Food Fairy Lord

Chapter 38 Gu Cage
The man in front of him was covered in blood, but there were no wounds. Combined with the black-robed man's words of "two wins", Pei Ye nodded cautiously.

This is obviously a place where everyone is our enemy. Pei Ye has already guessed where the blood on these people came from.

Different from previous conjectures, Wu Zaigu's status is not that important. He is not the only natural choice, but only qualified to participate in the competition.

In fact, this is reasonable. Although Wu Zaigu at that time was already a powerful enemy that seemed irresistible, but for a mysterious plan that can swallow a character like Zhu Gaoyang, the core part of the plan must have a master.

And the current competition is obviously endless, and there is probably only one person who can come out of these twenty people.

But the man didn't seem to regard him as an enemy, and said: "Looking at your young age, you can kill their host, which is considered young and promising. Where did you learn from, how come you end up in this place where birds don't shit?"

"I don't have a teacher, I'm a commoner in a nearby county."

"No teacher?" The man was amused, "No teacher, where did the martial arts of your imperial envoy come from? Did you figure it out yourself?"

"I'm not angry either."

"...Without true energy, how could you kill the Dragon Tongue host? They are all in the realm of six lives and seven lives, right?"

"...a coincidence." Pei Ye said.

"A chance coincidence? A chance coincidence that allowed you to kill him with your skills instead of using your true energy?"

"Ah."

The man approached him, opened his eyes and looked up carefully from bottom to top. Only then did Pei Ye realize that his eyes were light silver-gray, but his face was damaged by scars from burns and knife wounds, which was quite terrifying.

These strange and beautiful eyes stared closely at Pei Ye. Pei Ye shrank back and frowned: "What's wrong?"

"Let me see which military leader of the White Hart Palace you are."

"..."

The White Deer Palace is the best in martial arts in the world. These words are obviously meant as a joke.

The man looked at the callus on Pei Ye's hand: "Are you using a sword?"

Pei Ye nodded, "My swordsmanship is better, how about you?"

The man's expression seemed a little strange: "My...swordsmanship is not bad."

"How did you get here?"

"A chivalrous man who fought for righteousness turned out to be a scapegoat." The man leaned back against the wall and sighed, "I regret it now, I regret it very much."

"what's your name?"

"You speak first."

"My name is Pei Ye."

"Just tell me your real name? So honest?"

"what happened?"

"In Jianghu, it's usually good to give a name, Xiaoyu, Xiaoma, Xiaoba or something." The man changed his tone, "Since you treat each other so sincerely, it would be petty for me to hide it. Listen carefully——I can change my name." Don't change your surname, Zhang Siche is also."

"Oh, Brother Zhang." Pei Ye arched his hands slightly and said, "May I ask where this place is?"

"Where? Dog fighting ring, Gu refining cage." Zhang Siche grinned, "Choose the most ferocious one."

"The most ferocious..."

"Don't get me wrong, it's not about selecting people." Zhang Siche raised his hand to touch his dantian, Pei Ye was startled to block it, but made a space for it, his hair stood up for a while, but the hand just patted, "They were chosen."

"..."

"Everyone's meridian tree has been digested by it, and everyone has no true energy. What do you think we can rely on to fight?"

"..."

"It depends on it in your body." Zhang Siche said with a sneer, "It's like choosing a fucking concubine, whoever is the most powerful can breed dragons."

Pei Ye was speechless, because he thought that all the energy he had accumulated was poured into Jing Ziwang.There is only one light cocoon left in the body, and no more energy can be squeezed out.

This light cocoon is a "contestant", so the energy is the weapons and armor it uses to fight, but it turns out that it is all bald.

"I'll lend it to you." Zhang Siche leaned against the wall and looked at him lazily.

Pei Ye was startled: "Why?"

"Because we are the only ones in this beast den, is that enough?" Zhang Siche stretched out a slender and strong hand, spreading his palm open, and the dark blood dried along the palm lines.

Pei Ye was silent for a moment, stretched out his hand, and held the two dust-covered hands together.

Extreme circumstances often sweep away the barriers between people, and trial and guesswork are omitted.Surrounded by a pack of wolves, leopards and tigers will also give priority to forming alliances.

"Nine departures and thirteen returns." Zhang Siche smiled.

Before Pei Ye could think about the meaning behind these words, a surge of energy poured in along his arms. The cocoon of light in his dantian was like drinking from a sweet spring, immediately attracting this energy to surround him.

This energy was continuous, and after a while, it was more than twice what I had stored before, and the light cocoon in my abdomen felt a "satisfaction" for the first time.

Pei Ye looked up at Zhang Siche in surprise, Zhang Siche smiled lazily back, and withdrew his hand: "The bottle must first get bigger before it can hold more water."

Pei Ye looked at the door subconsciously, Zhang Siche said: "They don't care, as long as it circulates 'inside'. Anyway, the grade of the thing in your dantian will not change."

"Level?"

Zhang Siche showed a weird smile: "If you win one game, you will become the second level."

Pei Ye immediately understood what the man in front of him meant by "two wins and one step down": "You are——"

"That's right, I killed [Eighteen] first, became a second-tier, and then killed [[-]], a second-tier, and now I'm the only third-tier here.

Pei Ye was speechless, feeling the abundant energy returning to his body, and said, "Thank you very much."

"You're welcome." Zhang Siche showed his big white teeth, "In return, grant me a wish."

"What wish?"

"Tell me a story."

"……what?"

"The Last One, released in August, is the finale. I haven't watched it yet." Zhang Siche sighed, "I can't expect anyone here to have watched it. They thought I was going to end with hatred."

"But!" Zhang Siche patted Pei Ye on the shoulder, "Fortunately, you're here——what kind of expression do you have, you haven't seen it, have you?"

Pei Ye glanced at him, and said slowly: "No. 20, I have been a withered ghost for eighteen years, when will I fly to the first floor of the fairy?"

Zhang Siche hissed and said with a grin: "I knew there must be a reversal. How could the hero of Wu Qiu be defeated like that?"

After speaking, he blinked a pair of silver gray eyes and looked over: "Go on."

Pei Ye shook his head: "No, I just looked back."

Zhang Siche stared at him steadfastly for about seven or eight breaths, and finally he let out a long sigh and slammed his back against the stone wall: "There is always time in life, don't force it."

Pei Ye stretched out his finger and poked him, Zhang Siche squinted at him: "What are you doing?"

Pei Ye was a little embarrassed and said, "But you can tell me about it——I just watched it for the first time."

At this moment, the chai gate was opened, and a blood-soaked man walked in. There were dark red strips of tissue stuck to his black clothes, and it was hard to tell whether it was crushed muscles or broken internal organs.

"[Nineteen] wins, the next group [Twenty-one] and [Twenty-two]."

The two people who were talking raised their eyes and looked up, Zhang Siche withdrew his gaze and said, "That's fine."

(End of this chapter)