Hai Hongyi looked Ling Luoyu with strange eyes: "Did these two people really come from... Zhou's family?"

Although he is a slave, he looks timid and sloppy.

But for some reason, he felt like he couldn't speak.

This feeling is not good!

Bach's eyes flashed a few changes in an instant—

His original intention was to borrow the unruly and unruly of Ling Luoyu and Liao Feng to teach Bai Buliang and Hai Hongyi a lesson.

But who knew that Ling Luoyu completely refused to accept the challenge!

Just borrowing a tiny effort to make a huge effort, he threw the key to the problem into front of him.

For a moment, he was caught off guard.

After standing quietly for a few seconds, he suddenly smiled: "Two, I will bring you to the Death Bird Hall to meet the elders..."

"We said, follow the arrangements of Mr. Ba!" Ling Luoyu still smiled so honestly: "What do you say, what do we do, Liao Feng, right?"

Liao Feng had not figured out Ling Luoyu's path yet, but when asked, he had to cooperate very much: "Yes! Mr. Ba arranged it himself..."

"You asked them to meet the elders?" Hai Hongyi narrowed her eyes: "But you said... they were not at the arena! Bach, do you want to tell me that you want to recommend them to be our Yan family's guards!?"

"It's good to be a guard, it means you have more strength, and it's more interesting and exciting to play..."

Bai Buliang was even more excited, as if he had been injected with chicken blood.

"I tell you, if you don't have the strength, I'm not happy if you want me to do it for nothing..."

Liao Feng quietly looked at Ling Luoyu, with a speechless look on his face-

Let him do it in vain?!

What is this to do?

Years of experience tell her that this is definitely not a good thing!

I really don’t understand why Ling Luoyu wades into muddy waters!

Bai Buliang suddenly took action, and one hand was used to clamp the shoulders of Ling Luoyu and Liao Feng: "Bach, that's it. These three guys, together with them, go to the arena!"

Without saying anything, he pushed the two behind Hai Hongyi and stood with the seven or eight slaves.

Liao Feng frowned: "We... don't care, but my daughter is still injured and can't go to the arena..."

"Die early and late, all of them are dead. Is there any difference between dying in the arena and dying outside?"

Bai Buliang interrupted him impatiently and waved to the back.

"Come, bring the gambling license!!"

The guards of the Yan family behind him hurriedly approached and held the box above in both hands.

"Bach, don't say we bullied you... Come on, you choose first, you choose after you choose, we choose again!"

Bach frowned and looked at Ling Luoyu and Liao Feng with a deep look.

——With the cultivation of these two people, you can control your winning or losing as you wish!

If they want to win, others can’t win!

But the key question now is, do these two people want to lose or win?

After hesitating for a moment, he suddenly took the square box and walked towards the two of them.

"Two... which one should I choose?"

This sudden scene made the people around you look at each other-

It's really news!

The dignified Yan family guard boss actually asked the two slaves, should they lose or win?

Especially Hai Hongyi, the look at the two of them was more intriguing.

In the square box, there are wooden signs of black and white.

White is the winner, black is the lose.

Ling Luoyu's fingertips casually slashed in the square box: "If you lose... will you die?"

Bach narrowed his eyes: "…in principle…will!”
Chapter completed!