Crossing the Sauvignon Blanc

Towards afternoon, Yan Mo came to the open space, where more than fifty ragged and dirty little beggars had gathered. Baozhu leaned against a big tree not far away, with his arms folded across his chest, watching Yan Mo work with a gentle smile on his face. In Xiangliu's eyes, Yan Mo was like a gentle ray of sunshine, always bringing endless warmth to people. As long as someone treated her well, she would repay him. How could he not love such a girl?

The little beggars felt very uneasy. Looking at their clean and pretty sister, and comparing themselves to her dirtiness and messiness, they wanted to hide their torn arms and clothes behind their backs, as if this could save a little bit of their shattered dignity.

Yan Mo smiled slightly and waved to the little boy to come over.

"What's your name?"

"My name is Caogen. My mother said that I should live tenaciously like a grass root, no matter where I am, I must live." The little boy's eyes were firm.

"What a nice name. Where's your mother?"

"He was killed by bandits in order to protect me!" Cao Gen's face was full of hatred.

"Are you a god?"

"Yeah, a low-level God Clan. My parents are just commoners!"

"Do you want to take revenge by yourself? Just follow me, be loyal to me, and do things for me, and then you can take revenge by yourself in the future!" Yan Mo coaxed.

Upon hearing this, Cao Gen knelt on the ground and kowtowed vigorously, saying, "I am willing. From this moment on, I am willing to follow you, my Lord, with unwavering loyalty, even if it means risking my life!"

"It's not that exaggerated. Sister, as long as you lead this group of people well, you will be their leader from now on. If there are any problems that cannot be solved, come to me. Okay, you give them food first, and I will tell you what to do later!"

"Yes, my lord."

Yan Mo looked at Xiangliu in the distance and raised his eyebrows proudly. Xiangliu shook his head and chuckled, then gave him a thumbs up.

After everyone had their share of food, Yan clapped her hands and asked everyone to pay attention to her.

"Hello everyone, my name is Ah Jiu, you can call me Master Jiu. I called you here today to give you a choice. I plan to build a courtyard here to adopt homeless children like you. I will provide food and clothing, and I can also hire people to teach you how to read and write. Of course, I won't support you for nothing. I will regularly issue tasks and tasks. They are all simple, such as growing herbs, vegetables, fertile fields, etc. In short, if you want to get what you want, you have to work hard to get it. So, this house will be your future residence. I hope you can be more attentive. If anyone causes trouble, the charity hall will never take them in. Grassroots, please write down their names. If you don't have a name, come up with one yourself. Can you write?"

"know a little."

"Xiao Liu, come over and look after him! You and Cao Gen help measure their heights, and record their ages and races."

Xiaoyao almost didn't realize that he was calling her.

"There's one more thing everyone must remember. Here, there's no distinction between gods and demons. Everyone is equal. If I find anyone bullying the demons and humans by relying on their status as gods, you can get out! Do you understand?"

"I heard it!" Everyone's eyes lit up with excitement. Not only did they have food to eat, but they also had a place to stay. No one wanted to leave.

Then he invited the construction team and the cook, made all the arrangements, left Xiaoyao behind, and called Yun Zi to accompany him. Yan Mo and Xiang Liu then headed towards the nearest death arena in Central Plains.

There was a rare silence along the way. After a long time, Yan Mo finally couldn't help but ask a question that she had never figured out.

"Xiangliu, I've never understood why you were able to face the scene of the Death Arena calmly and even become friends with Li Rongchang after being imprisoned in the Death Arena for nearly a hundred years. Don't you hate them? It was the Death Arena run by their family that made you suffer for so long, spending every day in endless darkness and despair." Yan Mo's face was full of heartache. He took Xiangliu's hand and rubbed it gently, as if helping him to smooth out his past pain.

Xiangliu's expression didn't change much, he just said calmly: "If a person can't even face the pain of the past, how can he talk about the future? Everything in the past is a medal. Those who didn't kill me will make me stronger!"

Yan Mo may appear calm on the surface, but his heart is filled with a surging fighting spirit. Xiang Liu has his pride, and he also has the pride of capital. He has fought hard for everything he has, and no one can make him bow his head! He does not need pity or sympathy. No one can use his past weakness to destroy his inner will, because he has never been afraid.

Yan Mo smiled and looked at him, there was no more heartache in his eyes, because he no longer needed it.

"Sir, you are the most powerful brainwashing expert in the world. I admire you more and more. The longer I spend with you, the more open-minded and strong my heart will become. You are right. Only when you stand up on your own can you face the unknown future. The same goes for Xiaoyao. I only gave her a starting point. The only one who can really help her is herself. God helps those who help themselves."

Xiangliu touched her little head. In this world, she was the only one who truly understood him. How lucky he was.

Before midnight, they arrived at a remote death arena in Qingqiu. It was a remote place, surrounded by high walls, empty and quiet. The only sound was the eerie clatter of their own footsteps. Following a small path, they reached a tall iron gate. Fengfeng Bei grabbed the knocker and knocked rhythmically, and the door swung open. Holding Yan Mo's hand, they entered. Two hideous masks floated over them. Yan Mo, disgusted, pulled Fengfeng Bei away.

"I'm a germaphobe about things that have been used by anyone but you. Don't wear them."

Fang Fengbei didn't want it and was dragged away by her. He was in a very happy mood.

"How about you go and win a couple of rounds?" Yan Mo really wasn't used to this smoky, noisy environment. After all, she was a good girl. She leaned against the windbreak, her brows furrowed tighter and tighter. But she didn't want to disturb his interest either.

"If you don't want to play, just go to the Death Arena!" Fang Fengbei could see that she was unhappy.

"Yeah." Yan Mo agreed. She really didn't want to stay for even a second.

The sounds ranged from noisy to various curses and cheers, separated only by a high wall. Yan Mo was protected by Fang Fengbei and squeezed into the edge of a large round pit. The sour smell of sweat around and the bloody smell below were mixed and disgusting. Yan Mo was extremely angry in her heart, but she did not show it on the surface. Fang Fengbei could feel her injustice from her clenched hands. The demon slaves below were staring at each other, saying words that no one could understand.

Because it was too noisy, Xiangliu and Yan Mo could only whisper to each other

"What are they talking about?"

"Decide who will go out first."

"Are you sure the Death Arena's supervisor really doesn't understand?"

"They're not stupid."

"Haha, do they really trust you that much? Do you want to release some aura to reassure them? Or perhaps send a message? Is there such a spell?"

Xiangliu...

The two people below seemed to have finally reached an agreement. The smaller one seemed to look up in their direction unintentionally. Fang Fengbei nodded slightly, and the demon slave seemed to feel much more relieved.

Yan Mo was conflicted. Even so, he couldn't save all the monsters. If he wanted to put an end to the death arena, he had to unite all the monsters. Otherwise, it would always exist. The weak had no human rights, at least not in this era.

If the Death Arena cannot be resolved by relying on the promise of an emperor, they have to rely on themselves. Whether they can succeed depends on how determined they are.

“How many games per night?”

“Not necessarily, sometimes one, sometimes two or three.”

"So, monsters die every day, and new ones are captured?"

"Well, that's basically it. So a lone monster is very dangerous."

“Why not unite?”

"The human race and the gods like to live in groups. They inherit by blood. Maybe some of the human and god races are not strong, but they have more people and the cultivation methods are also inherited. The demon race cultivates on their own and respects strength. After transforming, they are defenseless and have pure hearts. Without professional teaching, well, they are at a disadvantage."

Yan Mo didn't know what he was thinking, he just watched the fight that had already started in silence. The small monsters looked weak, but they were very flexible. In order to deceive the death fighting field, they could not just put on a show, but had to fight for real. But at this time, no one blamed the other party. As long as there was a glimmer of hope, they would desperately grasp it. Half an hour was almost up, the big guy suddenly yelled and punched the small monster in the chest. The small monster spit out a mouthful of blood and completely "died". The big guy and Fang Fengbei exchanged a glance secretly, and walked towards the cage again. He no longer looked lifeless even if he won in the past. His straight back was filled with hope. He knew that it would be his turn next time.

Until the darkness before dawn in the second half of the night, a broken carriage carrying three corpses was heading towards the mass grave outside the city. Fang Fengbei and Yan Mo watched from afar in a corner.

"Bei, I've been working hard for you lately. Once I train a Shadow Squad, I'll hand this over to them. We'll have to take it slow in the early stages. One day, there will be no more Death Arena in this wilderness. I think it's best to settle them in the mountains behind Qingshui Town for now. Anywhere else will draw too much attention."

"How are you going to take them back?" Fang Fengbei asked in confusion.

"They won't wake up that quickly. Why don't you make a pact with them first? Put them into the space and unlock it when you get back. It's okay if you don't unlock it. Just don't let them discover the secret of the space. Not all monsters know how to repay a favor. When we have more people, we can buy a yard and use it as a transfer station. We can't be free every day, so we have to give others something to do.

Looking at the corpses scattered across the ground, Yan Mo turned and vomited violently. Although she was considered a powerful warrior, she had never experienced much war, let alone seeing so many corpses. She suddenly felt nauseous. Fang Fengbei quickly stuffed a life-saving pill into the mouths of the three monsters, muttering something, and placed a contract point between their eyebrows. He then quickly returned to Yan Mo and took her away.

"fine?"

"It's okay, I'll get used to it!"