In front of a huge screen, the battle between Yan Hua and Paul was being played.

But at the moment when the battle ended, a smile appeared on the corner of Ricky's mouth.

"This girl is pretty good at fighting at such a young age."

Seeing a group of veterans being shocked by a new recruit, Ricky snorted expressionlessly again.

After that, he sat there quietly without saying a word, but there seemed to be a hint of nostalgia in his eyes.

"Blood Prison, how long ago did that happen?"

"Ha, it turns out that if you live a lot of good life, you will lose your ambition."

The two sudden murmurs broke the tranquility of the room.

A guy who was as careless as ** came out of the dark corner, his tone seemed to be teasing, mocking and sarcastic.

Ricky didn't even give anyone a corner of his eyes and eyebrows, but his voice sounded faintly again.

"Yes, you have indeed lost your ambition recently."

The visitor paused and then continued to walk towards the soft sofa.

"Ha, it seems like you haven't changed."

Ricky's voice became cold and solemn: "I, it's not changed."

The visitor sneered: "Come on, look at you now, how could you be as sharp as you were when you were released from prison? Sure enough, time is just a pig-killing knife."

Seeing that Ricky stopped responding, the visitor couldn't help but speak again, trying to attract Ricky's attention.

"Hey, at least, my inmate rarely comes to see you, why don't you greet you warmly?"

Two games have ended on the big screen, and Yan Hua defeated his opponent with one blow.

Once again, no one was willing to stand up, Ricky then turned his eyes like a gift: "Welcome? It's not me who asked you to come."

"you!"

The person who came leaned back suddenly bounced up and glared at Ricky angrily, but saw the other party casually continue to stare at the big screen.

He lay back without any action, "Oh, what's the best thing about a group of minions? Do you want to have a conversation with me? We haven't had a fight for a long time, and I still miss you a little."

Ricky stared at the screen with his eyes and ignored him again.

The visitor frowned, stood up and walked towards Ricky, sat on his desk, and leaned towards Ricky: "Hey hey, what's so beautiful about you that you're so fascinated?"

As he said that, he joined in the fun and started watching.

At this moment, his flowing air became a little restrained, and a little seriousness appeared in his eyes.

When Yan Hua finished another blow in the game, there was a hint of solemnity in the voice of the visitor: "Who is she? Where is she coming?"

Ricky spoke again after a while with a look of his face: "The new recruit who has become a human, who has just been killed from the Blood Prison today will be sentenced to ten years in prison and will be released from prison for 21 days and 500 consecutive victories."

Ricky's brief words pointed out all the important information about Yan Hua.

The person who came was obviously very surprised, and his expression changed from solemn to exaggerated shouting: "Damn! No? Which royal beast is going to make trouble?"

Ricky glanced at him, not wanting to talk to this mentally retarded person, not wanting to be contagious.

The visitor seemed to be accustomed to Ricky's attitude, so he immediately restrained his emotions and watched the battle on the big screen carefully.

"Her figure is floating and her face cannot be captured?"

"Hey, I said, boss, your monitoring quality is not good, is it too old to replace it?"

Ricky lit a cigar with interest, took a light sip, and spit out a series of smoke rings before he said: "That is the effect of her passive talent awakening."

The visitor widened his eyes: "Passive talent? Is it really the royal family?"

Ricky didn't answer.

The visitor suddenly stood up, walked a few steps in the room, and turned his hands on Ricky's desk: "Boss, I'll go play and explore her depth, how about it?"

The excited light in the eyes of the visitor made Ricky see through his thoughts at a glance.

He looked at the big screen calmly again, and then spit out a series of smoke rings again before speaking: "Bond, go, don't hurt her. I still have the use of this seedling."

Bond curled his lips: "Can you believe me? OK, you look for that bunch of trash to test, and you can't even take a single move from her. What can you try? Look at me!"

As he said that, he had already turned around and left with great strides.

Anyone could tell that his hands were itchy when the excitement emanated from his whole body.

Ricky stared at Bond's back and shook his head.

"It looks quite like it. I thought I couldn't tell that you just found a new toy. I was eager to try it and snatch it?"

On this side, after Bond left, the room returned to silence again, with only the flashing screen, and the neat moves that Yan Hua was not gorgeous but hit in one blow.

......

On the other hand, Yan Hua solved the eighth wheel battle, and silently recovered his vitality when no one was willing to come out.

Eight games, eight moves.

It's not tiring, but it's consumed.

Compared to those who have been queuing up, she still suffers.

In order to maintain her best condition, she must use every minute and every second to keep herself at her peak strength so as not to capsize in the gutter.

While she was waiting for someone to come to the ninth scene to find abuse, a careless figure appeared in front of her.

No one could see how he appeared, including Yan Hua.

But after he appeared, no one could ignore it.

Yan Hua was thinking about where this gangster-like little white face came out? What is his identity?

Paul next to him spoke first and “remind” her excitedly and nervously.

"Bon, Your Highness Bond, why are you here?"

Bond Station had no standing posture and glanced at Paul with a squinted look, then "tsk" sounded.

"Look at your cowardly look, don't talk to me, I don't know you."

When Paul heard Bond's words, he froze and then retreated into the crowd with embarrassment.

It shows through practical actions what it means to be "sad to fade."

Yan Hua shook her head when she saw it. Unexpectedly, that man with a big waist and round waist was still a pure guy?

The obvious worship in his eyes was smashed to pieces by his idol.

Bond was too lazy to pay attention to the trash guys.

Now, he could only accommodate the five-meter-high and young guy in front of him who was suspected of being a royal bloodline.

"Hey, what's your name?"

Bond asked on his own initiative.

Yan Hua stood firmly and replied in a military posture: "Lu Yao."

Neither humble nor arrogant, nor do you mean to flatter and please.

Bond raised his eyebrows and his eyes became more interested.

Paul just called him His Highness, but he didn't believe that she didn't hear it.

When I heard this, I knew that he was a prince and I still didn't take it seriously.

Haha, hahahahaha.

"interesting."

A slutty smile appeared on the corner of Bond's mouth: "These are so rubbish. Why not talk with me?"

Bond showed a charming smile, but Yan Hua was unmoved.

Bond:...

Bond received no response, so he simply attacked Yan Hua.

"If you can walk fifty moves under my hands today, I can give you a drop of my blood."
Chapter completed!