Today, the hostess, has she lost her studies?

Chapter 2279 Soul Return (36)

She looked up at the densely packed books, frowning slightly.

It's strange, but it doesn't matter.

I always feel like I've overlooked something.

As for what was overlooked...

She turned around and looked at the silent study room.

Head tilted slightly.

……

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at this time.

"Hit-hit-hit--"

"Huh - clap clap clap -"

"Stand up—get up—"

"Where's the gun!? Give him the gun!"

At this moment, the underground beast field.

One, full of blood and violence, disregarding rules and laws, full of lunatics and murderers.

Rigid-strength reinforced aluminum surrounds it, forming a huge Colosseum.

Chains, blades, instruments of torture, and various rifles and sniper rifles.

Endless noise and cheers were intertwined, and booing came one after another.

The bottom of the Colosseum is where the air is the dirtiest and most disgusting.

The uneven and muddy ground was stained with the blood of an unknown number of people.

Black, pus, and stink.

It stinks.

The spectator seats in the Colosseum were full of betting gamblers.

With human life as a bet, everyone is red-eyed.

Roaring, facing the poor people under the Colosseum.

There is no concept of human life, nor the slightest sympathy for killing the same kind.

Yes, just the crazy obsession with money, and the madness that vowed to overwhelm and destroy everything of the enemy.

Here, some people can get rich overnight and become billionaires standing in a pool of blood corpses, and some people can die just like that and never see the sun of tomorrow again.

Cruel fighting with animal nature, sweaty and bloody hand-to-hand combat.

It should be something that low-level beasts would do, but here, it has become something that everyone is obsessed with.

Even at the expense of breaking arms and legs.

In such a hot and crazy night, the people below are still crazy, and they are red-eyed.

And those who sit on the top floor, despite the smell of blood and sweat outside, can also sit in the clean and bright viewing room and enjoy endless luxury.

The huge bulletproof floor-to-ceiling glass looks down from top to bottom.

Looking down indifferently, watching all this like a night emperor.

It is pleasing to the eye and makes people feel happy.

The smell of blood, such an attractive color.

He sat there, shaking his glass of red wine with intoxicating ripples.

His cold and pale appearance, like that of an aristocrat, seemed to be tainted with traces of madness and gloom under the background of the blood-like light and shadow.

Sen is cool, his movements are infinitely elegant, but the temperature of his fingertips is ice-cold, without warmth.

The mellow grape wine that has settled is shaking, reflecting the light and shadow of the blood outside the window.

For a moment, I don't know whether the wine is redder or the blood outside is redder.

The long and narrow phoenix eyes were extremely cold-blooded.

He looked at the person who was fighting underneath, and then tapped his cold fingertips.

Unhurriedly, the color of the wine sank, and the fingers were cold.

Cold as a blade.

Not long after, the door behind him opened.

Tonight's winner was sent over.

It was dirty and muddy, once it came in, it stained the place.

Very smelly.

Sweat stinks.

Mixed with a nasty damp earthy smell.

It was framed by two tall men in special bulletproof suits.

His clothes were torn and his body was covered in bruises and scars.

He won, but also suffered injuries all over his body.

When she was brought in, she almost couldn't stand still.

Standing wobbly, it was thrown on the ground like garbage.

(End of this chapter)