Your Royal Highness, I will eventually save you!

Steele's delicate body froze slightly, and a trace of panic flashed through the bewitching noble purple pupils. Facing his unscrupulous eyes and the big hand rubbing on his waist, without using her magic power, she froze for a moment. Unexpectedly, she couldn't get out of the struggle, but she quickly recovered, and she noticed a trace of sobriety in the depths of Litton's eyes.

She was a little surprised in her heart, and at the same time her teeth were itchy. This little guy actually used his tricks to gain his own advantage in disguise. Steele was a little calm and sneered in his heart. Later, I will show you my sister's tricks.

"That's right, elementary school brother, sister, can I still lie to you?"

Steele put one hand on his body, there was a hint of refusal and welcome in his purple eyes, exhaled like orchids, and the fragrant breath hit his face, and there was a natural enchanting and charming feeling in his hands and feet. It radiates from her body.

Lytton pretended not to know.

Rubbing her slender warm waist with one hand feels cool, but in fact, he knows that the slender hand she puts on him is like a moat in the sky, refusing any further contact with his body, his eyes seem to want to refuse She's welcome, but in fact, she can't touch anything except her small waist. It's obvious that this vixen is fishing.

But he didn't take any other advantages.

It's a bastard to have the cheap and not take it.

"Primary school brother, my sister is very curious about you. As long as you can tell my sister a secret, my sister will agree to any of your requests. As long as the request is not too excessive, my sister can agree..." Steele casually Jian climbed onto his shoulder, a trace of purple thunder flashed across the purple eyes.

But the next moment.

Litton's shoulders shook, shaking her small white hand, and he immediately said righteously: "Senior sister, please respect yourself, I am not this kind of person, Your Highness is still waiting for us."

He immediately turned around, rubbed the soles of his feet with oil, and ran away.

Only Steele was left in a daze, looking at Litton's back, and it took him a long time to react. He realized that he was being tricked, and he wanted to directly paralyze his body when he was making progress again. Unexpectedly, instead of continuing, he blamed himself with a sense of justice.

"I really think my sister has no means to cure you!"

Steele snorted coldly, and a mark of purple thunder slowly flashed in her bewitching purple eyes. She flicked her fingers lightly, and then a trace of purple thunder immediately shot towards Litton.

instantly.

Zi Lei submerged into his body.

Not only did it not arouse the slightest reaction, but Litton sped up his speed like a frightened bird, as if the soles of his feet were oiled. Steele was slightly taken aback, and then recovered. She was about to raise her hand again, but just at this moment At that time, she heard a slight voice, it was the third princess, Princess Furnier, who had returned the same way.

Litton paused.

Fournier had just turned back, her clear eyes glanced at Litton who was standing in front of her, and then her gaze fell on Steele again, as if something was vaguely wrong.

Fournier couldn't help asking: "What happened to you?"

Hearing this, Litton subconsciously turned his head to look at Steele who also stopped, blinked, then looked back at Fournier and replied: "Nothing happened, I just had a little chat with Senior Sister Steele. I asked something."

There was no flaw in Steele's expression, and she glanced at Litton with a half-smile in her purple eyes: "That's right, the little boy's question is a bit tricky, and he actually asked me about the daily preferences of your sister, the first princess Connie, I have no choice but to tell him that it is most convenient to ask His Highness directly."

Lytton:  …

hiss!

Good guy!

Litton called out what a good guy, he was directly framed, right? He was really lying without a pause. He looked at the third princess, Princess Furnel, in front of him with a slight headache, no matter how dull he was, he could know the A down-and-out aristocrat who has a little affection for him, otherwise it would be impossible to come to him every now and then.

Steele's current move made him unable to refute for a while. Could it be that he blew himself up just now to take advantage of Steele's acting, wouldn't this directly add another trouble to himself.

Fournier smiled lightly: "Mr. Litton, if you really want to know what Sister Connie likes, you might as well come and chat with me later, maybe I'll tell you when I'm happy."

Lytton:  …

Steele narrowed his eyes slightly.

Seeing Litton's slightly embarrassed expression, the corners of her mouth could not help but curl up slightly. Since she was a child, she has never been teased and taken advantage of by the opposite sex like this. The last time she touched her cheek, it was fine. One time, she boldly stretched out her hand to touch her waist, thinking of this, she felt a little bit itchy, originally according to her own rhythm, she should just give him a little sweetness, but she didn't expect that she almost turned over up the boat.

"...Sooner or later, you will be paid back with interest!" Steele snorted coldly in his heart, and then led the way unhurriedly, his eyes inadvertently cast a glance at the silent Litton .

Soon.

Under the leadership of Steele, we came to a VIP room. In the VIP room, a fat middle-aged man with a beer belly stood here early, with a slightly flattering expression between his brows, looking at Steele in front of him.

"My lord, my name is Claire Hal, and I am the agent of this underground arena. We have already prepared the tickets you need, and all of them are tickets for the first row in the civilian area." Claire slightly He lowered his head and said respectfully.

"You can rearrange the tickets. You don't need the tickets in the first row, the tickets in the middle seat or the tickets in the upper middle row." Steele replied very flatly, waving his hands.

Chapter 74 Underground Arena

In the VIP room.

Lalf has already gone down to re-arrange the tickets. He didn't ask why the adults from the Atirantes family made such a request, but he only knew that the other party only needs to come down, and his position will be immediately cleared. Instead, as a subordinate, he understands some of the rules of his superiors. For people like them, don't ask about things that shouldn't be asked. Similarly, things that shouldn't be seen should never be seen.

This is his first rule of survival and climbing.

And Litton and Furnell sat in the VIP room, looked around the inside of the VIP room, the decoration could even be called extravagant, he felt a bit stuck for a while, as if the value of all the things in his house could not be worth it Here is a VIP room.

Litton found a reason to distract himself, and then he couldn't help looking at her curiously: "Why is it arranged in the middle or the upper middle?"

Fournier also raised her eyes and looked over.

Steele replied casually: "Your Highness does not want to experience the real underground arena like a commoner. If you sit in the first row, it is basically equivalent to the second-class VIP seat. It is difficult to experience the real underground arena that Your Highness wants. arena."

Litton was slightly taken aback.

I didn't expect that Steele's arrangement was really tight, and he was actually very considerate considering that Furnier had the idea of ​​experiencing the real underground arena...

He tilted his head slightly.

Looking at Fournier, who was quietly sitting on the chair, her sitting posture was elegant and dignified, as if she had noticed his gaze, she smiled lightly, her black eyebrows were no longer as slightly wrinkled as before. One can notice the flaws in Steele's language just by thinking about it.

Litton has never met his first imperial sister Connie, so how could he ask Steele about his daily preferences in private for no reason.

instantly.

Lalf has already returned, holding a small stack of tickets and handing them to Steele respectfully.

"My lord, here are all the tickets for the middle or upper middle position in the civilian area."

Steele casually gave orders not to bother them anymore, and would go out to dismiss them after borrowing the place for a while, and then selected three seats with consecutive numbers and distributed them to Litton and Fournier.

"We will enter the civilian area according to the ticket. If you are lucky, you may not have any trouble. If you are unlucky, there may be some people who don't have eyes to come and have some minor troubles."

Steele's voice paused, and then asked again: "Your Highness, are you mentally prepared?"

Fournier pursed her lips and replied with a smile: "Steyle, I am also a Sequence 7, so don't worry too much about my self-protection, and there may not be anyone who can recognize my true identity. The highest priority route to avoid."

Steele glanced at Litton casually, and then said with a mysterious smile: "Maybe there will be heroes who appear as heroes to save the beauty when His Highness is in danger like in Kingdom novels."

Litton immediately turned a blind eye and pretended not to hear. Anyway, it had nothing to do with him. Unless his life was really in danger, he would not call out Doris and expose her to the two women. So there was a large crowd, and under the premise of omitting Doris, he himself didn't know if he could beat one of them.

One is from the royal family, and the other is from the Atirantes family. The backgrounds and family heritage of the two daughters are quite strong, so he will not believe that the real combat power of the two will be limited to the level of Sequence 7.

Came out of the VIP room.

In front of the entrance of the audience seats in the underground arena in the civilian area, civilians lined up in an incomplete line, which was a little bustling. The three of them followed the crowd to check tickets and entered the audience seats. The position was in the upper middle. The seats nearby were already full early on, and it was obviously a very exciting matchup for them.

And the three of Litton are not without any attention. The two daughters, Furnell and Steele, are already very eye-catching and eye-catching, and they have an innate aristocratic temperament that they cannot hide. This is the quality and upbringing of the nobles that they have been taught since childhood, which is almost deeply imprinted in their souls.

Litton had already noticed that no less than fifteen people were sweeping over him. On the contrary, Furnell and Steele were not noticed by anyone. Maybe they were too outstanding, and they still sat down. At the same time, the aristocratic temperament and stunning appearance exuded from their bodies gradually made them look ugly.

Litton also thought of this.

Lytton:  …

Live in Bengbu...

A group of guys feel inferior when they see me sitting next to them, they will be hostile to me, right? (Sweating soybeans jpg)

Litton was speechless for a moment.

Both Steele and Fournier seemed to have noticed his embarrassment and helplessness, and couldn't help being a little amused for a moment. They both covered their mouths and snickered.

"I should have prepared a black robe for each of you if I knew it earlier..." Litton was a little speechless for the increasingly hostile eyes around him, and muttered to himself, which was never before. In the past, he has always developed in a low-key manner, and he was once hostile by so many people, but fortunately, there are rules in the underground arena that fights are prohibited, and those who violate it will be expelled, so no one justifiably drags him to fight.

He looked towards the arena of the underground arena below.

in the ring.

There was a very burly bald man standing silently on the ring, with a faint oppressive force exuding from him, and in front of the bald man was a boy who seemed to be only about sixteen or seventeen, There is a very conspicuous scar on his face, his clothes are old and tattered, his body is full of scars, but his eyes are cold like a lone wolf staring at the big bald man in front of him, he looks like he will chase after him if he is given a chance Like a slap.

And instantly.

As the long bell rang, there was an overwhelming roar of excitement from the auditorium, and the eardrums were slightly pierced, but more of it was the blood in the body, as if it had been colored by the surrounding environment, and then quietly accelerated A trace, even Fournier couldn't hold back and waved her petite fist.

Instead, Steele showed a very calm expression.

After half a sound.

The long chime just stopped.

Immediately below, a tense scene erupted immediately, and it was not the bald man who broke the silence first, but the lone wolf boy with a scar on his face on the opposite side.

And the moment the battle in the arena just started.

Litton raised his eyes and immediately noticed a line of sight pretending to pass over him and the two women inadvertently, vaguely mixed with malice and coldness.

Chapter 75

A black shadow passed under the lone wolf's feet and rushed towards the bald man, punching him in the heart with a simple and rough punch, as if seeking a one-shot kill, but the next moment, the bald man stepped forward, silent, He punched out to meet him.

--boom!

On the arena, there was a crashing sound like a landslide. In terms of strength and size, Lone Wolf tended to be weak. Suddenly, he twisted his waist, and the strength of his fist suddenly burst out again.

The bald man, who was caught off guard for a moment, was forcibly shocked and stepped back a dozen steps to relieve the shock this time, but the lone wolf seemed to have no intention of stopping, and kicked again suddenly, his thin body was like a phantom Surrounding the bald man, he continued to attack him like a storm again and again, as if he had gradually seized the initiative.

"Sure enough, Lone Wolf is still very powerful. He hasn't lost a single battle since the first battle."

"Jerez is not bad. I haven't seen him go all out yet."

"My entire wealth is already on the back of the lone wolf."

"As for the little one, the Lone Wolf, Jerez will crush him like an ant later. He's got a leg, but I put all the money on you, Jerez."

"Two poisonous dogs, be careful that you will pay your wife to pay off the debt later, hahahahahaha!"

"Tch, I don't want to touch their two wives because of their bodies."

Very vulgar obscene voices sounded from all directions around. Litton squinted slightly, and Furnel frowned slightly. It seemed that she was not very used to this kind of obscene voice. On the contrary, Steele looked like He sized up the two people who were fighting on the ring with great interest, and then raised his eyes to look at Furnier.

Steele asked with a smile that was not a smile: "Your Highness, do you want to change to a VIP room? The surrounding noises are not pleasant."

Fournier declined with a shallow smile.

Litton did not pay attention to the ring. The two above the ring are ordinary people who have not stepped into the sequence. They are basically a collision of strength and skill. It is very simple and rude, but the fighting style is underground. The arena is the most exciting, and the emotions and environment will make everyone in the underground arena immersed in it involuntarily.

But Litton paid attention to the slightly malicious and cold eyes that he pretended to inadvertently glance at them at the beginning of the battle, but except just now, that sight never appeared again.