Pampered Beasts: Beautiful Actress, Many Children, Many Blessings

Seeing Junsong flee in a sorry state, the crowd cheered excitedly again, as if they had seen the dawn of victory, and were so excited that they could not contain themselves.

For some reason, Xixi's heart also started pounding wildly.

She could tell that Cao Nu was no match for Jun Song. Although she didn't know Jun Song's methods, Cao Nu's two falls were by no means accidental.

At this moment, if he wanted to, Cao Nu would probably already be a corpse, but he allowed the other party to chase him, only dodging in a sorry state, and never made a move again.

Occasionally, he would stop to say a few words to the other party, but Cao Nu would only continue his pursuit with red eyes, which had no effect whatsoever.

Jun Song's voice wasn't loud, and the arena was too noisy, so Xi Xi couldn't hear what he was saying at all, but there were always people who could read lips to help translate.

"This kid is still trying to persuade Cao Nu to surrender. Doesn't he realize who's chasing whom? He should ask us first before he can get Cao Nu to surrender!"

Finally, Jun Song couldn't escape in time. The scarf wrapped around his neck was grabbed by the other party. Driven by inertia, Jun Song's head was getting closer and closer to Cao Nu's palm. It could be seen that Cao Nu had frozen his palm, just waiting for the other party to crash into him.

It is foreseeable that if the impact is solid, the result will be a brain splattering.

Many people have already started celebrating, excitedly jumping for joy and dancing with glee.

Even Xixi couldn't help but widen her eyes, staring intently at the arena below, her body already standing up and leaning slightly forward.

At that critical moment, Cao Nu collapsed with a thud, his raised hand slamming onto his forehead. In an instant, his brains splattered, and he was dead beyond any doubt.

Even at the moment of his death, he was still tightly clutching Junsong's scarf.

Seeing Cao Nu's tragic death, Jun Song was clearly stunned. It wasn't until he had less and less air in his lungs that he snapped back to his senses and desperately tried to untie his scarf.

Unfortunately, no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't pry the other person's hand off. At the critical moment, an arrow shot towards him, and by sheer coincidence, it hit the scarf. With a ripping sound, the scarf broke, and he fell to the ground, panting heavily.

With Cao Nu dead, the arena quickly announced the end of the match, and the winner was undoubtedly Jun Song.

Soon, a group of people poured in from both ends of the passage and quickly carried away the corpse of Cao Nu.

As he stood up, he quickly hid the arrow that had been shot into his sleeve.

He didn't know who shot it, but if it weren't for this arrow, he would probably have been strangled to death. In any case, this arrow saved his life!

After carefully storing the items close to his body, he slowly walked out of the arena, but his steps were noticeably heavier than before.

Along the way, many unfamiliar faces congratulated him. A newbie chicken who was not favored by everyone was able to defeat the grass slave who had won ten battles in a row. This could only mean that he was a master!

Skilled fighters are always respected in the arena.

Of course, while some people congratulated him, others criticized him, saying he was lucky, that his victory was unfair, and even demanded that he fight again to prove himself!

Ke Junsong never stopped, neither thanking anyone nor arguing with anyone, and just kept walking towards the casino.

He looked around blankly, as if searching for someone. Finally, when he saw Xixi, his calm eyes flickered, and he quickened his pace and ran over.

But as he approached, he hesitated, his steps unconsciously slowing and becoming lighter, and tentatively asked, "You...you placed a bet, didn't you?"

His tone carried an uncertain probing, as if he was particularly afraid that the answer she gave was not what he wanted.

Without teasing him, Xixi kicked the mountain of crystals piled up beside her. "Hey, congratulations! You won with a one percent chance of winning. Here are ninety thousand high-grade crystals."

"Nine...nine thousand?" Jun Song was clearly not expected that his odds would be one to one hundred, which showed that neither the onlookers nor the arena had high hopes for him!

He shook his head self-deprecatingly, "It's far beyond what's expected!"

He then looked up, smiled, and thanked Xixi. "The arena prohibits participants from placing bets themselves. If it weren't for your help, I really wouldn't have been able to win so many crystals. As agreed, we'll split the winnings in half. How about we each take 45,000?"

Xixi smiled and shook her head, "No need, all 90,000 is yours. After all, my bet wasn't 900, but 1,800! 900 of it was for you, and the other 900 was because I believed in you. I've already earned what I deserved, and this is what you deserve!"

"You think I'm good?" Jun Song was filled with disbelief. Before and even during the competition, he had heard too many sarcastic and discouraging words. Of course, he knew how little everyone thought he was good, but now there was someone who told him that she thought he was good!

"Yes, I won't miss a money-making opportunity that's been handed to me! So, I gritted my teeth and bought an extra nine hundred!" Although Xixi said it so casually, Junsong knew that nine hundred high-grade crystals was no small amount.

"You're very strong, extremely strong!" Xi Xi affirmed. Her energy level was comparable to Sikong Hongyu's, only slightly weaker than hers, so of course she was very strong!

Although it was meant as praise, Jun Song's eyes showed no joy, but rather a hint of pain. "I don't want to kill him."

Xixi knew that this "he" referred to Cao Nu, who had just died at his hands.

Based on his performance in the arena, Xixi suddenly understood why he was reluctant to end the fight when he clearly had the victory in his grasp. It wasn't, as the spectators said, that he was deliberately toying with his opponent or everyone else. Rather, he didn't want to kill his opponent; he wanted to make him admit defeat so that he could win the match without bloodshed.

He probably wouldn't have fought back unless his life was hanging by a thread.

Cao Nu's death seemed like an accident, or more accurately, a suicide. Knowing that there was no possibility of winning, he ended his life in despair, ultimately dying because of the talent he was so proud of.

"You don't need to blame yourself. It wasn't you who killed the grass slave, but the rules of the arena!" As she spoke, she stood on tiptoe and pulled off the scarf around the other person's neck, searching through it. "Where are my arrows?"

"Did you save me?" When the female's soft hand touched his sensitive area, Jun Song subconsciously shrank his neck. When he heard the word "arrow," his eyes widened even more.

He clearly hadn't expected that the little female in front of him would save him in the critical moment. After all, Cao Nu had just fallen to the ground, and everyone, including himself, was a little dazed. But she noticed his condition and promptly offered her help!

Could it be said that she had been watching him ever since he stepped onto the stage? So, her words of comfort just now were not just casual platitudes, but rather she genuinely believed that the death of the grass slave was not his fault, but rather that the rules of the arena were flawed?