MTL - Is the Wizard Reborn?-Chapter 70

If it hadn't been tied into a gray-haired dumpling, the werewolf would probably have eaten Cen Zhen as a sheep at this moment, but this does not mean that the bad-tempered werewolf will Endure this breath, the inability to resist the star thief group has made him suffocated and irritated, and now he is bullied by a pure humanoid race, then he might as well find a piece of tofu and kill him.

During another bump, he thrust his shoulder against Cen Zhen angrily, and barked sharply in a very unskilled common language: "The hairless white dough, Trash who can't control his limbs, I only use one punch to hit you, you crippled, scum... rubbish, whimsical fellow, sell your ass!"

"..." Cen Zhen still had the same paralyzed face that Taishan collapsed in front of his eyes, and slowly wondered if the little greyhound had not been there for too long. I was taken out by the master and slipped out, and I was so excited that it was a bit noisy.

Werewolf is usually the master who can use his hands and never speak his mind. The long paragraph has used up all the vocabulary he has stored, but who would have thought that this little white face, who relies on him as a leather pad, can seem like he hadn't heard it, didn't say any expressions, and still went his own way.

"You are so tired of living..."

"Stop arguing, instead of bullying people who are weaker than yourself here, you might as well save your strength in the slave fighting field." Cen Zhen didn't speak yet, A man sitting on the other side of the werewolf instead spoke first.

That is a young man, without any orc features, nor neckbands, totems, tattoos and other special racial symbols, more like a pure than Cen Zhen species of humans.

Cen Zhen captured the key word from his words - Dou Slave Field, he felt that the identity of War Slave was somewhat unclear, and then contacted Dou Slave Field... He has a feeling that he has obviously skipped class and went on a trip, but the ghost of the Baita ranking match is still lingering, chasing after him for a sequel.

Although I had done my homework on the slave market before, Lian Yu valued them as ordinary slaves, a very pure buying and selling relationship, without these superfluous labels and rules.

The werewolf's swear words have just been exhausted, Cen Zhen is deaf again, and the young man happened to say what he was most resistant to, the werewolf suppressed his anger, Went with Cen Zhen.

When the turbulent departure of the spacecraft was over, Cen Zhen straightened up from the werewolf's belly hair, leaned his head and asked the young man, "May I ask what is the Slave Battleground?"

This is not just the werewolf, all the slaves in the room looked at Cen Zhen with pity or disbelief, as if pity for his ignorance, and as if His doomed end was already foreseen.

Cen Zhen accepted these glances very calmly, as if he didn't think there was anything wrong with him. The werewolf didn't bother to pay attention to him, anyway, the other party finally sat up straight, no longer paralyzed in his most vulnerable abdomen like the cerebellum atrophy, did he know what to do with him.

& nbsp; Except for those lucky enough to be bought directly by the spectating buyers, only one of them will survive in the end.”

"The fight here does not refer to a simple fight, each time the slave field has a different theme, the last time was a jungle adventure, the last time was the seabed World, this time... I don't know what it will be. In fact, the most important thing to survive is not to fight, but to have buyers who are willing to buy you." The young man smiled, "So don't be too pessimistic, being a war slave is not There must be a dead end."

"..." Cen Zhen is not pessimistic at all, and needs no comfort. Although the development of the situation is somewhat out of control, he has not fallen into a very critical predicament, at least His invisible terminal has not been discovered, and his most powerful nuclear weapon is still hidden, immersed in his new identity and unable to extricate himself.

There are no guards in the room where the slaves are being held, but the monitors distributed on the surrounding walls are always running, closely watching the every move of everyone in the room .

Young people seem to be especially sympathetic to the weak. After Cen Zhen asked the little white question, they paid special attention to him. When Cen Zhen spoke, starting from the basic way to save his life, to how to attract the attention of buyers, he was treating Cen Zhen as his own younger brother.

"If there is no forced grouping, you will follow me." The young man said seriously: "I will do my best to protect you."

"...Thank you." Cen Zhen didn't know why the young man was so enthusiastic towards him, but it was always right to say thank you.

The two pointed ears on the top of the werewolf's head kept flapping, and when he heard the young man's words, he sneered and muttered a wolf language, he should I thought that others would not understand, but I didn't expect the young man to retort righteously: "I'm very powerful, it's a taboo to judge people by their appearance, especially in the slave fighting arena, don't think that thin people are certain weak."

Werewolves seem to hate listening to people's lectures the most, close their eyes and pretend they don't understand. The wolf language has said a lot, it is estimated that he translated the words just now, and finally caused the werewolf to let out a roar of collapse.

Cen Zhen had an intuition that this young man was unusual. He knew too much about the Slave Fighting Field, and he could even be called a treasure. He knew many languages, and he was surrounded by a An unusual sense of justice, like... a policeman? Or use a word that is more suitable for the current scene - undercover.

He remembered that Lian Yu had said that when he wanted to go to the slave market, the slave market had already been turned upside down by the interstellar police, wouldn't it be Let it go this time...

Thinking for a while, Cen Zhen raised his left hand secretly, pointed the back of his hand to the young man's face, and pressed the bulging bone on his wrist, the terminal The shooting system started, and then he swiped his finger again, and the photo was automatically sent to the top contact, Lian Yu.

The voyage from the whale star to the lava star one day and one night, perhaps knowing that the slaves are about to fall into the most cruel hell, the food provided by the falling cloud is not bad Yes, the luncheon meat dishes are complete, although the rice is raw, but it is absolutely full. Cen Zhen tasted the chopsticks, but it was too salty, to the extent that even a single bite would kill him on the spot.

But looking at other people, no one is as hypocritical as Cen Zhen. A few were digging the food and shedding tears, crying and saying, "I miss my mother/brother/daughter-in-law."

I don't know who said that when a person misses his relatives so much, he is the loneliest and most aggrieved.

The young man was also eating with a big mouthful of food. Hearing this, he raised his head, and regardless of the presence of the guard, he said to those who wept several times with integrity: "Then you have to work harder to live and go back to see the person you miss."

The two guards smiled sarcastically, "Live? In the slave arena and want to live? Unless you go back to your mother's belly and change to look like him. That look."

Cen Zhen was silent and picky eater in the corner, but he didn't expect that he would be pulled into the eye-gathering area for no reason. He didn't speak and continued to face the unpalatable food. Food is picky.

Sex and violence are always the topics that star thieves love the most, and one of them said excitedly: "He looks good too, we are both unlucky and divided. When I didn't go to the sex/slave area, I heard that the brothers who took care of the sex/slaves just took one away and started a business."

He showed a longing and obscene expression, "I've long been interested in the one with long hair, isn't he a couple with this one here, definitely not? For the first time, you can't increase the price of a virgin."

"Then go ask someone who is willing to change shifts with you at night."

"How could..."

Cen Zhen lowered his eyes and picked up a piece of flesh that he couldn't tell what kind of creature it was. He was extremely disgusted. Don't take what they say to heart."

The werewolf showed no expression, but he didn't make a sound for the young man's behavior of delaying his meal. Cen Zhen shook his head towards the young man, indicating that he was in a good mood. He looked up again, and found that the slaves' eyes were even more sympathetic to him.

In fact, his mood is indeed stable, and he is even a little curious if there is a star thief who does not have long eyes to provoke Lian Yu, how miserable the other party will die, And after Lian Yu killed someone, would he continue to replace Man Yun, or would he cover up the cause of death and continue to pretend to be a little pitiful.

Either one is good, but this meal is so unpalatable, Cen Zhen, who has half of his genes engraved with delicious food, doesn't want to bear it anymore.

After the lunch time, Lian Yu's reply arrived. A small line of words on the inside of the wrist almost blended into Cen Zhen's complexion: Why is he? ? ? ?

This line is followed by another line: He is very powerful, you will follow him when you enter the slave arena

Lian Yu’s personal criticism is very powerful, how powerful is that?

The sentinel seemed to be able to read minds. Cen Zhen did not reply a word, so he answered Cen Zhen's doubts on his own: I was imprisoned twice in my last life. He was caught by him, he died in Yangren, and he hated him for the rest of his life.

"..." That's really amazing, Cen Zhen immediately matched this person with a certain character in the novel - the only one who didn't fall in love with the later period The protagonist, but as a senior who gave Yaojin and Pan a lot of guidance, he looked at Zhongyangxing special person who was only 20 years old, and his real age was in his 60s, Shouhe.

The name of Shouhe really wronged him. With his ability, it would not be a problem to guard the Atlantic alone.

After digesting this important information, Cen Zhen pretended to be in a daze, but in fact typed a simple 'You? ’ In the past, Lian Yu immediately understood and replied, “I’m fine, but unfortunately I don’t have cards, otherwise I’d be able to play a table with mermaids.

Cen Zhen gradually became familiar with the typing method of this invisible terminal: someone hits you

Lian Yu: My corpse and **** will always be guarded for you, whoever dares to come and kill me

Cen Zhen: Well, I can't expand your spiritual space these days.

Lian Yu: It's okay, I've written down this grudge, I'll report it to Man Yun

Cen Zhen: Is your estrus coming soon?

Lian Yu: There are still a few days, don't delay

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