Extra.Chapter 9

Ling would not insult herself or flatter these so-called royal nobles.

He will never go to find brother Mo again, because the man probably died on the fighting platform of the slave farm many years ago. However, Ling still took the task assigned to him.

"Ling, there are many things in the world that are not what you think. You will find them gradually."

Ling put on a mask, looked into the mirror and said, "Oh."

ISAD, speechless, said, "what is your reaction?"

Erin said, "what should I do when I turn my head?"

Said was speechless.

He and Ling looked at each other for a while, then admitted defeat and said, "well, you're going well."

Ling laughed, tilted his head and said: "don't worry, my action has always been very smooth."

He has never failed, in the past, in the present, or in the future.

After many years, the prince mojiahua, who had been killed in the fighting field, finally returned to this place.

Prince mojiahua didn't come alone this time, but accompanied by the most powerful nobles and ministers in the area, he entered the slave area which had not yet been cleared. In the words of his highness, he just wanted to understand the people's feelings.

Ling is changing in the rest area backstage.

Today, there will be no less than ten sets of matches before Prince mogawa, and he will probably choose the guards he needs from them.

After all, it is rumored that the relationship between Prince mogahua and his father, his majesty mulans, is not particularly good. Prince mogahua has begun to insert his own people and form his own army from all aspects.

The slave farm, on the other hand, is a natural place to find dead men.

Of course, it's just the grapevine. Ling doesn't know.

However, he can be sure that the people above would not tease so many people with a message.

Most of the fighters in the competition are pure fighters. Only three or five people at most are the agents of Huazhijie with special purpose and identity.

Ling is one, and there are several others, but Ling doesn't know who those people are.

Most of the killers on the other side don't know each other.

"It's your turn." Said Edward leaning against the door.

Ling took a look at him. As she passed by him, she said softly, "Sir, you seem to pay too much attention to me."

Said said with a smile, "I've always been very concerned about you, but you just don't see it."

Ling raised her hand and went out with her back to Edward.

"I believe you can come back to him," said Isard at the back? How about we make a bet? Ling said, "I believe it."

No one can be stronger than his * *.

When he understood the insult and abandonment that the card with a lot of money in it meant, he would like to grab megawatt and spend his face.

Ling went on the stage. He was wearing a traditional fighting suit, which was very thin and transparent. It was tightly attached to his body and outlined the perfect curve of his body.

Ling has been playing less and less in recent years, and there are more and more opportunities to go out to perform tasks. However, Ling is still a fighter under the slave field. He has his own fan base and will keep the frequency that the audience will not forget to appear on the field.

Today, in fact, many people are aiming at him.

"Oh, oh, Ling!"

"Ling Mei ren'er, you are the strongest!"

"Kill him!"

"I love you, ouch!"

There was a loud noise of cheers and voices.

Mojiahua's eyes fell on the tall, muscular and beautiful teenager in the middle of the fighting platform, dressed in gray clothes, and had some interest.

I don't know why, when he saw this young man, he felt a strange and familiar feeling, which was like an ant scratching his heart.

"Who is he?" murmured to the man next to him

A nobleman nearby said with a smile, "he ah, his name is Ling. He is a resident fighter here. His winning rate is very high. He has been fighting here since he was seven years old. He was beaten at the beginning, but no one can beat him any more. If your highness is interested in him, I will send someone to bring him to you after the game is over."

"Yes," he said, nodding

The noble master was surprised. He was surprised in his heart: among all the fighters before, the ones who were beautiful were not without them, the ones who were good-looking were not without them, and the ones who were better than Ling were also without them. But Prince mojiahua didn't show any satisfaction at all.Why did his highness mojiahua make a reservation before Ling Gang appeared?

This is really strange.

What's the special charm of Ling?

Noble master thought, the next has started the game.

Ling this time does not intend to retain strength, delay time.

His fighting skills are with the intention of killing each other step by step, not like the way in the ring, but like the unique skills of soldiers killing one person on the battlefield!

Fast accurate ruthless, after a few moves, Ling's opponent is lying on the ground, full of blood, can't stand up.

Mo Jiahua's eyes slightly a Lin.

He rose to the cheers of the crowd.

"Your Highness, how..."

"Bring him to Wang and the game goes on."

Ling didn't see him in the lounge of the slave farm as he thought before, but was directly taken to the palace.

Ling didn't know what he was thinking all the way. He was dazed and felt that today seemed to be spent in a dream, and he is still in the dream.

"Here we are. We can get off." Someone said.

When I got out of the car and looked at the tall, gorgeous and royal building, I couldn't help but find my own insignificance.

Ten steps a sentry, soldiers patrol everywhere.

Ling couldn't help but think that if he had assassinated him tonight, he would have to die with him.

"You can take a bath first." A servant said, "Your Highness doesn't like the strange smell of people around you. However, don't let your highness wait too long. Your Highness's time is extremely precious."

Ling nodded and did not speak, went straight to the room where the servant pointed to him.

Ling took a quick shower with cold water.

When he came out, he found that the servant had taken his clothes.

It's a pure white, slightly transparent silk robe.

This kind of robe was very popular with the upper class aristocrats of the Western dawn Empire, but they probably would not wear them themselves, but would let their lovers or warm bed people wear them.

Ling's face suddenly turned blue and white.

The first time he had that kind of dream, he dreamt of the man who was touched by big hands all over his body, but he just knew that the man was megahua.

Since he had the memory, he has only loved such a person, and only thought of such a person.

However, it doesn't mean that he will be a man's favorite.

Ling felt a little humiliated, and there were many aristocrats who wanted him to have sex for a while, but they were all rejected by him.

He is not because of reserve, but because he still fantasizes in the bottom of his heart that one day he can meet with mojiahua again, and then he slowly and patiently let him fall in love with him, and offer his whole self as a sacrifice to his beloved.

Ling closed her eyes and couldn't help laughing bitterly in her heart. Admit it, you are clearly longing for mojiahua to embrace you and possess you. Why do you pretend to be reserved now?

But because he treats you as a warm bed plaything, what is your fault?

Don't forget what your mission is.

When Ling opened her eyes, it was already quiet.

He put on his robe, which could hardly cover anything, took the mask on again, walked gracefully through the long corridor full of servants, and knocked on the closed door under the implicit or explicit gaze.

"Come in." Someone said.

Ling could tell that it was not the voice of mojiahua, because it was totally different from the memory. There was always some indifference in his voice, and there was no such tenderness from nature.

The door is not locked. It can be pushed open with a push.

Ling entered the door, he saw that in the magnificent room, mojiahua and another young man were getting together. They did not know what to discuss.

When he came in, their discussion did not end, and no one looked up at him. Megawatt's eyes were always fixed on the light brain in front of him, while the young man next to him was looking at megawatt.

Although Ling was at a loss, he didn't feel flustered. He just stood there, closed the door behind him, and didn't make any sound, waiting for the call of mojiahua.

“…… On the other side of the northwest line of defense, we still need to replenish our forces. The shivelle empire is a bit out of breath recently. I think... "

In the middle, the soft voice fell.

Mojiahua subconsciously looked at Gu Yuan, but found that Gu Yuan's eyes fell in the direction of the door.

Then he looked at his eyebrows.

"Which servant prepared his clothes for him?" It is clear that megawatt is not satisfied.

Gu Yuan shrugged his shoulders and said with a smile, "maybe it was the noble master who made it. You have to understand that he always thinks about everything with his brain circuit of harmonious movement."Gu Yuan said, lowering his voice: "but your highness, you are not young. It's time to think about getting rid of the ten finger girl."

Megahua glared at him and said, "that's all for today. Go down first."

Gu Yuan whistled and Shi Shi ran walked towards the door.

When he passed Ling, he whispered in his ear, "behave well."

Ling replied, "yes."

Gu Yuan stopped for a moment, looked at him for a few seconds, and then left here.

There are only two people left in the room, namely, megahua and Ling.

He pushed away the retractable table in front of him. There was nothing in front of him.

He sat in the wide leather chair, hands clasped, with his eyes that could not see any emotion, he looked up and down at Ling, who was better dressed than not.

"Come forward." He said.

Ling Yiyan walked forward for a distance, stood ten meters away from the mogawa, and stopped.

"Go further," he said

Ling stopped three meters in front of mojiahua.

"Take off your mask, I want to see your face," he said

Ling took off her mask, and a beautiful face that could almost be described as gorgeous appeared in front of him.

I want him.

This is the only thought of the moment.

Therefore, his highness, who always did what he wanted, did the same thing.

He patted himself on the leg and said in a voice that was somewhat bewitching: "sit here."

Ling's face, which was always silent, was full of surprise for a moment.

"Why, no?" He asked, squinting his eyes.

Ling lowered her eyes again, shook her head, and came forward and sat obediently on her leg.

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