Dressed as the regent's palm

Chapter 80 You can bend your waist for five buckets of rice!
inside the field.

When the lion took a step, the ground trembled three times.

Right now, Qingyange is like fish on the chopping board, ready to be slaughtered.

Oh no.

To be exact, he was slaughtered by a lion.

Qing Yange gritted her teeth, exhausted all her breastfeeding strength, and finally felt a little sensation in the fingers of her right hand.

She focused all her internal energy on her right hand.

She had to swing this fist when the lion approached and was about to bite off her neck in order to save her life.

She held her breath and waited for the lion to come.

Finally, the male lion stopped at Qingyange's side. It opened its mouth, sticking out its tender tongue, and gradually approached.

The moment Qingyange felt a wave of wetness on her cheeks.

Her eyes slightly opened.

This is the time!
She waved her big fist without hesitation.

I saw that the male lion was punched three meters away by Qingyange, and with a whimper of "嗤呜~", the male lion closed its piercing eyes.

In an instant, the audience boiled up.

Everyone applauded Qingyange's wonderful punch.

It is simply a character who turns his hands into clouds and turns his hands into rain, turning things around!

Qingyange blinked her eyes.

She set her eyes on the male lion who was knocked out by her punch.

If she understood correctly——

Just now, the lion didn't seem to want to bite off her neck, but licked her cheek?
In other words, is the lion showing favor?
But she punched the lion unconscious!
Another smear of remorse welled up in Qingyange's chest.

This lion who had finally subdued, I'm afraid that because of her punch, he will hate her again!

"Warrior No. 18! Warrior No. 18, are you okay!" Just as Qing Yange was immersed in endless regret, he suddenly heard a voice of concern from far to near.

Qingyange raised her eyes and saw a middle-aged man in a gray robe with a benign face, running over in a hurry.

He beckoned to the people beside him, and soon two guards came forward and helped Qing Yange up.

"You are?" Qing Yange looked at the middle-aged man in front of him in disbelief.

Someone actually doesn't wear a mask in this underground trading market!

Even the two guards who supported her were wearing them.

The middle-aged man said with a smile: "I am the manager of this Colosseum, you can call me Iron Manager for the No. 18 warrior."

After finishing speaking, he raised his eyes and yelled at the two guards: "Why are you still standing there, help the NO.18 warrior to the lounge!"

"Yes." The guard replied.

Soon, Qingyange was brought to the lounge.

She sat on the soft bed, feeling her consciousness recovering a little bit, she was slightly relieved.

Fortunately, this body is strong and strong, and there is nothing serious about it. Most people probably have broken several ribs.

"No.18 warrior, do you feel better?" Tie Guanshi asked with a smile like a spring breeze.

Qingyange rubbed her head, pretending to be distressed, and said: "Oh, I suddenly feel so hungry after this fight, it would be great if I had a plate of roast chicken."

Steward Tie immediately understood, and said coldly to the young man who came with him, "Hurry up and prepare a plate of roast chicken!"

Qing Yange squeezed her shoulder again, and said weakly: "If someone came to give me a massage right now, it would be great to soothe my muscles and bones."

Tie Guanshi ordered without hesitation: "Quickly call two maidservants to massage No. 18 warrior."

"Oh, although there are roast chickens and massages here, I still feel that something is missing~" Qing Yange frowned, thinking hard.

"What's the difference?" Tie Guanshi immediately smiled.

The corners of Qing Yange's mouth curled up, and the long eyelashes covered the light in her eyes, "I think it's still missing cherries, red bayberry, fish gelatin snow lotus soup, lotus seeds and bird's nest porridge..."

Qingyange reported the names of countless dishes in one breath, and the face of the iron steward became gloomy a little bit.

He gritted his teeth and said, "I'll serve all the dishes that the No. 18 warrior said just now!"

Qing Yange nodded in satisfaction, and she said cheerfully: "Okay ~ Manager Tie, what do you want to talk to me about?"

Ever since the Tie Guanshi suddenly appeared, Qingyange knew that this person must have something to ask for before he took the initiative to come to her.

That being the case, she was not polite to Guanshi Tie, and it was only natural to make a small request.

Seeing that Qing Yange was so knowledgeable about current affairs, Tie Guanshi's face softened a bit, and he smiled again, "I see that girl, you are very skilled, can you stay and be our No.18 warrior?"

At this time, the massage maid was already in place, and Qing Yange was lying comfortably on the soft couch, enjoying the ultimate massage.

She squinted her eyes and hummed softly, "I only signed for this game."

The iron steward persuasively persuaded: "No. 18 warriors, in fact, we are treated very well in the Colosseum. After a game, you will get 100 taels of silver. If you win, you can get an extra 300 taels of silver. Many people will never earn it in their lifetime!"

Ah.

She didn't come for an appearance fee.

In order to participate in betting and earn high odds.

She didn't know the strength of the others, so she decided to play in person.

This fate is in your own hands, which is the most foolproof choice.

Qingyange half-opened and half-closed her eyes, and said lazily, "But today I almost lost my life~ I'm afraid I have money to make, and I won't spend my life~"

Steward Tie smiled quickly, and said with a kind face: "No. 18 Warrior, why you were injured just now, we all know clearly, in the end it was because you couldn't bear it and didn't use all your strength, otherwise the lion wouldn't be It's here!"

Qingyange was unmoved.

Tie Guanshi went on to say, "No. 18 Warrior, I usually give 100 taels of appearance fee to others, but because you are a talent, how about I give you 500 taels of appearance fee?"

500 taels? !

That's a lot of money.

Qing Yange's eyes opened slightly, staring straight at Guanshi Tie.

Tie Guanshi took advantage of the victory to chase after him, and continued: "Besides, if most people buy you to win in a certain high-odds game, and you deliberately lose on the field, then I will share one-third of the money you earn." how?"

"You mean to play fake matches?" Qing Yange raised her eyebrows, her tone raised a bit.

Tie Guanshi shook his head, and quickly corrected: "No, no, this is just a necessary means of profit."

Qing Yange asked: "Then tell me, how much money can you make in this kind of competition?"

Steward Tie approached slowly, whispering a series of numbers in Qingyange's ear.

I could only see the light in Qingyange's eyes getting brighter and brighter.

Finally, she nodded without hesitation, "Deal!"

An hour later.

Qing Yange and Gongsun Ye reunited.

"What? Princess, you said you want to continue playing games?!"

Both of them said in astonishment.

(End of this chapter)