Peerless concubine pharmacist

Chapter 315 Blood Mist

"You're lucky, my sister has very few personalities." The young master of the Lan family said in a low voice now.

"It's a pleasure to meet you." Luoyue nodded slightly, unable to see clearly the expression of the person behind the veil.

Then he looked towards the arena, and his eyes flicked past Zi Nian, who was also looking at Miss Lan's family!
Could it be that he was eager to look at his fiancée's appearance...

This idea suddenly popped up in Luoyue's heart.

In the arena, the war horse neighed, and the metal sound of weapons colliding suddenly entered the ears. Both of them tried their best to fight against each other.

This is the meaning of betting life. No one dares to be distracted, let alone fool or even cheat.

The two fighters do their best, alternating between the wind and the wind, and the climaxes are fascinating.

Look, the lady in the tall skirt on the stand in the highlight is already screaming for it...

Alas!hit!hit!The sparks from the weapons burst between the two, as if they were both wearing dazzling light spots, every detail, every movement, even every drop of sweat, every look in their eyes was clearly visible...

Kacha, Kacha, as if after a thunderbolt, the silver gun fighter and the long sword fighter passed by, and a bloodstain spread, blocking people's sight...

The screams of the people were insignificant now, and the blood was a symbol of victory.

With a clatter, something fell...

When the blood spread, and when the two fighters were standing on one side, people could see clearly that it was an arm of the silver gun fighter!Split by the long sword and scattered on the ground, the bloodstains had already fallen on the helmets of the two fighters a lot, dotted like rain, and a sweet smell of blood began to spread.

Some people greedily breathe this smell, addicted!Addicted!That's the feeling, that's the smell!People obsessively slow down their breathing...

All of this was not enough, the bloody broken arm could not be unaware of the last blow of the silver gun knight, holding the silver gun in his left hand, adjusting his posture, and straddling the horse again!

How many people held their breath, their hearts almost stopped beating, at this moment, because this would be their last blow!
Either death or nirvana!
Click, click!
There was another sound of metal, more blood stains, spreading out like fog, people saw a person through the blood fog, the head fell to the ground, peeping rolled down a few meters away, and then stopped motionless...

A stronger smell of blood, a quieter moment...

Ulla, Ulla...

The audience cheers!
The blood mist faded, and the silver spear warrior and him rode on the horse with his broken arm. The horse next to him became a headless warrior, who swayed a few times, and fell to the ground with his body...

The armor is still there, the flesh and blood are separated, there is only cheering, no crying, no sympathy.

One dead one injured, wonderful performance!
Carrying away the corpses, seeing off the winners, the waiters washing the blood on the ground with a hose, people eating popcorn and drinking soda, talking eagerly like watching a play, looking forward to the second game...

This is the grand scene of the arena.Week in and week out.

……

At the end of the game, Miss Lan stood up and walked towards the stands.

No one knew that what she liked most was not the process of wrestling, but the moment when the waiter cleaned up the blood.

"Is there any man my sister is interested in?" Mr. Lan didn't know what Miss Lan was looking at. He looked down and saw men and women of all colors, all dressed in fancy clothes, looking towards the stands from time to time.

(End of this chapter)