When the full-level boss picks up the zero-level petite bag

Chapter 58 Mr., your taste is so sweet (6)

The delicate and beautiful little face was paler and weaker than before, but now it is rosy and full, and it seems that the mood is accompanied by a faint joy.

"Let's go." Seeing her finish eating, Jing Mo straightened her clothes and stood up with a noble and elegant movement.

Nan Xing hurriedly got off his chair and followed.

She walked into a prison-like place. On both sides of the corridor, there were many beasts, ranging from tiger-like beasts to little ones as small as hamsters.

Screaming in a low voice, or roaring and roaring, the noisy voice kept ringing in his ears.

Nan Xing looked at these beasts and moved forward impatiently, she was a little scared.

Jing Mo paused, holding down Nan Xing, who was not looking at the road, with one hand, and pointed to the stone chairs in the stands not far away.

"Go and sit," he ordered.

Then he waved his hand, and a guard opened the cage and released a tiger and a lion.

Looking at the two beasts walking towards the most central boundary, Nan Xing realized that this was a colosseum.

"Beautiful girl, how about I bet with you?" Jing Mo narrowed his eyes slightly, and the corners of his lips twitched beautifully.

Nan Xing shook his head and said sincerely, "Sir, gambling is not good."

A gleam of blood flashed in Jing Mo's eyes, and he looked down at her, "No, that's the rules of your human beings. Now, you are on the territory of the great blood clan."

He was fierce, but Nan Xing felt that he was still a good blood clan in his heart.

"If I lose, will there be punishment?" she asked nervously and seriously.

"If you lose, then you can stay here for one night with these lovely guys." Jing Mo showed a charming smile and seemed to say something very ordinary.

"Sir..." Nan Xing raised his head and looked at him.

"Then let's start, which beast do you think will win?" Jing Mo asked in a gentle tone.

"Sir, they are pitiful." Nan Xing pursed his lips when he saw the two injured beasts beating on the stage.

"Then you think I'm violent?" Jing Mo's eyes were full of danger.

"No, sir is a good man!"

"So, they, who will win?" Jingmo asked in a serious tone.

"Or, I'll put you up there so that you can confirm the final winner?" Jing Mo pressed step by step, without the slightest feeling of pity for Xiang Xiyu.

Looking at the fierce beating in front of him, his blood gradually boiled. No, to be precise, he really wanted to go up and experience a fight for himself.

"The tiger will win." Nan Xing looked at the two fierce beasts who were inseparable, and chose one blindly.

"Okay, then I'll choose a lion." Jingmo replied casually.

After half an hour, the victory and defeat gradually revealed.

Looking at the dying tiger lying on the ground, Nan Xing clenched his fists, knowing that he lost.

"Beautiful lady, you seem to have lost?" The Duke smiled, which seemed to be the joy of victory.

Nanxing bowed his head, taking it as his default.

"Want to win? If you lose, I can't guarantee that you will be harassed by any beast tonight." Jing Mo said calmly.

"Sir?" She was afraid of this place, but she didn't even understand that the victory was already decided, how could the defeat be reversed?

Jing Mo took the anesthesia arrow from the guard and placed it in front of Nan Xing casually.

The low magnetic voice reminded: "As long as you hit the winner with the arrow, you will win today."

Nan Xing was stunned for a moment, and then he understood what Jing Mo meant.

As long as the lion relaxes, it will become the tiger's meal, and she will not need to stay here at night.

(End of this chapter)