Chapter 1377 Abuse of Female Slaves?

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"I, I have already won, what else do you want from me?"

Lidya's charming eyes widened, and she started to panic again.

What do you mean the fun has just begun? Does this damn perverted devil still want her to fight?

Come on, are you kidding me? !

Wang Yan naturally ignored Lydia's reaction below and raised his hand to stretch to his side. Lord Chihuo immediately understood and handed a small bottle of unpleasant-tasting recovery potion into his hand.

This was what Wang Yan asked Lord Chihuo to buy just now from the crowd around him. In the previous battle between Lord Chi Lie and Wang Yan, the recovery potion used by Chi Lie was of the same type, but the level was different by who knows how many levels.

Just like the earth's superpower world provides essence for superpowers, there are also professional warlocks or wizards here who specialize in refining magic potions, and this business is a quite large industry in the brave and ruthless world of hell. .

For example, blue liquid is a magic potion for restoring magic power. The red liquid is a life medicine that stimulates the activity of physical cells, replenishes physical strength, and treats injuries.

For example, the dim yellow potion purchased by Lord Red Confusion for Wang Yan is a compound recovery potion aimed at restoring magic power and injuries. In comparison, the price is also relatively expensive.

The vial in Wang Yan's hand now is the minimum dose, about fifty milligrams, and is usually worth about fifty to eighty silver coins.

Of course, this is also because this kind of medicine is the lowest and of the worst quality. Otherwise, medical medicines with slightly better efficacy would be worth several, or even hundreds of gold coins, and some are even so expensive that they require magic crystals. coins to purchase. Those high-end potions are naturally not affordable for ordinary people.

Although low-level recovery potions have limited recovery power, they are better than nothing. Some poor mercenaries who exchange their lives for money often rely on this low-level recovery potion to hang on.

"Drink it and you still have ten minutes to rest."

After Wang Yan said this, he threw the small bottle of recovery potion towards Lydia below without any intention of seeking her opinion.

Lydia reached out to catch the recovery potion, her whole body was shocked.

"You, you, you, how could you do this? You are abusing a female slave, do you know? I have just finished fighting, and you let me rest for ten minutes before going out to fight. I, I will die of exhaustion!"

Lydia did not have the consciousness of other slaves, so she immediately shouted out all her inner grievances and depression.

"Oh, dying of exhaustion? I see that you are very energetic now." Wang Yan said disapprovingly, "If you are worried about exhaustion of energy, then learn to save magic power and control every magic. I watched the battle just now , almost half of your power has been used for useless work. As a magician, it is simply ridiculous that you can't even do this skill and control. "

Wang Yan's venomous tongue made Lidya blush.

She, the inheritor of the earth's top magic system, was despised by a hell lord, which made her proud and proud.

But before she could make a move, Wang Yan threw all the four hundred gold coins he had received with interest into the arena.

"Who else? If you defeat this slave girl, the four hundred gold coins will be his!"

As soon as these words came out, the atmosphere became heated again.

That was four hundred gold coins, twice as much as before!

In the great city of Flowing Fire, a couple from an ordinary family could only save seven or eight gold coins a year. Now it was 400 gold coins, enough for an ordinary couple to work hard for fifty years!

If you were a slave, these four hundred gold coins would be enough to buy several very good female slaves and put them in your harem.

What's more, the human slave girl Lydia in front of her defeated the strongest slave gladiator in the arena, the ogre Abron Giantmaul. It was obvious that she was exhausted and her strength was weakened. It was obvious at a glance that she was at the end of her strength.

Whoever has powerful slaves now, just wants to go out and beat them casually, wouldn't it be equivalent to picking up this huge sum of money for nothing?

Such thoughts quickly filled the hearts of most of the onlookers, and many people were already fighting over whose slave would go on stage first.

"I, I, I, I want to challenge!"

"Bah! Is it just you? Your slave is just a piece of rubbish and is he worthy of being in the arena? Get out of here and stay out of the way!"

"What did you say? My slave is trash? What a big statement!"

"What? Not convinced? Let's have a competition!"

"Compete! I want you to understand that your slave is worse than trash!"

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Soon, the huge arena was actually divided into several small areas. Some onlookers who had conflicts all asked their slaves to make a profit, in order to determine who would pinch Lydia's soft persimmon. .

The entire arena suddenly became very lively. Almost everyone wanted to see such a big fuss. Wang Yan did not stop him. He just said that he only had ten minutes and when the time was up, everyone had to get out.

Now with his strength and identity, what he says is the law and the imperial edict. No one dares to disobey it. On the contrary, these participants are happy to abide by the rules Wang Yan randomly sets. They play how Wang Yan says they want to play.

This may also be the difference between the hell world and the earth world.

The only rule that needs to be followed here is the will of the strongest. The residents and creatures living here don't think there is anything unreasonable. Instead, they think this is a matter of course.

"My, my God..."

Lydia looked at the slave gladiators fighting in pairs around her, her eyes widened.

She did understand that hell was a crazy, disorderly, chaotic and warlike dangerous world, but how chaotic and warlike was it? Now she has seen it.

"This, these people are crazy!"

Lydia felt a headache, and she couldn't care so much at the moment. She quickly shrank to the corner of the arena, drank the unpleasant recovery potion, tried to restore her magic power, and accumulated strength.

At this time, she had no other choice. If she hesitated any longer, she would be at risk of her life.

Wang Yan looked at her and raised his mouth with great satisfaction.

No matter real life or cruel war, it will not make people happy. So people who are in trouble have to be sensible and accept their fate and current situation. Only in this way can they have a chance to change the status quo.

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Just as the underground black market arena was in full swing due to the arrival of Wang Yan and others, a large ship as luxurious as a cruise ship was silently speeding along the ground, facing the scorching sun, thousands of miles away from Liuhuo City.

In the luxurious and magnificent cabin hall, the Red Demon King sat majestically on the throne.

His three sons, Chi Lie, Chi Gu and Chi Yan, all looked gloomy and sat at his feet.

The four of them were silent for a long time, and the atmosphere became more and more solemn.

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