Fast Transmigration Soul Stitching

The bed in Fuluoting is generally placed in the center of the room, and the outside refers to the side by the window.The noble family is big, and this is only the private property of the young master of the Antalya family. As far as this room is concerned, it can be called empty.With the curtain closed, people could see the moonlight clearly, not to mention that Shen Molu could see things at night.

He propped himself up and touched Xian's face, his own breathing could be heard in the empty room: "You don't want to go?"

Xian nodded: "Yeah."

Shen Molu thought for a while: "I'm not going to send you in, how could I be willing to let you fight those beasts, just to please those boring nobles?"

Xian pursed his lips and called out in a low voice, "Master."

Shen Molu brightened: "Why have you fallen in love with this title recently?"

"You are the master, I am yours..." Xian turned over and told Shen Molu this sentence.

Shen Molu patted him on the back: "Well, you are mine...I am yours too."

Xian felt his heart beating fast, and the slave brand on the back of his neck was also heating up...how could it be, but he already got it, didn't he?Still want more what to do...

"Master only wants me...he only wants me far away." Buried on Shen Molu's neck, his voice was soft, but his tone was very certain.

After hearing this, Shen Molu thought of Feng Yuan who was still in prison, and was inexplicably jealous. This is: "Yeah."

When Xian got the answer, his original mood became clear instantly, and the corners of his eyes were obviously upturned: "So that person is a family member?"

"Well, it's a family member." Shen Molu didn't expect that he had a pretty good memory, so he also replied with the corners of his eyes bent: "Go to sleep, and keep your energy to watch the theater tomorrow."

Xian didn't respond, and put his arms around Shen Molu, his deep voice was right next to his ear: "Me too?"

Good boy don't talk too much, Shen Molu pulled out his hand and patted Xian's head, the empty room only had two whispered conversations.

"No."

Xian's eyes darkened, he pursed his lips, and was about to do something to let his master know that he was also very capable, when the person in his arms said something that made him fly to the clouds.

"...It's a lover." Shen Molu affirmed: "It's not a family member, it's a lover."

Xian licked the back of his neck with bright eyes, and the tickling and unexpected attack made Shen Molu make a depressing short but sweet voice, which was especially clear in the empty room.

Shen Molu covered his face and turned his back to Xian, but his whole body was surrounded without leaving a single gap.

"My love..." Xian closed his eyes and fell asleep with Shen Molu.

It's a lover and a family member, they don't want you, all you need is me...

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The escape of the slaves in the Colosseum had a great impact. Many nobles regretted the cancellation of the Dance of the Beasts. It seemed that after the convening, the slaves selected by their families could survive three rounds and be sent to the Holy Spirit. Temple is the same.

However, because there was a vacancy in the middle, today's event was particularly lively. The ring-shaped Colosseum was full of people, and even some commoners came to watch it. However, only the nobles had seats, and everyone else only had standing tickets.

The Colosseum occupies a very wide area, and this huge building can accommodate nearly tens of thousands of spectators.

People of the first three classes can see the performance of the struggle for survival among the slaves here, and those who fight with the beasts have to fight until one of them dies.

Shen Molu and Xian did not sit with Will on the noble seat, but mixed into the phalanx of the common people.

Above the noble seats, there is also a place specially reserved for the king. Now the slightly fat and lucky king is eating grapes and watching the duel between slaves and several jackals in the central performance area.

According to Shen Molu's instructions, Xian has already walked around the common people's standing seats, and Shen Molu himself has also walked around, but the main focus is on the interior layout of the Colosseum.

The so-called Archbishop borrowed the Colosseum to directly apply the Breaking Formation, soaked in blood every day, the formation already has the basis for activation, coupled with the arrangement in the temple and the belief of stealing, and their own means of guarantee, said Maybe it will be able to successfully activate the magic circle.

At that time, the void-breaking formation will unfold, and the entire Colosseum will be exposed to the turbulent flow of space. Those two people will use their own cultivation and magic weapons to escape into it, and then they will continue to do their evil ways in the cultivation world, killing people's lives and living happily .But the people who are ten miles away from the Pokong formation are afraid that there will be no bones left.

But the key points of the magic circle are all hidden in the field, and Shen Molu has to find a way to get in.

This time there were nearly a hundred slaves, both commoners and nobles were very eager, and there were crazy shouts all over the place, especially in the standing seats, which was deafening.

Shen Molu and Xian found a place at the back. With his eyesight, he didn't need to squeeze to the front, and the guardrail in front was so low, it was quite dangerous. If he didn't pay attention, he would be squeezed down by the people behind.

At this time, there was a burst of shouting in the field, and the first game finally started.

A tall slave and a thin slave were pushed out together. The two had to face a lion at the same time. If both survived, a winner had to be decided among them.

A tall slave should be favored by his master, and he should eat well before going on stage, but if he is thinner, no one will look at him.

The lion is an old face who has been starved for several days. It knows that there is his food here.

The vicious beast circled around the two of them, trying to wear them down, but its prey didn't play its cards according to common sense. The tall slave jumped up and landed on the lion's back, bowed with both hands, and kept dropping its fists.

The thin one circled around the crazy lion, trying to help, but the one on the back kept drinking him away.

There are no weapons in the arena, and all they can rely on is their own fists.Either the beast collapsed to the ground, or the two were swallowed.

The battle continued, Xian stood up, and walked forward through the crowd. Shen Molu glanced at him and followed him: "That is... someone you know?"

"Well, they are brothers." Xian lowered his head and suddenly whispered, "Can you help them?"

There is no law in the world of demons and goblins, and the world of comprehension is even more cruel and ruthless. Originally, this kingdom needs to develop according to the normal trend. One day in the future, slavery will be abolished, but now... Shen Molu nodded: "Yes." Human nature is always suppressed. Buried in the bottom of my heart.

But most importantly, probably the person asking for help.

However, Shen Molu's answer was still beyond Xian's expectation, he asked puzzledly, "Why did you agree?"

Saving people may not be successful, but self-protection is more than enough.Both options are simple.

But he chose the latter... Xian somewhat regretted asking this question.

Shen Molu still didn't find the two evil figures, so he pointed to the sky and said to Xian: "This world has its rules, and unless it is about to shatter and perish, outsiders will not be allowed to act recklessly in it. So we I took a carriage all the way to Wangcheng instead of flying here."

"I can't use my strength to deal with the bishop, and the bishop can't blatantly arrest the people he needs to sacrifice to the magic circle. So he controls the king and some nobles as his messengers in Floratin, and I try my best Sabotage, as long as we have that speed and... push him across the line. We can send them to prison."

Shen Molu chuckled: "You don't know even after I told you, so why explain it to you?"

After saying that, he looked around and saw that the king didn't see the bishop, nor the maid that day, so he felt confident and bold when the tall slave punched him heavily, and at the same time, an invisible sword energy quickly crossed half of the fighting beast. field, hit the raging beast.

The lion roared unwillingly, and finally softened to the ground, and the audience shouted again, which was worse than before.Everyone in the audience was cheering for the winner, for that amazing punch, but the slave didn't have any joy of victory on his face, but heaved a sigh of relief.

As long as both of them survived, his only brother could survive.

The thick gate of the Colosseum was pushed open, and the people on the field quickly dragged the dead lion down. No matter what method the slave used, as long as he died, the honor of this battle belonged to the slave owner.

The weapons for the duel are provided by the master. The tall slave has a sharp knife in his hand, while the thin one has only the rusty curly blade of the Colosseum.The cheers in the arena were even higher. They wanted to see how the weak slave was dying and how it was slaughtered like a sheep.

Shen Molu and Xian were probably the only ones watching all this indifferently.

To prevent this battle, he probably entered the arena by himself, taking advantage of the two evil ways to set up formations, and demolished the Colosseum first!

Shen Molu looked at the thin slave who had retreated to the edge of the field, shaking his head and crying. Everyone else thought that the slave was afraid, but Shen Molu knew that he didn't want to do it, but his brother would help him!

Very simply, Shen Molu jumped off the seat.

The audience around him first exclaimed, and then quickly passed on what happened here to others like a tide, and then Xian also jumped down.

He wanted Shen Molu to help, but he didn't say that he would fight in person. What if he got hurt? !

"..." Xian looked vigilantly at the two people holding the murder weapon, protecting them behind him, Shen Molu couldn't laugh or cry.

"I invite three rounds!" Shen Molu shouted towards the top of the stands.

There will never be a shortage of theatergoers in the world. Even though the two of them are neither commoners nor knights, nor do they have enough respect for the bishop, the surge of shouts stimulates everyone's nerves. It is impossible to quit, but Shen Mo Lu still looked at the king's position indifferently.

The king was stunned, and instead of Shen Molu, the voices of war all over the venue pressed him.

The author has something to say:

Shen Molu: The course of a society is decided by the people themselves, don't worry about it.

Mo Yuguan: When will you promote the same-sex marriage law in your hometown.

Shen Molu: Let's talk about the overthrow of slavery...