Chapter 275 The panicked Ye intervenes...

"Down! Down! Down!"

"Stand up! Stand up!"

Among the audience in the audience, some bet on her for one minute, while others bet on her for five minutes or more.

The longer she lived, the more the money they bet doubled.

Not wanting to lose, they kept shouting.

When Bai Qiu came back, he saw this scene and couldn't help but mutter to Xi Jiu, "You really have money to burn."

Xi Jiu raised his eyebrows, "If you have money, you can burn it."

Bai Qiu choked.

"That is..." At this moment, Liu Shiyue looked at a certain place diagonally opposite, slightly startled, a little unsure, "Afraid?"

Xi Jiu looked over subconsciously.

The underground space of this club is very large, with a total of two floors.

They were on the second floor, and there were people all around.

Diagonally opposite, among the crowd, there was a figure that stood out particularly brightly.

He was wearing a white T-shirt inside and a bright blue casual work jacket with white stripes on the outside. He had short, fluffy chestnut hair, his skin color shone white under the light, and his pair of peach blossom eyes were alluring.

Although his angular face still looked slightly gloomy and sickly, it was a little brighter than before.

At this time, he was leaning on the railing, his arms resting lazily on the railing, and the fire was flickering in the smoke at his fingertips.

Lazy and dignified, with a bit of a careless and careless attitude.

Unrivaled in beauty and eye-catching.

Standing in the dim light, she is delicate and beautiful, causing harm to the country and the people, and showing her coquettishness.

Bai Qiu also saw it, his eyes widened, "How could Shen Tan be like this?"

Shen Pan has always been sick. He only opens and closes his mouth by coughing. He shakes every three steps and shakes every two steps. Everything he eats has to be checked.

The clothes are either white or black.

Now he is standing in an underground boxing club, wearing such bright clothes, with a cigarette hanging from the corner of his mouth?

But there is absolutely no other face like that in the world.

It must be him!

But this dress and temperament are really different from the Shen Pan they know!

Just like that, the banished immortal who usually doesn't eat the fireworks of the world has descended into the mortal world.

"He has two faces..." A bold idea came to Bai Qiu's mind, "Does he have a dual personality?"

Liu Shiyue couldn't help but admire, "His face is so beautiful."

Xi Jiu frowned.

At this moment, Shen Xing suddenly stood up and left the railing, disappearing into the crowd.

Bang!

Immediately, there was a loud noise below, attracting everyone's attention.

Zuo Shuansong was kicked out by the robot again and hit the ground hard. His delicate little face was so painful that he looked ferocious.

"Can she still stand up?" the host and referee's voice sounded.

I don't know if one of Zuo Shuansong's arms was broken. His left arm was drooping. He only used his right arm to support the ground. He gritted his teeth and got up desperately.

"She stood up!" the host's voice resounded throughout the audience, "As long as she can hold on for another ten minutes without being beaten to death, she can get an additional one million cash reward!"

"She really came here to die." Liu Shiyue sighed.

Xi Jiu looked calm, "This is her own choice."

"No one would pity her in a place like this."

A low hoarse voice suddenly sounded from behind.

Bai Qiu was startled, turned around suddenly, and saw a bright blue figure. She couldn't help being stunned, "Shuddering..."

The cigarette held between the slender fingers disappeared, and instead there was a butterfly knife.

The bright blue dress brought out a bit more color to his three-dimensional face, with a smile on his lips and a charming charm.

It has changed from being as light as smoke in the past to being thick and colorful.

There is no such thing as a dual personality.

Just palpitation.

Xi Jiu turned his head, licked the tips of his teeth, looked him up and down, and chuckled, "So Prince Shen plays so wildly in private?"

Shen raised his eyebrows in fear, spinning the butterfly knife between his well-jointed fingers, and lay on the railing next to her, smiling seductively, "Don't the Ninth Princess just like wild ones?"

He came closer and saw the astringency of the medicine mixed with the cool smell of mint nicotine.

Cynical, completely different from the past.

It's like letting out another side that I usually suppress.

His bones are full of demons.

No wonder, a man is called a beauty.

Xi Jiu smiled half-heartedly, "Then you're not wild enough."

The smile in Chen Xing's peach blossom eyes was obvious, like a galaxy embellishment, "Then I will keep up the good work?"

Bai Qiu felt like he was seeing a ghost.

Liu Shiyue moved to the side, a little further away from the two of them.

Xi Jiu ignored him and stared down at the octagonal cage.

Zuo Shuansong was quite smart. After being knocked away several times, he took advantage of his short stature and circled around the robot's legs.

Chen Xuan spoke slowly, "If she can survive in the octagonal cage for five minutes, she will be rewarded with an additional one hundred thousand, ten minutes with five hundred thousand, fifteen minutes with one million, and so on."

You only know a little bit about basic boxing when you send left and send, which is completely useless against robots.

If you persist for less than twenty minutes, your life will probably be terminated by a robot.

This is exchanging lives for money.

But life and death are your own choices.

Xi Jiuxing narrowed her eyes slightly, without any fluctuation on her face.

"Hit him!"

"Hit him!"

At this moment, several shouts suddenly came from the left.

The sound is extremely bright, as if it has its own amplifier.

Looking sideways, it turned out to be Fang Heting.

His body wanted to flip over the railing, roaring and shouting, reminding Zuo Shunsui in the octagonal cage.

"You attack his head, his weak points are in his heart and head!"

"Jump up!"

But Zuo Shuanshuang's arms were broken, he was vomiting blood from the corner of his mouth, he was limping on his feet, and he could hardly even hide in circles. How could he still jump up?

The robot bent down and swept her out with its iron arm.

9 minutes.

Zuo Shuansong was covered in blood and struggled several times but could not stand up.

The robot jumped on the spot provocatively.

"Master Fang, you are going to lose!"

"Thirty million per person, don't default on your debt!"

"She's not dead yet!"

Listening to the commotion from a few people around him, Fang Heting snorted coldly and felt anxious to death. He continued to shout loudly below,

"Zuo send, stand up!"

He didn't place a bet, but he made a bet with a few friends who came with him, betting that Zuo Sousong could survive for fifteen minutes.

If he couldn't survive, he would have to dig into his own pocket and give each of them 30 million.

Fifteen minutes is one million. Adding the dead million and the reward, she can receive at least three million in her card.
To be continued...