Dozens of corpses were dragged out of the fighting arena by soldiers, leaving streaks of blood on the grass.
Immediately afterwards, ten more prisoners were brought into the fighting arena.
This time it was different. There were ten swords placed on the grass in the fighting arena.
Each of the ten prisoners picked up a sword and quickly gathered around to form an all-round protective formation.
An expert can tell at a glance that these ten people are all martial arts practitioners.
The fighting arena finally aroused Nangong Mei's interest. She wanted to know which master would fight these ten people.
Luo Ming's cold voice sounded at this moment: "Nangong Mei, go in."
Nangong Mei suddenly turned her head to look at Luo Ming, only to see his narrow eyes looking at her playfully, not jokingly.
Nangong Mei knew that this man would not let her go so easily! Even if she was his former "lover".
She looked at the ten people who were waiting in the fighting field, and asked calmly: "I can always bring a weapon?" If it were with bare hands, even if she was agile, she would still be seriously injured if she didn't die!
"It's up to you." Luo Ming looked at Nangong Mei in his eyes without any tenderness, only looking at the indifferent indifference of someone who didn't care.
Nangong Mei casually took a sword from a soldier's waist and walked into the fighting arena with an indifferent expression.
The fighting arena is also known as the fighting arena of life and death. As long as you walk in, you must kill all your opponents before you can come out, otherwise you will be killed by your opponents!
With thousands of eyes watching, there is no chance of cheating.
Nangong Mei, she can only have a chance to continue living by competing with the ten captives for the right to live.
A killer specializes in killing people. But dealing with ten skilled people at the same time and even retaliating before death is terrifying.
The soldiers were surprised to see Nangong Mei walking into the fighting arena alone, but then they cheered!
The clamor shook Jiuxiao.
When the ten prisoners saw only Nangong Mei walking in, their nervous expressions relaxed slightly.
The soldier closest to Nangong Mei said kindly: "Girl, this is not the place you should be! Get out quickly!"
The sharp sword reflected a dazzling luster in the setting sun. In just a blink of an eye, the sword in Nangong Mei's hand broke the prisoner's neck. She looked coldly at the man with wide eyes who still couldn't believe that he was about to die.
: "To underestimate one's enemies is to sacrifice one's own life."
The man fell straight down on the grass, and the green grass was dyed red with blood before the other prisoners reacted. They quickly distanced themselves from Nangong Mei and shouted loudly: "Be careful with this woman! Her skills are very powerful!"
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Tension permeated the grassland again, and the remaining nine prisoners looked at Nangong Mei cautiously.
Luo Ming, who was sitting in a high position, looked coldly at everything that happened in the fighting arena, with a sneer on his lips: "Interesting." The killing was about to start. Under the crazy attack of the prisoners, Nangong Mei was taken away accurately with every sword.
A life.
Blood was constantly dripping from the tip of her sword. And with the blood mark on her body, she was like a Shura who came from hell, coldly harvesting the lives of others.
Grabbing is her most convenient weapon. And the sword can be used with ease!
After all the killing, only two people were left in the entire fighting field.
Nangong Mei and a prisoner who no longer have the courage to fight.
The prisoner's legs began to shake uncontrollably. After yelling desperately, he raised his sword and rushed towards Nangong Mei.
"See you." Nangong Mei said coldly, letting the sword in her hand fly out and stab the prisoner's chest accurately.
All the soldiers had only one sentence in their minds right now: This was a gorgeous massacre. The killing was imminent. Under the crazy attack of the prisoners, Nangong Mei accurately took away a life with each sword.
On the steaming water, bright red rose petals rippled with circles of water.
The maids who were supposed to help Nangong Mei bathe were coaxed out by her, and she stayed here alone to clean the blood on her body.
A crystal clear water flower suddenly bloomed on the steaming water, and a beautiful and charming face emerged from the water.
Her dark hair stuck tightly to her back, and her beautiful eyes were strangely cold.
As a murderer, she should have been used to seeing life and death, but when she saw the captives falling at her feet one after another, her heart was trembling inexplicably.
Is it because they all wear the same clothes as Shangguan Ziyan or is it because they are afraid that one day Luo Ming will use the same method to deal with them?
If this is the case, what should she do? Should she die or kill him?
The maids only left her a vaguely revealing thin shirt. It didn't take much thinking to know that this was Luo Ming's intention.
She threw the thin shirt on the floor, pulled down the curtain in the bathroom, and simply wrapped it around herself.
When Luo Ming saw this, he didn't get angry. He raised his index finger and asked Nangong Mei to come to him. He gently ran his fingertips over her smooth neck and raised a playful arc at the corner of his mouth: "The more you resist me, the king
, but I want to conquer you!" He reached out to the back of her neck, pulled her in front of her, and blew hot air on her charming face.
Nangong Mei did not retreat, but took the initiative to take a step forward. Her lips were close to his lips, and there was only a millimeter distance between them. Her red lips opened slightly, and she was as angry as silk: "Luo Ming! I will never forget you.
!" She will never forget the humiliation he brought her!
Her smooth jade hands wrapped around his neck and gently brought her lips to his.
Since she couldn't change it, she just obeyed his wishes. Her body was no longer clean, so why should she care about it this time or twice.
But her first man was Shangguan Mu Shao, and she was already satisfied!
She wants to go to Wushan with him, and when he is satisfied, she wants to take back all the humiliation from him!
Luo Ming, however, did not respond to Nangong Mei's kiss, letting her cold lips and smooth tongue spread all over the place.
This was the second time that she took the initiative to approach him, and she was still conscious, but he suddenly pushed her away.
Nangong Mei, who was pushed away, looked at him with a smile like a flower, her beautiful eyes slightly narrowed, with a soul-stirring charm: "What? You don't like it?"
Luo Ming looked at Nangong Mei coldly. He couldn't tell what the woman in front of him was thinking, but just now he almost fell into her kiss. He hated this feeling! Very disgusted! He asked: "What happened earlier?
Day, who drugged you?"
"Is this important?" Nangong Mei walked into Luo Ming again, drawing small circles on his chest with her slender fingers, "I only know that this makes me the prince's woman."
Luo Ming looked at Nangong Mei's charming face and could no longer look away. This woman admitted that she was his for the first time!
Inexplicably, there was damn joy in his heart.
"Nangong Mei, you can't get any benefits from me." He grabbed her restless hand and warned coldly.
"I just want to give you what you want." She pressed a kiss on the corner of his lips, and her other ungrabbed hand slid restlessly into his clothes, wandering around freely.
"That's enough!" He grunted, wrapped his arms around her slender waist, and pressed her under him.
He hates this feeling! This feeling that he can no longer control his desire because of this woman! It makes him lose all reason and turn into a beast.
However, he couldn't control it. He fell for her again and again.
He has no time to pay attention to her intentions. He just wants to conquer her beneath him! Conquer her body in various shapes and forms, and conquer her cold and heartless heart!
The night wind blew off the leaves one by one, and after a gorgeous dance, they returned to the warm embrace of Mother Earth.
Shangguan Ziyan listened to the prisoners talking about the thrilling killings in the fighting field at dusk, and the expression in his charming eyes became more and more complex.
He looked at the flames dancing in the tent and whispered softly: "Nangong Mei, who are you?" Are you an enemy or a friend?
On Yi day, Nangong Mei got up early and prepared washing supplies for Luo Ming.
As soon as the sky cleared, she called out in a voice that was soft but enough to be heard: "Your Majesty, it's time to get up."
Luo Ming frowned slightly, but did not open his eyes. His two thick eyelashes were still on his eyes.
A sneer appeared at the corner of Nangong Mei's lips, but she said softly: "Since you're already awake, why bother getting up?"
After being entangled, they each slept on their own side. Although they both closed their eyes, she knew that he had not slept all night, and she wanted to wait for him to fall asleep, but she didn't wait until dawn.
Two people who sleep in the same bed, but guard each other all night long, how sad this is!
But she won't give up. Since he wants her to be his lover, she will get it back from him twice as much!
Luo Ming slowly opened his narrow eyes, sat up and said coldly: "Why did you stay up all night?" He was guarding against the bloodthirsty fox next to him, because her sudden initiative was too much for him.
Reassured! But more importantly, she brought him the pleasure of being in heaven. His blood was still boiling after closing his eyes. But he would never admit this!
Nangong Mei laughed sarcastically: "Your Majesty knows it all! Why do you need to ask more?" She wanted to kill this man, which was probably the most difficult thing among all her tasks!
Luo Ming stopped looking at Nangong Mei and waved his hand: "Go out and wait. You are not allowed to come in again without my order." He needs to catch up on his sleep!
Nangong Mei put the water on the stool aside, shook her head and walked out gracefully.
Luo Ming didn't summon Nangong Mei to change his clothes until noon, but this personal maid not only had to serve him, but also served him food!
Nangong Mei stood aside, watching Luo Ming slowly eating the sumptuous meal, and the anger in her heart surged.
Luo Ming placed the empty silver wine glass on the table and said coldly: "Pour the wine."
Nangong Mei picked up the small silver flask with her slender jade hands and poured out the jade liquid in it.
When the wine glass is full to the rim, it stops rising, and only one more drop will overflow.
After pouring the wine, Nangong Mei stepped aside and blended in with the servants expressionlessly.
Luo Ming frowned slightly and drank the wine in his glass. For some reason, he hated the submissive look of the arrogant Nangong Mei.
He knew her coldness, her cold and bloodthirsty yet soft heart.
But she will never be the kind of woman she is now who can be ordered around by others!
Her patience made him feel that she was no longer her at all!
Perhaps the suppressed anger in her heart was vented on the fighting field.