The fifth day of the fifth lunar month in the tenth year of the Southern Ming Dynasty.

The large-scale slave competition kicked off. At the sound of a horn, the valve holding the slaves opened, and countless slaves ran out in fear.

This is a life and death battle.

The surrounding area was surrounded, and there were many slaves scattered across dozens of kilometers of grassland.

They wore collars engraved with marks and scrambled for their lives.

Run, run faster!

Otherwise, death is waiting for them.

They want to be faster, faster than the people around them.

An arrow pierced the sky and shot straight into the body of one of them. The man's eyes widened in horror and he suddenly lost his breath.

"Okay! Okay! General Li is indeed a talented general, and his archery skills are simply outstanding."

In the stands, a group of glamorous nobles applauded and cheered enthusiastically. In their eyes, human life is worth less than grass.

Then, more and more noises broke through the air, and the slaves panicked and fled in all directions.

If they were a little slow, death would be the only thing waiting for them.

However, every time someone fell, they were greeted with cheers one after another.

The ** rose and fell, and the nobles in the stands watched with great enjoyment, cheering and applauding from time to time.

The horses' hooves were raised high and then lowered. A group of nobles in gorgeous clothes stared at the field. There were fewer and fewer slaves left on the field, and they became more and more urgent.

This is a contest of blood and honor. Everyone hopes to come out on top. No one cares about the life or death of the slave. This is what the superior wants.

There were only a dozen slaves left on the field, and one of them attracted everyone's attention.

Long hair, dark eyes, scars all over his body, and tattered clothes revealing a strong body.

Just looking at it made many ladies blush with embarrassment.

What amazed everyone the most was his skill. Dozens of arrows were aimed at him at the same time, but he was still able to escape from the dragnet.

This attracted the interest of the nobles, and they began to trap the prey with purpose.

His skills were beyond everyone's imagination, and he avoided rounds of fatal injuries.

"Interesting, this slave is a bit interesting."

"Brother Wang, we are attacking from both sides, you to the left and I to the right!"

"clear."

At this time, they didn't even care about the other slaves in the field and began to besiege the man.

The rain of arrows was getting denser and denser, and there were many people on horseback attacking him, so there was no way he could avoid it.

Even though the man was extremely skilled, he was still injured. Fortunately, it was not a fatal injury and he was still able to cope with it.

"Brother Wang, Brother Zhong, can you do it? If not, let me forget it."

"It's just a slave, you can't handle it."

Zhongli couldn't help but said, "Are you kidding me? I can't handle a mere slave?"

After that, Zhongli ignored the rules and rode towards the man. His angle was very tricky, and the man would either be shot to death by him or trampled to death by the horse under his feet.

A proud smile flashed in Zhongli's eyes, as if he saw victory waving to him.

A group of people in the stands stood up to see this "wonderful" scene clearly.

The system's heart tightened, and it couldn't help but shout, "Host."

Mo Niannian's face remained as usual, [Look again.]

【Oh.】The system is stuffy again.

Mo Niannian kept staring at the stands, and saw the man making a sweeping sweep on the spot, tripping his horse to the ground.

This power is so terrifying.

Zhongli tripped and fell to the ground, causing a lot of laughter. He became angry and vented all this on the man beside him.

Ignoring the rules of the game, he drew the sword from his waist.

This damn slave!

"Boom! Time's up!"

The eunuch beat the gongs and drums and spoke loudly in a high-pitched voice.

All the slaves breathed a sigh of relief instantly. They cried with joy and cried in their arms.

They have a new lease of life.

"Why does Brother Zhong still want to break the rules?"

Zhongli smiled and put away his sword slowly, "How can you do it? Your Majesty is sitting here, how dare you?"

He is just a slave, and he has many ways to kill him.

Zhongli sneered a few times.

The remaining slaves were imprisoned and they escaped. If they had better luck and were favored by some nobleman, they might escape this tragic fate.

The servants began to clean the scene and count the nobles' trophies.

Anyone has an arrow stuck in a dead body, no matter who it is.

"Young Master Wang's achievements are outstanding. He has a total of eighteen battle trophies."

"General Li is worthy of being the queen of generals. He took twenty-nine in a short period of time."

"It seems that no one can surpass General Li, hahaha, congratulations."

General Li looked delighted and said, "You guys are overly complimentary. Many of my colleagues performed well today. I'm just lucky."

"General Lee is too humble."

Zhong Li looked disdainful, "Oh, it's not certain who will win or lose."

The two of them disliked each other and didn't even want to say a polite word. They turned around and talked about their own things.

The final results were calculated, General Li was twenty-nine and Zhongli was twenty-eight.

A difference of one makes a huge difference. General Li received a lot of rewards, but he only praised them.

Zhongli became more and more angry, blaming all this on the damn slave just now.

He knelt down and said, "Your Majesty, I have something to ask of you."

"My dear, please speak."

"I would like to ask your Majesty to reward me with the slave just now. His skills are really good, and I am very satisfied."

There was deep malice in his eyes. Everyone knew what his intentions were, but no one cared. He was just a slave.

It's just a trivial matter, not worth mentioning. The emperor nodded slightly, "Absolutely -"

"Your Majesty, I also like that slave very much." Mo Niannian spoke slowly, and everyone present fell silent.

They looked at each other in silence.

The old emperor glanced at Mo Niannian, feeling very fearful.

Then the old emperor looked at Zhongli. Zhongli looked angry, but had to give in, "Since the princess likes it, I will naturally give in."

No one in this world who dares to compete with this little ancestor has been born yet.

The old emperor came down the steps and immediately said with a smile, "Since the princess wants it, then I will give it to the princess. Come on! Bring him up."

The little eunuch trotted over and brought the man over.

The man lowered his head, his hair blocking his entire face. Mo Niannian walked over, raised his chin, and said, "Raise your head."

The man slowly raised his head, revealing a handsome face. Mo Niannian's heart skipped a beat, he was at least eighty similar to the male protagonist in the previous world.

Mo Niannian asked, "What's your name?"

"The slave has no name, please give me a name from the master." He lowered his head again.

As soon as Mo Niannian saw him, she couldn't help but think of the dog man in the previous world. The more she looked at this man, the more she disliked him. "In this case, let's call him a dog."

There was a sneer from all around, but the man in front of him didn't react at all. His voice was even pious, "Thank you, Master."
Chapter completed!