"Even a fallen phoenix is worth less than a chicken. You might've been a divine beast once, but now you're just a beast. I could beat you to tears in a minute flat, you believe that?" Ye Hanxiao said with a kindly expression.
"The moment I stepped onto the arena, the match began. But let me make this clear first: if you try playing tricks like Situ Yaori did, I won't hesitate to beat you into a second brainless idiot!" Ye Hanxiao said seriously.
"Leave those people to me. Just make sure no one else comes out," Ye Hanxiao said with a smile.
"Dinner's ready!" someone shouted. The coachman opened the pot again, revealing several wild chickens smoked to a golden brown, their surfaces glistening with a layer of oil. They looked delicious.
Along the way, they saw nothing but broken walls and ruins. The Chu Kingdom of old had already fallen beneath the iron hooves of the Qin. Yingdu City, once incomparably prosperous, had become a wasteland.
"Send another one in." Cheng Jinzhou was in the middle of excitedly thinking about "wasting" his "energy" on a servant. These people had long since become hardened in the capital. There was no need to knock them into shape; as long as he established himself, everything would naturally fall into place.
How could there be other people here? And so many of them, too—at least a thousand. Ling Chuxi was both astonished and a little guilty.
Xiao Yi wore a mocking expression. Situ Yaori was far too skilled at slandering people—accusing others first to get ahead, and trying to swallow everything in one bite. What a crafty and despicable scheme.
Then he frowned slightly. The characters looked stiff, their strokes as forceful as iron hooks and silver lines, as if they could