Chapter 160: The former serf sings
Xiang Huan had mixed feelings in his heart.
Ding Shiliu, no, she should be called Junior Sister Bai Li. She is so strong, why leave her life to a waste like herself.
Could it be Jiang Hua’s last request?
impossible……
Bai Li looked pale.
She promised Jiang Hua to save people, but out of the sixteen slaves on the field, she could only save one. Since Xiang Huan is the master's prospective son-in-law, let him live in peace.
She didn't want to see that after Wan Tiantian escaped from death, all her old friends passed away, and her loved ones were separated from each other.
"Your life was saved by me. No one else has the right to take it away. Just live on."
After leaving these words, Bai Li fell softly.
The audience's eyes widened.
Is Ding Shiliu so high and low?
Pei Xuan blinked quickly, and the eyes around him instantly changed from jealousy to ridicule. He is the idiot who angrily threw a thousand immortal coins to support Bai Li. Twenty thousand immortal coins were originally easily available, but who would have expected that Ding Shiliu was mentally ill and would give up the opportunity for freedom and commit suicide.
Everyone shook their heads, what a pity for this kid.
But Pei Xuan smiled stupidly, not having the slightest intention of losing money.
A dark light flashed across his eyes.
Ding Shiliu's little tricks could deceive others, but he couldn't escape his detection.
Xiao Nizi is pretending to be dead.
The acting is poor, but very effective.
really interesting.
……
Bai Li was "resurrected" in the cell.
When the lying corpse sat up, Qia and Fatty Qin stared at each other with big eyes. The other party showed a contemptuous expression of "I knew it", and his smile became even bigger: "Do you three know each other?"
Although there is no explicit reference, the meaning is very clear. The questions are about Jiang Hua, Xiang Huan and her.
Slaves in the Colosseum never huddled together for warmth. It is not uncommon for those who laugh at Yan Yan to be stabbed in the back. "Trust" has almost become a synonym for stupid people and poor fate.
But Jiang Hua risked her life to carry the knife for Xiang Huan, and Bai Li gave up her life to the "stranger" she had only met once.
They give each other their backs without reservation, which requires absolute trust.
Unless they have known each other for a long time.
Bai Li did not answer, but stared at Fatty Qin with a meaningful look in his eyes.
Fatty Qin stood awkwardly at the door. Although his expression was calm, he was no longer as calm as before, keeping a safe distance at all times.
Ask yourself, if his opponent were him in the Colosseum, he would probably end up with ashes. He knew that Ding Shiliu was very strong, but he didn't know that she was so tough and could easily control the field in just three months. If he continues to practice at this rate, it won't be long before the slave masters of the Colosseum will have to change their names.
Fatty Qin clenched his fists, completely unaware that his palms were covered in cold sweat.
He cut off Ding Shiliu's right arm, blocked her thirty-six fatal points to vent his anger, and personally sent two of her companions to the massacre bureau, letting them kill each other.
Bai Li suddenly smiled: "Are you scared?"
Fatty Qin subconsciously retorted: "No."
Bai Li sneered: "Lying." Fatty Qin was speechless: "I..."
But soon, he realized something was wrong.
The roles of the two were completely reversed, and for a moment they couldn't tell who was the slave and who was the slave owner. Bai Li sat there quietly. The superior man showed his magnanimity and was actually more noble than the owner of the field. People couldn't help but want to bow their heads. What the hell!
"You want to discuss cooperation?"
Bai Li ignored Fatty Qin's rich expressions and went directly to the topic, "I would like to hear the details."
Fatty Qin frowned: "What cooperation can I have with a slave like you?"
Bai Li sneered and turned around to leave.
Fatty Qin suddenly stopped him: "Wait a minute, I can help you escape from slavery and become a slave owner."
Hearing this, Bai Li walked faster.
There is no pie in the sky, there is fraud.
Seeing that Bai Li was not fooled, Fatty Qin could only grit his teeth and said, "Kill three people for me, and I will unconditionally agree to your request!"
Unfair, three for one? Think she is a fool!
Bai Li: "Three."
"Too many, two at most!"
Bai Li turned around and left.
Fatty Qin had no choice but to compromise: "Okay, okay! Just three! I promise you!"
Bai Li narrowed his eyes: "Swear."
The most taboo thing about seeking skin from a tiger is carelessness, especially for someone like Fatty Qin who likes to make trouble in the gutter, so he must always be on guard. Fatty Qin raised his three fingers and swore: "I swear to God that I will cooperate sincerely and voluntarily complete the three requirements for you. If I violate this oath, my soul will be destroyed."
The oath turned into two streams of light and penetrated into their foreheads respectively.
Feeling the faint breath of the Law of Heaven, Baili's sea of consciousness began to restless, and the angry waves hit the tide. He grabbed the Law of Heaven and dragged it completely into the bottom of the sea without waiting for it to struggle.
After the oath was fulfilled, Fatty Qin was obviously relieved. He was worried that Bai Li would hold a grudge and wait for an opportunity to cut him into pieces, but he couldn't help but want to win over this lone wolf to his camp. Now they are grasshoppers on the same rope. As long as they have the same interests, they are the most loyal allies.
Bai Li said calmly: "Tell me about your plan."
Fatty Qin closed the door, set up restrictions, and even placed a fairy power jammer in the corner of the room. After making sure that no one could eavesdrop, he started talking.
The owner of the Colosseum is named Qin, and he is an old man with a weird personality. No one knows his exact age. Some say he was the big boss of the Colosseum hundreds of years ago. Others say he is the brother who grew up wearing the same crotchless pants as the current leader of the White Tiger Gang. In short, she has a mysterious origin and strong strength, but she has never been a womanizer.
Therefore, the owner of the farm took in several adopted sons and daughters and let them take charge of the four slave warehouses A, B, C and D respectively. For example, Fatty Qin is a slave owner with size T, and Qin Rong is a slave owner with size C. Normally, the adopted son and adopted daughter managed their own forces without disturbing each other, until one day, the owner of the field summoned him alone.
The owner of the Colosseum said that his end was approaching and he needed to find a successor to take charge of the Colosseum, and asked him which brother or sister he thought was more suitable.
At this point, Fatty Qin's expression suddenly turned fierce.
They are all orphans picked up by the owner of the farm. They are both born to mothers and not mothers, so what is the difference between high and low?
But what about them?
None of them considered him, Fatty Qin, as their brothers, but as pugs wagging their tails begging for mercy!
For example, Qin Rong, whose strength was clearly equal to his, yet she repeatedly bullied him because of her adoption status, showing that he was no better at all. As long as Fatty Qin has a powerful slave in his hands, he will definitely seize it immediately. Even if he doesn't like it at all, he would rather kill him than leave it to him, just like Jiang Hua did.
If these people were allowed to inherit the position of venue owner, where would there be a place for him, Fatty Qin, in the Colosseum in the future?
Thinking of this, Fatty Qin's eyes became even more fierce.
They are all adopted sons and daughters, who is nobler than whom?
Why is it that others are eligible to inherit but he is not? !
Fatty Qin clenched his fists.
It doesn't matter, he has already figured it out, even if there is no intention of the owner, as long as the other three people die unexpectedly, then he will naturally become the only heir.
Therefore, he needs Ding Shiliu.
She is a born killer.
Bai Li raised the corners of his lips: "It's okay to kill the slave owner, but first agree to my first request."
Xiang Huan had mixed feelings in his heart.
Ding Shiliu, no, she should be called Junior Sister Bai Li. She is so strong, why leave her life to a waste like herself.
Could it be Jiang Hua’s last request?
impossible……
Bai Li looked pale.
She promised Jiang Hua to save people, but out of the sixteen slaves on the field, she could only save one. Since Xiang Huan is the master's prospective son-in-law, let him live in peace.
She didn't want to see that after Wan Tiantian escaped from death, all her old friends passed away, and her loved ones were separated from each other.
"Your life was saved by me. No one else has the right to take it away. Just live on."
After leaving these words, Bai Li fell softly.
The audience's eyes widened.
Is Ding Shiliu so high and low?
Pei Xuan blinked quickly, and the eyes around him instantly changed from jealousy to ridicule. He is the idiot who angrily threw a thousand immortal coins to support Bai Li. Twenty thousand immortal coins were originally easily available, but who would have expected that Ding Shiliu was mentally ill and would give up the opportunity for freedom and commit suicide.
Everyone shook their heads, what a pity for this kid.
But Pei Xuan smiled stupidly, not having the slightest intention of losing money.
A dark light flashed across his eyes.
Ding Shiliu's little tricks could deceive others, but he couldn't escape his detection.
Xiao Nizi is pretending to be dead.
The acting is poor, but very effective.
really interesting.
……
Bai Li was "resurrected" in the cell.
When the lying corpse sat up, Qia and Fatty Qin stared at each other with big eyes. The other party showed a contemptuous expression of "I knew it", and his smile became even bigger: "Do you three know each other?"
Although there is no explicit reference, the meaning is very clear. The questions are about Jiang Hua, Xiang Huan and her.
Slaves in the Colosseum never huddled together for warmth. It is not uncommon for those who laugh at Yan Yan to be stabbed in the back. "Trust" has almost become a synonym for stupid people and poor fate.
But Jiang Hua risked her life to carry the knife for Xiang Huan, and Bai Li gave up her life to the "stranger" she had only met once.
They give each other their backs without reservation, which requires absolute trust.
Unless they have known each other for a long time.
Bai Li did not answer, but stared at Fatty Qin with a meaningful look in his eyes.
Fatty Qin stood awkwardly at the door. Although his expression was calm, he was no longer as calm as before, keeping a safe distance at all times.
Ask yourself, if his opponent were him in the Colosseum, he would probably end up with ashes. He knew that Ding Shiliu was very strong, but he didn't know that she was so tough and could easily control the field in just three months. If he continues to practice at this rate, it won't be long before the slave masters of the Colosseum will have to change their names.
Fatty Qin clenched his fists, completely unaware that his palms were covered in cold sweat.
He cut off Ding Shiliu's right arm, blocked her thirty-six fatal points to vent his anger, and personally sent two of her companions to the massacre bureau, letting them kill each other.
Bai Li suddenly smiled: "Are you scared?"
Fatty Qin subconsciously retorted: "No."
Bai Li sneered: "Lying." Fatty Qin was speechless: "I..."
But soon, he realized something was wrong.
The roles of the two were completely reversed, and for a moment they couldn't tell who was the slave and who was the slave owner. Bai Li sat there quietly. The superior man showed his magnanimity and was actually more noble than the owner of the field. People couldn't help but want to bow their heads. What the hell!
"You want to discuss cooperation?"
Bai Li ignored Fatty Qin's rich expressions and went directly to the topic, "I would like to hear the details."
Fatty Qin frowned: "What cooperation can I have with a slave like you?"
Bai Li sneered and turned around to leave.
Fatty Qin suddenly stopped him: "Wait a minute, I can help you escape from slavery and become a slave owner."
Hearing this, Bai Li walked faster.
There is no pie in the sky, there is fraud.
Seeing that Bai Li was not fooled, Fatty Qin could only grit his teeth and said, "Kill three people for me, and I will unconditionally agree to your request!"
Unfair, three for one? Think she is a fool!
Bai Li: "Three."
"Too many, two at most!"
Bai Li turned around and left.
Fatty Qin had no choice but to compromise: "Okay, okay! Just three! I promise you!"
Bai Li narrowed his eyes: "Swear."
The most taboo thing about seeking skin from a tiger is carelessness, especially for someone like Fatty Qin who likes to make trouble in the gutter, so he must always be on guard. Fatty Qin raised his three fingers and swore: "I swear to God that I will cooperate sincerely and voluntarily complete the three requirements for you. If I violate this oath, my soul will be destroyed."
The oath turned into two streams of light and penetrated into their foreheads respectively.
Feeling the faint breath of the Law of Heaven, Baili's sea of consciousness began to restless, and the angry waves hit the tide. He grabbed the Law of Heaven and dragged it completely into the bottom of the sea without waiting for it to struggle.
After the oath was fulfilled, Fatty Qin was obviously relieved. He was worried that Bai Li would hold a grudge and wait for an opportunity to cut him into pieces, but he couldn't help but want to win over this lone wolf to his camp. Now they are grasshoppers on the same rope. As long as they have the same interests, they are the most loyal allies.
Bai Li said calmly: "Tell me about your plan."
Fatty Qin closed the door, set up restrictions, and even placed a fairy power jammer in the corner of the room. After making sure that no one could eavesdrop, he started talking.
The owner of the Colosseum is named Qin, and he is an old man with a weird personality. No one knows his exact age. Some say he was the big boss of the Colosseum hundreds of years ago. Others say he is the brother who grew up wearing the same crotchless pants as the current leader of the White Tiger Gang. In short, she has a mysterious origin and strong strength, but she has never been a womanizer.
Therefore, the owner of the farm took in several adopted sons and daughters and let them take charge of the four slave warehouses A, B, C and D respectively. For example, Fatty Qin is a slave owner with size T, and Qin Rong is a slave owner with size C. Normally, the adopted son and adopted daughter managed their own forces without disturbing each other, until one day, the owner of the field summoned him alone.
The owner of the Colosseum said that his end was approaching and he needed to find a successor to take charge of the Colosseum, and asked him which brother or sister he thought was more suitable.
At this point, Fatty Qin's expression suddenly turned fierce.
They are all orphans picked up by the owner of the farm. They are both born to mothers and not mothers, so what is the difference between high and low?
But what about them?
None of them considered him, Fatty Qin, as their brothers, but as pugs wagging their tails begging for mercy!
For example, Qin Rong, whose strength was clearly equal to his, yet she repeatedly bullied him because of her adoption status, showing that he was no better at all. As long as Fatty Qin has a powerful slave in his hands, he will definitely seize it immediately. Even if he doesn't like it at all, he would rather kill him than leave it to him, just like Jiang Hua did.
If these people were allowed to inherit the position of venue owner, where would there be a place for him, Fatty Qin, in the Colosseum in the future?
Thinking of this, Fatty Qin's eyes became even more fierce.
They are all adopted sons and daughters, who is nobler than whom?
Why is it that others are eligible to inherit but he is not? !
Fatty Qin clenched his fists.
It doesn't matter, he has already figured it out, even if there is no intention of the owner, as long as the other three people die unexpectedly, then he will naturally become the only heir.
Therefore, he needs Ding Shiliu.
She is a born killer.
Bai Li raised the corners of his lips: "It's okay to kill the slave owner, but first agree to my first request."
