I was hiding from gods and demons at the beginning, but it turned out that I was the boss

"Warning, the offender is asked to lie down on the ground. If he makes any unusual move, he will be shot on the spot!" A mechanized voice came from the venue.

The audience fell silent after being surprised, and quietly watched the victor who had just jumped up.

He was lying quietly on the ground with his back to everyone, and the emotions on his face could not be seen clearly.

Two managers wearing masks walked quickly into the fighting arena, came to him and asked a few questions.

Then everyone saw one of the managers take out a long black whip...

The whip brought ferocious malice and struck the victor one after another. After ten blows, the skin on the victor's back was ripped open and covered with blood marks.

Then the motionless winner was dragged by the two administrators and pulled out of the fighting arena...

The people in the stands were silent for a while before bursting into various sounds.

Some ridiculed the winner for not overestimating his capabilities, some said the casino management was too cruel, and some VIPs in the first row asked for a refund of the special request fees paid on the previous ticket...

Qingtian stared blankly at the deep red bloodstains on the fighting field. The red marks seemed to have streaked across her body, making her feel overwhelmed...

"Sorry, it's just a small episode. We will continue the second game in fifteen minutes. During this period, you can place your bets in advance to understand the situation of the players!" the host said with a smile.

Many people around him left their seats with smiles.

Seeing that Qingtian was still sitting in his seat, Luo Nai asked, "Sost? Aren't you going to see other people? Or should you stay and watch the fight?"

Qingtian turned around and asked him calmly, "Has something like this happened before?"

Luo Nai reacted for a second and mocked: "There have always been provocative and rebellious people in this world."

Seeing that Qingtian's expression was grim, he couldn't tell what Sost was thinking at the moment. I can only explain:

"They are slaves. It's good to be able to earn a living by fighting. Moreover, the treatment of the victors in the dungeon is not bad. It may be a bit better than that of domestic slaves outside."

Qingtian looked cold and noncommittal, and stood up to straighten the wrinkles on his pants.

"Let's go and go somewhere else."

On the other hand, Emir, who returned to the imperial capital of Shiran in the afternoon, embroidered pearls on Sunny's dress in his house after dinner...

The white wedding dress is dreamy and beautiful, and it sparkles after being decorated with first-class pearls and gemstones.

When the maid came in to deliver tea, she was slightly stunned.

It has been a long time since the husband personally modified the clothes... The happy time in the past when he and his wife made dresses together seemed to have been forgotten in the long river of time.

"Put it down and leave." Emil sat in front of the huge dressing table and glanced at the maid displeased.

The maid hurriedly put the things on the coffee table on the other side, lowered her eyes and said nervously: "Sorry. Sir... Madam's niece, Madam Anjuli, is here and is chatting with Madam."

Emil paused his hand, looked at her and said coldly: "Didn't I say that she is not allowed to have contact with Madam without my permission?"

The maid trembled slightly and explained: "Madam happened to be back in the living room after relaxing, and the two of them bumped into each other."

After hearing this, Emil put down the thread and pearls in his hands with a dark face, "It's getting late, Madam, it's time to go to bed."

After saying that, he left the workshop on the third floor and went to the living room.

In the living room on the first floor, a charming and sexy beauty who looked under thirty years old was lazily leaning on the sofa talking and laughing.

Sitting in the wheelchair opposite her was a thin woman with gray hair and a thin body. The woman was over seventy years old and already very old.

She looked at the beauty across from her quietly, listening to her talk about the recent romantic events in the imperial capital, how many beautiful clothes she had collected, how many hairstyles she had learned, and where she had been...

There was a time when she hated this niece very much. It should be said that she hates her now too, but not as much as before.

If you see too much and listen too much, you will become numb.

I even thought what she said was a little bit interesting...

The two were chatting when Emil suddenly appeared in the hall.

Anruli saw that he was smiling, and she complained and said coquettishly: "I haven't seen you these days, and I thought you had forgotten me. Why didn't you take me with you when you went to Mei Jing? I want to go there too."

Emil glanced at her coldly, warning her to shut up with his eyes, then walked to his wife's wheelchair, held her skinny shoulders and said:

"The autumn nights in the Imperial Capital are cold. Try not to go out after dark and go to bed early at night."

Anruqi, who was in the wheelchair, raised her hand and put it on the back of Emil's hand, smiling softly and saying: "I understand. It's indeed a bit late. Please push me upstairs."

Emil nodded, pushed the wheelchair and left the living room by the elevator.

Anruli, who was half lying on the sofa, pouted and looked unhappy.

Pretending to be a loving couple!

The elevator door closed, and the woman in the wheelchair turned cold. "You asked me to go to bed early, are you afraid that I will disturb you? In fact, I can't hear you from upstairs."

Emil lowered his eyes and said: "Don't think too much, going to bed early is good for your health."

"Why do I want to be healthy? Is it because I want to see my husband and niece fooling around at home?" An Ruqi looked gloomy and desperate.

Emil felt suffocated and said in a deep voice: "It was an accident that time."

"Accident? Even if it is an accident here, what about the merchant who bought the manor for her as a gift? Emil, I know I am old, but there are so many young and beautiful women outside, why is it Anjuli?"

"You know I hate women like her the most!"

Emil silently pushed her into the bedroom on the third floor. After closing the door, he whispered softly: "I'm sorry, maybe because she looks a little like you when you were young."

An Ruqi's pupils shrank, and her cloudy eyes slowly overflowed with color, showing both hatred and love.

She hates the injustice of God, why is it that she is the daughter of the Anru family and stops progressing when she reaches the fifth level of cultivation, while Anruli, who is ignorant, shameless and shameless, can cultivate to a high level and stay young forever... …

Seeing Emil taking off her shoes to make the bed, who was still handsome and upright, An Ruqi felt like a knife.

After all, love is worn away by time, leaving only the pain that makes people resentful and difficult to let go.

When Emil was making the bed, he accidentally noticed the wedding portrait of the two people more than fifty years ago on the wall behind the bed.

In the painting, two young people are holding hands, brimming with youth and happiness.

An Ruqi wore a white wedding dress like a blooming white rose, beautiful and elegant.

They were inseparable at that time, running the business together during the day, tailoring dresses together in their free time, and sleeping together in each other's arms at night...

They have experienced all aspects of love, including the emotions that later faded.

I don’t know since when, the two started to have cold wars from time to time, doubting and complaining about each other, and finally became more and more indifferent, becoming what they are today...

"Aqi, when I reach the divine level, I can learn the soul-changing technique. Do you want to change your body?"

This was the second time he proposed the idea, but was still rejected.