Chapter 572 Are you from Wei?

Kuncheng is the second prosperous city in Yan State, but the prosperity is the rugged unique to the desert, which is very different from the gentle and elegant style of Xingling in Wei State.

Most of the streets in Kuncheng are places of elegance, but Jun Yuli naturally would not take Su Qi to visit the Qinlou Chuguan, so the places they go to are limited.

The streets and alleys are bustling.

Jun Yuli held Su Qi's hand, walked in the troubles of the world, and saw the prosperous scenery, but there were only each other in his eyes.

At this time, a child in rags and dust suddenly ran towards Su Qi and Jun Yuli.

The child looked thirteen or fourteen years old, very thin, dirty hair and clothes, dark skin, flustered eyes, and dragging iron chains on his feet, and running very hard.

And behind him was someone from the arena chasing him.

"Boy! How dare you escape? I won't catch you and go back to feed the tiger!"

The strong man in the lead said angrily, waving a long whip.

In addition to fighting between people, there are also beasts in the arena of Yan State. Rather than fighting beasts, they are often feeding beasts.

People in Yan are fighting and like to watch exciting fights, so there are tens of thousands of fighting arenas in Yan. For those nobles, blood and screams seem to give them great pleasure, and the despair of the weak struggling under the claws of monsters made them deeply fascinated.

When the black and thin child turned around and looked at the strong man in the arena, he accidentally tripped in front of Su Qi.

He reached out to hug Su Qi's shoes, but when he saw the exquisite embroidery and precious pearls and jade decoration on Su Qi's shoes, he stopped his hand and dared not touch it.

"Save...save me!" He had no strength to get up and could only struggle to ask Su Qi for help.

However, Su Qi did not respond at all. She just frowned and glanced at the person on the ground, without moving her steps away.

The child's eyes gradually dimmed, and his eyes were full of self-deprecating. In Yan State, there were fugitive slaves in the arena almost every day, and people died under monsters every day. Who would care more about this little business?

What's more, the more powerful and wealthy they are, the more indifferent and cold-blooded they are.

When Jun Yuli saw Su Qi stopping, he naturally stopped.

The person in the arena, who saw the child stopping, sneered and whipped him.

He had a arrogant and harsh attitude, and he had no regard for Su Qi and Jun Yuli, who were also under his whip.

The child on the ground felt a stream of spiritual power attack, and his hair stood up all over his body. Suddenly, he seemed to have made up some decision and stood up suddenly and blocked the whip.

With his block, Su Qi and Jun Yuli would not be at risk of being hit by the whip.

However, the child's imagination of burning pain did not come.

Instead, I heard the painful cry of chasing him.

He was stunned for a moment, and only then did he realize that the two people blocked by him had disappeared.

He suddenly turned around and saw the arena thugs chasing him all fell to the ground.

The woman in red, with a petite figure, was playing with the whip she had received from the thug.

"Are you a Weiguo?" Su Qi looked back at the child.

Seeing Su Wei's face, the child was stunned, his eyes full of stunning.

After reacting to Su Qi's question, he was even more excited: "Yes. I am a Weiguo! My benefactor, are you a Weiguo?"

He saw that Su Qi dressed in Weiguo style.

Su Qi said "yes" lightly.

She didn't want to care about this child at first. After all, there were many slaves like him in the Colosseum, and countless cities in the entire Yan Kingdom, big and small.

Even if she takes care of it today, she will still have it tomorrow, and she will still have it after she leaves. The status of a slave in Yan State is equal to that of a livestock, and this is true for people in troubled times that of a Taiping dog.

This is not only the cruelty of the nobles of Yan State, but also the sorrow of the troubled times. Other vassal states do not have a arena, but there are countless sorrows like this.
Chapter completed!