Chapter 840

He seems to be a little weak.

There was a flash of silver in the white man's hand. Although Fu Tingyuan sidestepped to hide, he was still scratched in the corner of his eye. With a Shua, the blood flowed down the corner of his eye.

"Ding --" a sound, the knife in that person's hand was kicked by Fu Tingyuan and flew out, inserted on the floor on one side.

The cold light reflected from the knife made Yan Qingfeng look ugly.

He could see clearly that if Fu Tingyuan had not dodged in time, his right eye would have been abandoned.

Nero's boxing ring is very irregular, or in order to increase the visibility and playability, he allows each player to bring his own personal weapon, sometimes a dagger, sometimes a silver needle hidden in the fingertip, or simply do the hands and feet on the belt of shoes, put all kinds of offensive tools in it, in order to win by any means.

No matter how powerful Fu Tingyuan is, he can never avoid those plots every time.

The wounds on his face and body accumulated in this way.

The white man was knocked unconscious by his fist and didn't wake up for a minute. Cheers broke out again.

This is already the 10th player to fall in this Oriental player.

When a black player played again, Ronan turned around and walked out.

She crouched to one side, hugging her legs and burying her face in her lap.

Yan Qingfeng came over and leaned against the wall behind her.

"Nero won't allow him to win all the time, and he can't win all the time. He needs him to lose a few games properly so that he can earn all the money that those people put on him

"He didn't promise him that before, just a few games a day to finish. But because of your existence, he needs to earn more money for you, and he has to work for Nero when he runs into Nero. According to the truth, he can't really be threatened by him. Let him do this, and unite with Nero to make a fake attack. Who do you think is it for

"Sooner or later he will die on the court. No one can live here for a year. When you look at him now, do you remember what he used to be like? "

"No more." She covered her ears, but she still couldn't cover the cheers that broke out in the ring. She remembered the cold and cold eyes of men on the high platform. On the ground, either they were killed or killed. Sooner or later, Fu Tingyuan would fall down there.

And was killed by one of the players.

No matter how strong he is, he can't be strong forever.

There may be something more powerful than him.

Maybe it was a miss.

He'll never get up.

She was cold with thought. In fact, all the injuries he suffered were due to her.

She remembers that when she first came, he didn't have as many wounds as he does now.

But later, she didn't want to eat instant noodles every day. In order to improve her food, he gradually had more places to hang lottery tickets on.

And now, it's black and blue.

What she ate here every day was replaced by Fu Tingyuan.

Ronan couldn't bear to think of it.

She doesn't really need to eat well and dress well. She just needs him to be good.

However, in such a ghost place, even peace is a luxury word.

"Why did he come here?" Ronan's voice was hoarse. Her face was still in her lap. Her voice was dull. "What happened to him in England? What did you do to him?"