, my dear Wangcai, you will have to win a few more games for your master in the wheel fight later, and make a fortune. If you die in the first game, This master won't let you go."

In the words of the girl, I pointed out the following rules of fighting. It was not a one-on-one match, but a wheel fight. The winner had to stand on the stage and wait for others to challenge him, either to kill or be beaten to death by others.

Zhang Ye wanted to understand this, and then looking at the girl's smile, he suddenly felt that it was not cute at all, it was a devil's smile.

In nature, the more beautiful animals are, the more dangerous they are, and Zhang Ye at this moment deeply believes it.

Then, Zhang Ye has a trace of anger, no grievances and no grudges, this girl will get Zhang Ye to the ring to tortured to death, too vicious.

Zhang Ye raised his hand and punched out, the immortal emperor's mid-term cultivation base spewed out, and he was about to beat the girl to death. This girl didn't seem to be at the level of Tianzun, and she couldn't stand her punch.

But obviously Zhang Ye ignored the master-servant contract. With a little bit of the girl's green finger, Zhang Ye was struggling and roaring on the ground, and could not harm the girl at all.

The girl laughed with silver bells: "Wangcai is not bad, remember to put this cruelty on the opponent later."

Zhang Ye endured the pain, gritted his teeth and said, "I won't let you push it."

The girl chuckled, and initiated the sanctions of the master-servant contract. Zhang Ye's meridians burst out, as if to be squeezed out of flesh and blood. Zhang Ye felt that even if he was torn to pieces, there would be no such pain, and he wanted to die.

But out of the Xuanhuang Universe, the system could not provide resurrection services, Zhang Ye could not die, and endured this pain abruptly.

The girl didn't have the slightest sympathy. Seeing Zhang Ye's pain, she smiled happily: "It's fun, it's fun."

But the staff member named Uncle Hu couldn't stand it anymore and said, "Miss Deep Blue, if you tortured him to death, you won't be able to win the game after a while."

Taking into account the next game, the girl let Zhang Ye off with little interest. Then she thought of something and said to Zhang Ye: "Wangcai, this master is not so unkind. If you can stand till the end, I How about giving you a free body?"

Zhang Ye was exhausted at the moment, but when he heard this, he suddenly became energetic: "How can I trust you?"

Although this girl has a beautiful appearance that is harmless to humans and animals, she is extremely vicious in her heart. Maybe it is for Zhang Ye to fight with all his strength and win a few more games to make money. Zhang Ye naturally reluctant to believe her words afterwards.

"Wangcai, how can you doubt this master?" Every word of the girl seemed to be sweet to her lover, but she could no longer confuse Zhang Ye. Seeing Zhang Ye's unbelief, the girl turned her eyes and raised her tender little hand. "The little girl, Deep Blue, swears here that if Wangcai can stand to the end, I will return him freedom."

This was the heart demon's oath, and Zhang Ye was relieved.

"Uncle Hu, Wangcai will be handed over to you." This belongs to the backstage. The girl didn't seem to like the humid and rancid environment here, so she handed Zhang Ye to the staff member, and then bounced away.

"Can you still move?" Uncle Hu, a middle-aged man with a strong personality, asked Zhang Ye.

"Thank you, Senior Tiger, for your help. It's no big deal here." If it hadn't been for Uncle Tiger to speak, Zhang Ye would definitely suffer a bit more pain, so he thanked him.

Uncle Hu didn't seem to appreciate him, and said coldly: "Don't be affectionate, I'm just afraid that you can't play because of a problem. If you can move, then go to the backcourt with me to prepare..."

Uncle Hu led the way and explained some rules of the game to Zhang Ye by the way. In fact, there is no taboo, as long as he does all he can to kill his opponent.

Zhang Ye kept listening, and Uncle Hu asked, "Are there anything else you don't understand?"

Zhang Ye thought for a moment: "Senior Tiger, are you familiar with that dark blue?"

Zhang Ye didn't ask about the game, but took the opportunity to learn about the girl's situation, knowing herself and her opponent, before he could escape from the clutches of the clutches.

Uncle Hu glanced at Zhang Ye and sighed, "Wait until you can get off the ring."

Zhang Ye had already arrived in the backcourt lounge at this moment, and seeing the room full of slaves resembling Zhang Ye, he understood what Uncle Tiger meant.

Except for a few of these slaves who were not Emperors, they were similar to Zhang Ye. There were even a few exuding the coercion of the late Emperors. The probability that Zhang Ye could stand to the end was almost zero.

Therefore, knowing that Deep Blue's identity is of little use to Zhang Ye, and whether he can survive is the most important thing.

"Well, there are fifteen people in total. Let's start the draw when they are all together." Uncle Hu ignored Zhang Ye, and Pu Shan's big palm was in his arms. When it was spread out, there were fifteen small paper **** inside. .

Because it is a wheel battle, the order of playing is extremely important. If you can draw a lower number, the probability of survival will be greatly increased.

Not only Zhang Ye knew, but others also understood, and immediately rushed forward to **** the serial number.

These paper **** were shielded by Uncle Tiger's power and could not be spied by divine minds. They could only rely on luck. Zhang Ye grabbed a paper ball casually and unfolded it cautiously.

On the eighth, Zhang Ye smiled bitterly~lightnovelpub.net~ Other people were sad or happy, but in different states.

A Tianzun-class slave got the number one, and started crying on the spot, wanting to change the number with others, but this is a matter of life, and no one is willing to exchange it with him.

After Uncle Tiger decided on the order of playing, he began to distribute weapons to everyone, without exception, one shield and one knife.

The shields and knives are not brand new, there are gaps or other damage, and even some blood stains. It is not difficult to imagine that these weapons were left behind by the dead slaves from the previous session.

Although these are inferior treasures, they are better than playing with bare hands, so no matter how dirty they are, then the slaves will find the treasure for fear of being snatched.

Zhang Ye valued the shield and the knife more seriously, not for anything else, just because he wanted to study it carefully to see if he could improve and refine it before going on the court, and then the chance of survival would be greater.

Not long after, the bell of the game rang, and the cheers of countless people rang out in the front arena, and the first and second slaves were about to go out to fight for life.

Slave No. 1 was a Heavenly Sovereign, and Slave No. 2 was an Immortal Emperor. The Sovereign Slave fainted immediately that day. The staff pinched him for a while and saw that he was not awake, so he threw it directly into the fighting arena.

After a while, the staff carried the broken Number One back to the backcourt, and died of anger, and the staff ordered: "Number Three is on the court."

In this way, one by one the living people came on the court, and the dead people went off the court one by one, Zhang Ye could not sit for long.

Zhang Ye was as nervous as the others who hadn't played, but Zhang Ye was even more anxious. He now basically understood how to build the treasures of the world, but how did that **** source of power come from!

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