Chapter 291 (1/2)

Well, it's a mess.

But if it is expressed in Chinese, it is:

no matter who you are, I will kill you!

Of course, there is no Chinese language in the world, so they will never know what Ivy said, but can guess that it will not be a good wish.

The minister's younger brother needs to be hospitalized. The Minister of the Ministry of light, who came to the hospital for treatment, regretfully said that the brother had been injured. I'm afraid it would not be so easy to recover. It's better to go back with him and consult a better bishop for help. Maybe

The man waved and let the steward handle it himself.

The woman is still thinking, just now she seems to be attracted by something

”Hello, hello...”

A moment later, the woman came to her senses.

”What's the name? It's so noisy...”

”What's wrong with you? I just care about you.”

”Nothing, just a headache.” She pressed her hand on the middle of her forehead. There seems to be a family crest. Recently, something has gone wrong with it. The badge is a little bulging, like a small grave on her forehead. It is a little ugly.

But whenever knead this small sarcoma, it will be particularly painful, very uncomfortable

Maybe it's not the right way. According to the secret information in the family, only those who have good luck can have the change on the heraldry

Oh, it's a headache. It's even more painful when you rub it.

Ivy is walking back in the surveillance screen.

The man fell to the ground, motionless, the scene that the audience expected to appear did not appear, they are a little full of

”Kill him...”

”Cut off his head!”

”What are you doing, little friend. If you don't dare to do it, go home and have milk!”

……

People are easy to be affected by the atmosphere. Usually, the polite and dignified gentleman suddenly becomes a carnivorous beast and spreads the anger in his heart.

Ivy didn't even move his eyelids, so he didn't care about the guns.

The battle seemed boring to him, but the people behind him seemed interesting.

At the end of each battle, the wounded winner needs some time to heal, and the wounded loser needs some time to be buried.

And for the others, they just need a little rest. Fortunately, you can get a few slices of black bread to supplement the lost energy.

The above is about the low-level fighters raised in the cloud arena. If they are senior fighters, they will support them very well. After all, they make a lot of money.

Ivy doesn't belong to this bad circle. He just has some intersection with the circle, such as the ten win contract.

Before that, his freedom was restricted. After completing the contract, he could become a free fighter or sign a further contract with the arena.

Many people even sell themselves, as long as the price is right.

Ivy doesn't care about the contracts or the freedom of duty. He felt as if he was doing an experiential life style job in a detached mood.