The emperor is too clingy, and the reborn devil queen only thinks that she is beautiful and strong.

Chapter 152 Whipping
The slaves gave way one after another, and Bai Li finally saw who was coming. Oh, it's an old acquaintance.

Fatty Qin gritted his teeth: "Take Ding Erqi and follow me."

Who is Ding Twenty-Qi?

Following everyone's gaze, there was a lifeless body lying on the ground.

It turns out to be that thing with no eyes.

What bad luck.

Bai Li grabbed Ding Erqi's wrist in disgust and dragged the body out. The chain dragged on the ground and sparks flew as he followed Fatty Qin. People passing by looked at him with gloating eyes.

It was probably not a good thing for Fatty Qin to find her.

Finally reaching the cell at the end of the bottom floor, Fatty Qin stopped and ordered his men to chop the dead Ding Twenty-Qi into pieces and feed them to the monsters.

Bai Li watched with cold eyes.

The slave owners in the Colosseum are truly inhumane. After the slaves die, the last remaining value will be squeezed out. This is exactly the same as the Nine Domains of the Shangqing Dynasty.

Seeing that she was enjoying it, Fatty Qin laughed angrily: "Little wolf cub, you are quite nourishing. Do you know how many immortal coins I have lost because of you?"

Immortal coins are the currency in the middle plane. Similar to spiritual stones, one thousand spiritual stones can only be exchanged for one immortal coin in terms of energy. For a senior pauper like her, no matter how much debt she owes, she can't afford to pay it back.

Fatty Qin said with a smile: "I bet on you alone and lose 30,000 yuan. This is one of them."

Blame her?
I am willing to admit defeat in my bet, who told this fat man not to bet that she would win, retribution!
Bai Li couldn't help but raised his head and chest.

Fatty Qin continued: "The Ding Twenty-Qi you killed was my right-hand man. He went to five beast-fighting arenas every day and could earn at least a thousand. Starting from today, one thousand a day, little girl, you will lose it." Are you up?"

Bai Li curled her lips, but her smile was general.

Regardless of the authenticity of this statement, even if Ding Erqi is really capable of making money for him, that is a thing of the past. The essence of the Colosseum is gambling. No one can predict life or death before the end of the game. Why is he so sure that Ding Twenty-Qi can win?

If that man is really capable, he should change his name to Jia Twenty-Seven.

Based on observation, she found that the strength of the four types of slaves A, B, C, and D decreased in order. The higher the numerical ranking is, the higher the slave's combat power is among its kind. For example, if she is Ding Shiliu, she is more powerful than Ding Twenty-seven. If Ding Twenty-Seven didn't have a sperm on her head, and if you look carefully at the numbers on her back, she probably wouldn't have ended up with no bones left.

But Fatty Qin didn't care. He stared at Bai Li closely, tapping his fingers on the table slowly, his words full of threats.

"Ding Shiliu, speak."

Bai Li spread his hands: "I have no money."

As soon as he finished speaking, he was whipped severely by the supervisor next to him. The whip was soaked in medicinal herbs and was swung on his body, causing burning pain.

Fatty Qin sneered: "You have no money? You dare to borrow money from me, you are so tired of living! Beat her!"

After receiving the order, the force of the whip that greeted her suddenly increased, and the wind roared, and she was whipped into the wall.

The internal organs were crushed to pieces, and Bai Li violently vomited black blood.

Fatty Qin: "Hit me again."

Fall, get up, get whipped, fall again, get up again, get whipped again... the cycle repeats until she can no longer get up.

Bai Li sat on the ground, her legs extremely twisted. The person who pulled the whip secretly used force in the whip to force her leg bones to dislocate. Although it is a villain's behavior, in the final analysis, the master behind him acquiesces.

Seeing that the greetings were almost complete, Fatty Qin raised his hand leisurely: "Stop."

Taking advantage of the gap, Bai Li rubbed and gradually confirmed the dislocated position, pulled up her calf, and pulled hard.

"Click——"

Repositioning of dislocated bones. The technique is clean and neat, as if he is not picking his own bones, but any unrelated stranger.

A strange look flashed in Fatty Qin's eyes. He had seen too many powerful characters, and Ding Shiliu was undoubtedly the most ruthless one. If you can be cruel to yourself, let alone others? Previously, she thought that her killing of the alien beast and Ding Twenty-Qi was purely accidental, but now it seems that she underestimated this little wolf cub.

This little girl will become a great person in the future, and he, Lao Qin, likes to fight hard.

As long as it can be used by him, what's the harm in having a little temper?

Fatty Qin said with a smile: "I will give you two choices. First, join my slave camp, Fatty Qin, and earn at least a thousand immortal coins every day. I guarantee you that as long as you have half a breath left after the game, I will give it to you. Hang it back. Second..."

"I choose one."

Before Fatty Qin could finish speaking, Bai Li interrupted directly.

According to the rules of the Colosseum, if slaves fight and kill in private, they must pay with their lives. If Fatty Qin was selfless, he could just beat her to death with a stick. But Fatty Qin first cracked a whip to establish his power, and then promised to heal his wounds with a sweet date. He gave both kindness and power. It seemed that he was trying to win over him, but in fact he was testing his "compliance."

If you mess around with him, you can live; if you don't obey him, you will definitely die if you follow the rules.

What's more, from the perspective of the slave owner, it is obviously more "sincere" that he is eager to take refuge than threatening the abducted person personally.

Sure enough, Fatty Qin smiled even more: "Why don't you listen to what I have to say?"

Bai Li wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth: "You protect my life, and I will fight with all my strength for you. It's fair."

"Haha..." Fatty Qin laughed, "Okay!"

It's been a long time since a slave praised Fatty Qin for being fair, but it was new. Ding Shiliu, whose origin is unknown, is a bit interesting and can always create little surprises for him.

Signaling Bai Li to come forward, Fatty Qin gently brushed her right arm.

Then, he condensed his energy into a blade and slashed hard.

Blood splattered everywhere.

The right arm was split instantly.

Xiaoxiao was so frightened that she screamed: "Sister!"

Lu Zai showed a complicated expression. He and Bai Li had the same mind, so he naturally knew what she was thinking.

Since it is "surrender", Fatty Qin will definitely test his loyalty first. If he is reluctant to break his arm, how can he believe that she is willing to sacrifice her life for him. In addition, this is also an explanation and a deterrent to the outside world. If the murderer can remain intact and unpunished, no slave will obey the slave owner's regulations in the future. If anyone dares to challenge the regulations in the future, they will definitely weigh their own weight.

After all, in the eyes of outsiders, after a broken arm, the combat power is basically reduced to zero, which is not much different from direct killing.

He understood the truth, but Lu Zai still sighed.

He felt sorry for his sister.

The reason why Bai Li got close to Fatty Qin was because he thought he could provide resources so that he could quickly increase his strength and leave the Colosseum to find Miluo City and Dan Yuzhou.

It would be great if he could help his sister, so that she wouldn't have to suffer so much. It’s all because he is too weak!

Lu Zai hated the fact that he couldn't help but picked up Xiaoxiao and walked deep into the sea of ​​consciousness.

He wants to retreat, and when his sister breaks out of the Colosseum, it will be his time to escape! He can definitely help his sister!
Bai Li's silent and obedient look greatly pleased Fatty Qin.

He likes this kind of slave who is obedient and not afraid of death, so he will not let her die.

"Ding Shiliu, I will give you a big gift."

The bleeding wound was suddenly covered with fine frost.

A brand new "arm" is growing at a speed visible to the naked eye.