ah...!

A shrill scream suddenly sounded.

The villains who had their hand tendons and hamstrings broken were unable to resist at all. They were knocked down one after another, and one after another... they were torn into pieces.

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Extraordinarily bloody.

However, no one showed mercy.

Even the timid maids were looking directly at the tragic situation.

The slaves had no fear, but instead felt unprecedentedly happy.

Once upon a time, when they faced ferocious beasts, they were helpless and wanted to cry.

Heaven is so easy to reincarnate, no one will be spared by Heaven.

We should also let those evil people feel... what despair is.

...........

Soon, the howl of the Colosseum dissipated.

The Lord of Skull Island left, accompanied by his men on the road.

Depressed, melancholy and frightened... were their expressions before leaving.

Having raised wild beasts for most of my life, I would never have thought that I would become the food of wild beasts.

Retribution, this is naked retribution.

............

The bad guys are on their way and things are not over yet.

Zhao Yun is clever and a good prospect for finding treasures.

That day, he pried open the treasure house of Skull Island.

What you see is gold and silver treasures, as well as mountains of food.

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All moved away.

The slaves were very energetic and ran back and forth between the treasure house and the ship.

Zhao Yun was not idle either. He grabbed a handful of banknotes and stuffed them into his arms. Then, he also found a good sword and a big bow in the Skull Island Master's Hidden Arms Pavilion.

In addition, it is a good thing called a telescope.

The road home is very long, so it is necessary to be well equipped.

............

Night falls.

More than a dozen large ships set sail from Skull Island.

The boat was loaded with food and property.

That is the life savings of the owner of Skull Island and his ancestors.

They were professionals in making wedding dresses and fulfilled the needs of the slaves they captured.

"Child, the ship has docked, what are your plans?"

At the bow of the boat, the thin old man came up with a smile, holding a jug of wine in his hand. He hadn't had a full meal in years, and he hadn't tasted wine in many years. No matter how much he drank, he didn't get drunk.

Many other slaves are like this.

A jar of good wine was drained by them.

You're free! Don't celebrate.

"Go home." Zhao Yun smiled.

Home?

Hearing this word, the thin old man's smile took on a meaning of vicissitudes of life.

He has been a slave for most of his life, being sold back and forth by wealthy men.

As we get older, our memories become blurry.

Having left home when he was young, he had already forgotten what his hometown looked like.

The night wind was puzzled and made him burst into tears.
Chapter completed!