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Chapter seven hundred and seventy nine: do whatever you want

As this sentence disappeared, Huang Yuchen felt that he was thrown into this light green sphere. The moment he entered, countless light green gases around him began to move frantically in his direction, and completely wrapped themselves in a very short time. Everything around him was shrouded in blue, and he could no longer sense any other situation.

"When you come here again, you should understand everything. Take him out. He stayed here for a long time..." The voice came faintly and came into Huang Yuchen's mind. Huang Yuchen clearly heard this sentence. He could feel the surrounding green gas quickly merge into him, and a strong feeling rushed straight into his divine sea, and his consciousness almost dissipated in an instant.

The surroundings became extremely empty again, as if nothing was the same.

...

Outside, in the Colosseum.

Zhuang Lexian kept standing aside and chatting, and the spectators on the side couldn't stand it anymore. They entered the Colosseum not to see who was chatting, they wanted to see the killing, the winner, and the warrior who was ruthless to anyone, and they didn't want to see a lunatic.

Therefore, vicious words were spoken from the spectators, which completely angered Zhuang Lexian. I don’t know what he used to do. A black fog wall covered the entire stand. The fog dissipated, and the overall stand was completely corroded. The spectator sitting on it seemed to have completely disappeared.

The killing god Jiang Mingjie and the female killing god Yuan Dongyun looked at everything that happened in disbelief. This was something that had never happened in their hundreds of battles. For any participant in the Colosseum, although the spectators around him were vulgar and vicious, and although they were not treated as human beings, all participants knew that as long as they entered the Colosseum, the spectators were their capital to survive.

If a contestant loses interest from all spectators, he loses the conditions to continue to survive in the Colosseum. The managers of the Colosseum will mercilessly clear them out of the Colosseum. These cleared contestants will become the lowest people in Chunhu Yongcheng, and will not even become waiters to serve others. They will only become nutrients for feeding animals and die in the pain of being drained from all the energy and vitality in the body.

The Colosseum exists to satisfy these spectators with cruelty and murderous desires. All the competitions in the Colosseum are to satisfy the desires of these people. Everyone understands them clearly, so a very small number of people can hear that there will be contestants attacking spectators.

Chunhu Yongcheng punishes this situation very severely. Almost all people in Chunhu Yongcheng are very clear about this situation. This is also an unwritten rule here. No contestant will attack the spectators, even if they are about to die.

Because death is not the most terrifying thing in the world. Some of the executioners in Chunhu Yongcheng have ways to make people unable to live or die.

"I'm really sorry, these people are really good at the bottom of the earth. They cursed in such a sacred place, bringing everyone's quality lower. They are forced to take action. Don't be accustomed to you." After Zhuang Lexian finished destroying the stands, he actually smiled apologetically at Jiang Mingjie and Yuan Dongyun, as if he had done something extremely insignificant just now and sincerely apologized for what he had done just now.

During this process, he did not look up at the superiors and young waiters on the main stands, as if in his heart, everything he did was taken for granted.

Jiang Mingjie frowned. He still did not answer Zhuang Lexian's meaning, but looked at the main stand behind him. The young waiter was standing on the edge of the stand, his smile on his face closed, his face was as deep as water, and his eyes were motionless, and his brows seemed to be slightly frowning.

This should be taken for granted. Although there is no explicit prohibition on the spectators in the stands in the Colosseum, the punishment after the action is extremely severe. According to Jiang Mingjie's idea, Zhuang Lexian will at least lose the right to participate in this battle.

But what happened next surprised Jiang Mingjie and Yuan Dongyun.

On the side, the empty stands, which had just been corroded by the thick fog, actually recovered as before in a red light. Not only did the stands recover as before, but even the spectators above did not seem to have received any impact. They didn't even know what was going on. The shouting suddenly appeared and filled everyone's ears. On the disappearing stands, there were several people standing and cursing at Zhuang Lexian, pointing at Zhuang Lexian standing in the field, as if he was his father-killing enemy.

As soon as this situation occurred, Jiang Mingjie looked at the young waiter in the main stand at the first time. He saw a red light just back in the young waiter's body. Then his brows stretched out, and a smile appeared on his face again. He looked at Jiang Mingjie, smiling very brightly, without saying a word, he went back to the superior.

This situation has never happened before. Jiang Mingjie immediately frowned and felt a little impatient.

The scene that just happened was actually beyond Jiang Mingjie's understanding. Not only him, but Yuan Dongyun had never seen a similar situation. The stands appeared again in the red light, and the spectators on it also appeared again, as if the things just happened had never happened. If these were the tricks of the young waiter, would he say that he had the means to go back in time?

Jiang Mingjie did not think about these things at this moment. He was impatient and even a little angry. The young waiter did not punish Zhuang Lexian at all, and he didn't even say a word. His performance only showed one problem. Zhuang Lexian, who stood in front of them, was probably the person of the city lord. The city lord hoped that he would win the final victory, not himself.

Jiang Mingjie frowned tightly, holding the sword in his hand tightly. He no longer looked at the main stand, but placed it not only on Zhuang Lexian. The appearance of this man not only destroyed the hope in his heart, but also ravaged his persistence on the ground. The rules he had always followed were worthless in Zhuang Lexian's eyes, and even in the eyes of the young waiter and the city lord, they were worthless. He suddenly began to doubt the meaning of staying on the Colosseum. This place where the rules were completely controlled by others and the rules could be modified at will really bring freedom to himself?

The matter was already very obvious. The lord of Yongcheng, Chunhu, wanted him to die. He also wanted Yuan Dongyun to die, and they had to die.

"What should I do?" At this moment, Yuan Dongyun stood behind Jiang Mingjie and asked softly: "Fighting head-on, we must not be his opponent."

Jiang Mingjie let out a long sigh and whispered to Yuan Dongyun behind him: "Don't take the initiative, you and I will take a closer look. Wait for the next natural disaster and wait for an opportunity to act."

"Okay." Yuan Dongyun simply agreed. Jiang Mingjie was her master after all. It was thanks to Jiang Mingjie that Yuan Dongyun could live in the Colosseum for so long. Even under such circumstances, she never thought of not believing him.

The sounds appeared in the stands again, and vicious curses filled the entire Colosseum. The other spectators in the stands who had been frightened by a black fog before and immediately became unscrupulous when they saw this scene. They knew in their hearts that what the city lord would guarantee in the end was the interests of these spectators, not the rights of the contestants on the field.

With this understanding, the surroundings immediately became noisy again. Most of the voices were directed at Zhuang Lexian. Some people even stretched their bodies out of the stands, pointed at Zhuang Lexian and shouted loudly. Some people even threw the things in their hands into the field and threw them directly at Zhuang Lexian. For a moment, the Colosseum was noisy, and Zhuang Lexian's behavior immediately turned into the target of public criticism. His body was surrounded by things thrown by the spectators around him, including kettles, stones, and even a little sharp blade.

But Zhuang Lexian stood there, and the smile on his face increased instead of decreasing. He seemed to enjoy this process very much. The more people around him attacked him, the more excited he seemed to be.

"Hahahaha." Zhuang Lexian's smile became stronger and stronger, and finally began to laugh loudly, as if he had heard the most laughable joke in the world. When he turned around, the expressions on the faces of the spectators around him were fully visible. The more angry the expressions on their faces, the happier Zhuang Lexian was. He even began to grimaculate the spectators in the stands, which further aroused the anger of the spectators around him, and more things were thrown down.

Seeing this happening, Jiang Mingjie and Yuan Dongyun took a few steps back without hesitation. They had never seen such a spectacle. A contestant actually got up with the spectators in this way. However, while hind his legs, Jiang Mingjie and Yuan Dongyun were both vigilant. They didn't know what crazy actions Zhuang Lexian would do, and his words and deeds could not be considered by ordinary people.

"Don't just scold me, are you angry? Come on, come down." Zhuang Lexian looked at a spectator closest to him. The man's upper body almost stuck out of the stands, shouting loudly, saliva flying, and was very excited. But Zhuang Lexian looked at this situation with a smile on his face and said to him directly: "You come down and kill me yourself, jump down, you are one of the contestants, come down."

Zhuang Lexian said, walking towards the spectator. Black fog began to radiate all over his body, and the smile on his face remained unabashed, but the smile became more and more gloomy. He seemed to be shrouded in a cloud, and even the temperature seemed to drop wherever he went.

"You..." The spectator saw Zhuang Lexian coming towards him, so he was so scared that he immediately shut up, and then quickly shrank his body back until he returned to the stands, pointing at Zhuang Lexian and scolding: "Damn it, you just rot in the Colosseum! I want to pay for you torture in the Colosseum!"

Upon hearing this, Zhuang Lexian grinned again. At the same time, with one hand, a black mist pounced on him.

"Sher..."
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