Miss Waste Chai: Turning into a Concubine

It's not that he didn't want to get the Tian Cang Sword. He used to think that the owner of the Tian Cang Sword could only be him, so he went to get it proudly, without any follower, and broke into Qianyu's inner palace alone. The journey went smoothly, smoothly. Let him think that he is bound to win the Tian Cang Sword, but the result is far from what he thought.

That was the time when he was almost completely injured by the guardian beast of Tian Cang Sword, and his internal injuries have not healed until now. .

Yuehuang looked at Mo Yanjin coldly, didn't ask any further, but changed the subject: "I wonder if Mr. Mo has a map of Qianyu Imperial Palace?"

The corner of Mo Yanjin's mouth twitched: "This is really true."

Murong Yuelan at the side heard it in her ears, but she didn't dare to say anything. Now that she can't protect herself, can she still manage her own country?

It's just the following sentence, it's impossible for Murong Yuelan to pretend not to hear it.

"Well, since this is the case, that's great, I'll leave this woman to your disposal, but...you don't have to be too polite to her just because she is the daughter of the Prime Minister." Yuehuang said coldly.

Mo Yanjin smiled faintly: "Girl this month, you can rest assured. Those who come to Wangtianlou, I sell an identity. As for whose daughter she is, it has nothing to do with me."

"You, you guys, dare to treat me like this. If my father finds out, let's see if he doesn't demolish your Wangtian Tower!" Murong Yuelan roared loudly.

Mo Yanjin raised his eyes and glanced at Yuehuang, his eyes were cold, and with a wave of his sleeve, Murong Yuelan, who was still shouting just now, immediately shut up.

"After entering this Wangtian Tower, do you think you still have a chance to get out alive?"

As soon as these words came out, Murong Yuelan's eyes were immediately covered with fear, and the eyes were full of despair.

He wanted to speak, but he opened his mouth helplessly but couldn't make any sound. He could only stare at the few people in front of him with wide eyes.

Mo Yanjin looked at Yuehuang, and suddenly became interested: "I don't know if Miss Yue is interested in watching our underground fight?"

Yuehuang narrowed her eyes slightly: "Underground fighting?"

"Well, whoever wins the fight will get the girl you sent tonight. How about it? Are you interested?"

Listening to their conversation, Murong Yuelan's eyes became more and more bloodshot, and her face became even paler.

Yuehuang glanced at Murong Yuelan lazily, and said lightly: "Okay, it happens that there is nothing to do tonight, why don't you take a good look at Mr. Mo's Wangtian Tower."

"Since that's the case, then Miss Yue will come with me." Mo Yanjin said with a faint smile, and before he finished speaking, he ordered the servant beside him: "Take this girl down to clean up, and she will be sent to fight underground later." room."

"Yes, sir." The young servant immediately replied, and was obviously stunned when he walked past Jin Zhu, and then he took off Murong Yuelan from her body, carried it on his shoulders, and retreated.

Yuehuang and Jin Zhu followed Mo Yanjin all the way to the underground fighting arena.

Yuehuang looked at everything in front of her coldly, it was the first time she had seen such a huge arena.

Underground fighting - the rules of fighting here are the most primitive hand-to-hand combat of human beings, no spiritual power, no mana power, life and death depend on one's own ability.

So the gladiators in the underground fighting arena are not humans, but beasts without souls.

And their trophies are women.

Yuehuang glanced around coldly, there were not only the watching crowd sitting under the stage, but also some beauties sitting in the stands in front.

The value of their existence is to be given to the winner of the game by the owner to enjoy a night.

The women here are more miserable than those in the brothel.

The women in the fighting arena have to be replaced every month, because no woman can survive a month.

Women die every day because they can't bear the demands of men in the fighting ring.

Yuehuang glanced at the golden pig sitting next to her, and winked at it.

I saw that the golden pig turned back to its small and lovely appearance in an instant.

Mo Yanjin just took a pleasing glance at them, and didn't say anything about Jin She's sudden shrinkage.

In about a quarter of an hour, there were some loud shouts in the arena, and two people walked up to the central fighting place.

Yuehuang glanced coldly, judging from the situation, the match should be about to start.

The initially quiet fighting arena was instantly filled with screams and shouts.

Yuehuang heard someone shouting

"Start! Start! We must get rid of this trash tonight!"

"Kill him, let him go home and drink the northwest wind!"

"Damn, why haven't you started yet, start fighting!"

"If you win, the most beautiful girl tonight will be yours."

Different from brothels, here are poor people or low-status people in slums, and brothels are full of young men, all of whom are powerful and powerful, so the people here speak more vulgarly than the men in the brothel many.

. . . . .

Vulgar shouts, whistles, and the sound of fighting filled the entire fighting arena.

Mo Yanjin stood aside, looking at Yuehuang in a little surprise, not knowing if this woman was really not afraid of these violence, or if she was just pretending to be calm.

What he didn't know was that Yuehuang was not surprised by these fights since she was a child.

Her childhood was accompanied by cruelty, killing, and fighting.

"When will it end?" Yuehuang asked coldly. In her previous life, she was used to these competitions, so now she doesn't have much interest. The only thing she is interested in now is watching Murong Yuelan being trampled on.

"It's a coincidence that you came here. Today is the last fight of this month. The outcome is between the two of them. As long as one of them loses, or dies, the other will win. Then The woman you send can be enjoyed with him."

Yuehuang looked up at the two people in the fighting arena.

A burly man covered in blood punched another man covered in blood to the ground and won the match, while the man lying on the ground was foaming at the mouth, stared at him, and died on the ground. on the fighting arena.

No one absolutely regrets or sympathizes with his death.

As for the victorious man, amidst the cheers of the crowd, the dark man stepped down from the stage, stared at a group of women in the stands, and prepared to find the most beautiful one to have sex with her.

At this moment, the servant had already walked over with the injured Murong Yuelan by his arm.

The big man saw Murong Yuelan who was being supported at a glance, his face revealed the color of joy at seeing the prey.

He looked at Mo Yanjin, the hunger in his eyes was self-evident.

Mo Yanjin understood what he meant, glanced at Yuehuang, saw that she had no expression on her face, and nodded towards the big man.