It's not that he didn't want to get the Tiancang Sword. He once thought that the owner of the Tiancang Sword could only be him, so he went to get it proudly, without any entourage to follow him, and broke into Qianyu's palace alone. The journey was smooth and smooth.

He thought that he was bound to win the Tiancang Sword, but the result was far from what he thought.

It was that time that he was almost completely injured by the guardian beast of the Tiancang Sword. The internal injuries have not been healed to this day. Even so, he did not obtain the Tiancang Sword, and he never even saw the blade of the Tiancang Sword.

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Yuehuang looked at Mo Yanjin coldly and did not pursue the question any further, but changed the subject: "I wonder if Mr. Mo has a map of Qianyu Palace?"

Mo Yanjin's lips curled up: "This is true."

Murong Yuelan on the side listened, but did not dare to say anything. Now that she could not protect herself, could she still take care of her own country?

It was just the following sentence that made it impossible for Murong Yuelan to pretend not to hear it.

"Well, if that's the case, that's great. I'll leave this woman to your disposal. But...you don't have to be too polite to her just because she is the daughter of the Prime Minister." Yuehuang said coldly.

Mo Yanjin smiled lightly: "Girl, you can rest assured this month. What I sell to those who come to me to watch the sky is my identity. As for whose daughter she is, it has nothing to do with me."

"How dare you do this to me? If my father finds out, he will tear down your Wangtian Tower!" Murong Yuelan roared loudly.

Mo Yanjin raised her eyes and glanced at Yue Huang, her eyes were cold and cold, and with a wave of her sleeves, Murong Yuelan, who was still shouting just now, immediately shut up.

"After entering this Wangtian Tower, do you think you have a chance to get out alive?"

As soon as these words came out, Murong Yuelan's eyes were immediately covered with fear, and their eyes were full of despair.

He wanted to speak, but he opened his mouth but couldn't make any sound. He could only stare at the people in front of him with wide eyes.

Mo Yanjin looked at Yue Huang and suddenly became interested: "I wonder if Miss Yue is interested in watching our underground fighting?"

Yuehuang stared slightly: "Underground fighting?"

"Well, whoever wins the fight will get the girl you sent tonight. How about that? Are you interested?"

Murong Yuelan listened to their conversation, her eyes became more and more bloodshot, and her face became even paler.

Yuehuang lazily glanced at Murong Yuelan and said lightly: "Okay, I just don't have anything to do tonight, so why not take a closer look at Mr. Mo's Wangtian Tower."

"In that case, Miss Yue, please come with me." Mo Yanjin said with a smile. Before she finished speaking, she ordered the boy beside her: "Take this girl down to freshen up, and send her to the underground to fight later.

room."

"Yes, the host." The boy replied immediately. He was obviously stunned for a moment when he walked past Jin Shen. Then he took off the Murong Yuelan from her body, put it on his shoulders, and retreated.

Yuehuang and Jinzhi followed Mo Yanjin all the way to the underground fighting arena.

Yuehuang looked at everything in front of her coldly. This was the first time she had seen such a huge fighting arena.

Underground fighting - the rules of fighting here are the most primitive human hand-to-hand fighting, without spiritual power or magic power, life and death depend on one's ability.

Therefore, the gladiators in the underground fighting arena are not humans, they are soulless beasts.

And their prize is women.

Yuehuang glanced around coldly. There were not only people watching, but also some beauties sitting in the stands in front.

The value of their existence is to be given by the owner to the winner of the game to enjoy a night.

The women here are even more miserable than those in the brothels.

Women in the fighting arena have to change their clothes every month, because no woman can last more than a month.

Women die every day because they cannot bear the demands of men in the fighting ring.

Yuehuang glanced at the golden pig sitting next to him and winked at it.

I saw that Jin Zhi instantly changed back to his previous small and cute appearance.

Mo Yanjin just glanced at them and said nothing about Jin Zhi's sudden shrinkage.

About a quarter of an hour later, some loud shouts rang out in the venue, and two people walked up to the central fighting area.

Yuehuang took a cold look and saw that the game was about to start.

The initially quiet fighting arena was instantly filled with screams and shouts.

Yuehuang heard someone shouting

"Start! Start! We must kill this waste tonight!"

"Beat him to death and let him go home and drink the northwest wind!"

"Damn it, why haven't you started yet? Start fighting now!"

"If you win, the most beautiful girl tonight will be yours."

Different from brothels, here are poor people or low-status people in slums. In brothels, there are young men, all of whom are powerful. Therefore, the people here speak more vulgarly than the men in brothels.

Much.

.....

Vulgar shouting, whistling, and fighting sounds filled the entire fighting arena.

Mo Yanjin stood aside and looked at Yuehuang in slight surprise, wondering if this woman was really not afraid of such violence, or if she was just pretending to be calm.

What he didn't know was that Yuehuang had been accustomed to these fights since he was a child.

Her childhood was accompanied by cruelty, killing, and fighting.

"When will it end?" Yuehuang asked coldly. In her previous life, she had been accustomed to these competitions, so she didn't have much interest now. The only thing that interested her now was watching Murong Yuelan being trampled.

"It's a coincidence that you are here. Today is the last fight of the month. The victory or defeat lies between the two of them. As long as one of them fails, or dies, then the other party will also win. Then

The girl you send can enjoy it with him."

Yuehuang raised his head and looked at the two people on the fighting field.

A burly man who was covered in blood punched another man who was also covered in blood to the ground and won the game. However, the man lying on the ground foamed at the mouth, glanced twice, and died directly.

On the fighting field.

No one felt absolute regret or sympathy for his death.

As for the victor, amidst the cheers of the crowd, the swarthy man walked off the stage and stared at the group of women in the stands, preparing to find the most beautiful one to have sex with her.

At this moment, the boy came over carrying the injured Murong Yuelan.

The big man saw Murong Yuelan being held up at a glance, and his face revealed the joy of seeing his prey.

He looked at Mo Yanjin, the hunger in his eyes was self-evident.
Chapter completed!