In the bustling streets, people escorted slaves to pass by Qin Lan from time to time. The people around them only had contempt and indifference to them. No one had any pity for them. Even if these slaves suffered from these, their eyes did not fluctuate. They were actually dead at the moment they were captured.

Since decades ago, all slaves have been able to remove their identities and return to the human world.

But for so long, no one could go out except the first boy who escaped. Gradually, that rule became the rule of death. Whenever the last game came, the opponent could never cross it.

What's even more excessive is that in order not to allow the slaves to leave successfully, the heads of the family arranged some family masters to disguise themselves as slaves and end their lives in the last game.

Qin Lan walked into the teahouse, and the twelve big cities were the ones that belonged to Shi'an City, but what was so annoying was that his strength was also among the best.

Although Qin Lan's clothes look very simple, she is very clean. The overnight journey did not cause dust to be stained with his body. With his unique temperament, he is easily considered a noble.

I was called to the second floor by the waiter, which is a symbol of identity. No matter where I set a big city, the second floor is basically for the preparation of the nobles, and this is a general rule.

This is what Qin Lan didn't expect, the waiter here was so eye-catching.

He likes to sit by the window so that he can better observe the terrain and escape better if something happens.

The guests on the second floor were dressed in luxurious clothes and had a look of contempt on their faces. Qin Lan felt panic and disgusting at first glance.

"This young man doesn't mind me having a table with you, right?"

"light!"

"My name is Mu Yiran, how dare you ask the prince's surname?"

Mu Yiran sat in front of Qin Lan very skillfully and started talking to Qin Lan.

"There are tables around. Why did Mr. Mu choose to set the same table with me? Don't you feel anxious?" Qin Lan raised her glass and took a sip on her own.

"Because you still have a seat opposite, wouldn't it be a waste not to sit?" Mu Yiran frowned, always feeling that the person on the other side had something in his words, but it was a pity that he didn't understand the other party's meaning.

"How do you know that there is no one here?" Qin Lan played with the cup, "The person sitting opposite me has a bad ending."

"What does young master mean?" Mu Yiran's face became rigorous, "Could it be?"

Before he could finish speaking, Qin Lan suddenly smiled, as if she couldn't hold it in, and said, "I'm just pretending to be deep."

Mu Yiran relaxed a little, but he still felt that something was wrong.

"Dare you ask the young master's surname?"

"You and I have never been masked, why bother asking the other party's name at the beginning? Wouldn't it be rude?" Qin Lan rubbed her head and said, "The teacher once said that if a person thinks that the other party is not an enemy, don't ask so many questions. Since it has nothing to do with him, don't have such a bond, so as not to be embarrassed in the future!"

"I probably understand what the young master means," Mu Yiran smiled, "But since you don't know why you can't make friends, there's no harm in making more friends, right?"

"What is the most terrifying thing in the world, the young master thinks?"

"I don't know, please let me know!"

"The most terrifying thing in this world is not the enemies in the sun, but friends in the dark corners," Qin Lan twisted her waist and changed herself to a comfortable position. "I don't like being wary of others. The other party pretends to say hello to me, which is very uncomfortable!"

Qin Lan stretched out, and the moment when Zimu Yiran appeared in front of him, he knew what the other party wanted to do.

Mu Yiran was also very embarrassed. He had already said that what he could do? Obviously he could not find out about the other party's background.

"Young Master is indeed a generous person, and he admires him!"

Mu Yiran raised his glass, finished drinking very generously, and then imitated Qin Lan to look out the window.

"What are you looking at? Is there any difference in this street?"

"A street is a street, is it a human being or a human being?"

Mu Yiran was excited and stared at Qin Lan. He didn't know who Qin Lan was, but he already understood what Qin Lan said, and nothing was sarcastic about Shi Ancheng.

"Who is the young master!"

Mu Yiran stood up and attracted the attention of people around him. When he saw that this person was Mu Yiran, he turned his face back and pretended that he had seen nothing.

Feeling the gaze around, Mu Yiran shouted loudly: "Get out, you dare to stay... die!"

After a while, Qin Lan and him were the only two left on the second floor. Mu Yiran stared at him as if he saw something incredible.

"There is no one here. Can you please hide your words?"

Mu Yiran bowed to him and called him a gentleman, obviously already in awe of Qin Lan.

Qin Lan didn't care at all about this, and was drinking wine on her own and looking out the window.

Mu Yiran did not give up and continued, "Please give me some advice!"

Although the Shengluo was in chaos, it was not so obvious. This was the best time for those hidden masters to be born. He thought that perhaps Qin Lan was the disciple of some master. Only those who survived this disaster could become heroes. In order to allow the family to survive, he would rather give up his ridiculous self-esteem.

"Sit down, I'm not a hidden master, so many hidden masters?"

Qin Lan smiled self-deprecatingly and touched her eyes awkwardly.

"Please give me some advice!" Mu Yiran still kept moving without moving.

"If you sit down, I will say, if you don't sit down, we will continue to waste like this!"

Qin Lan looked at his appearance and became a scoundrel with him. But when he saw that Mu Yiran was sitting there respectfully like a student, waiting for his guidance.

Qin Lan was startled, but said, "I've told you a story!"

After Qin Lan said that, she glanced at Mu Yiran and found that he was still in that position, staring at Qin Lan, refusing to let him go of any details.

"Forget it, I won't say it!" Qin Lan lost interest in an instant.

But Mu Yiran seemed to have heard some holy words and carefully pondered his words.

Qin Lan was speechless, but if he didn't say anything, he might have thought of a demon.

"What do you think of Qin Lan?"

Mu Yiran frowned and said for a long time: "What the sir said is Qin Lan, the leader of the Zuo family in Yuyicheng?"

"Yes!" Qin Lan was in a big mood. He wanted to know what others had about him. He heard too many words he hated him along the way, which was really uncomfortable.

Mu Yiran suddenly smiled and said, "Sir, may not believe it. Qin Lan and I have some connections with Shi Ancheng!"

"Please say it."

"Qin Lan is also in a miserable life. She was caught by the Lu family when she was a teenager and went to the arena to be a slave. At that time, the head of the Lu family should be worried about his background, so she could leave after a fight of twenty games. We thought he was dead, but we didn't expect that he would pass," Mu Yiran laughed, "At that time, the head of the Lu family was all green!"

Mu Yiran paused and continued, "But no one could pass again later, which is a pity!"

Noting Qin Lan's slight gaze, Mu Yiran quickly waved his hand and said, "Our family has long stopped doing this kind of activity. Although we still have slaves, the system of fighting slaves has been abolished. Sir, don't confuse us with them!"

(End of this chapter)
Chapter completed!