Artust rushed to Wen Lin and hugged her excitedly, "Wen Lin, we really won, we can leave alive,"

The remaining gladiators couldn't hide their excitement. With tears in their eyes, they looked at Wen Lin with gratitude.

They knew very well that without Wen Lin, this would be their burial place.

According to the rules of the Arena of Miletus, any prisoner, slave, or prisoner who has entered the arena for one year, as long as he wins on the celebration day, can obtain the status of a free citizen approved by the Golan royal family.

"Artust, we won,"

Wen Lin repeated it, smiling and congratulating.

But everyone was cheering for the victory, and no one noticed that her smile was a little reluctant, her physical strength was exhausted, and her body supported by the sword was shaking violently.

If there is another game, it will be difficult for her to continue.

And her subordinates have not yet been seen.

Wen Lin looked at the high platform again, this time, there was no Vicia on the high platform.

She withdrew her gaze, calmed her mind, and guided the infuriating energy in her body to travel throughout her body. She needed to make the best possible preparations for the battle that might start again at any time.

After a while, the gates in the arena opened again, and Mrs. Yaz stood behind the door.

Soon the people who were alive were escorted away, and Wen Lin was taken out alone and went to another passage.

Ivan's body was carried by Artust on his back. When Wen Lin looked back, Artust waved his arm forcefully at her.

Wen Lin's eyes were hot, she turned her head quickly before being noticed, her always calm expression was slightly broken, but only for a very fast moment.

Witnessing everything, Mrs. Yaz's eyes flashed. She looked at Wen Lin with a deep meaning and said, "Only the winner is qualified to make a request."

Wen Lin's brows were slowly raised, she swallowed the bloody smell in her throat, lowered her eyelids, looked at the iron sword in her hand, and remained silent.

It was a long passage. Wen Lin staggered behind Mrs. Yaz, holding her sword, trying her best to hide her weakness.

But in Mrs. Yaz's faster and faster pace, it was exposed.

The severe pain from her muscles made Wen Lin groan and kneel on the ground when she reached her destination.

Mrs. Yaz glanced at her, closed the door, and disappeared like a ghost again.

There was the sound of gurgling water in my ears, a faint white mist floating in the air, and the scent of medicinal herbs.

Wen Lin stood up slowly and looked around. She walked to the water's edge and was surprised to find that it turned out to be a pool of flowing warm water with some treated wormwood in the water.

Without thinking much, Wen Lin put down the iron sword, and poof~ immersed herself in the water.

The hot water stimulated the wound, causing bursts of stinging pain, but Wen Lin seemed to feel no pain, so she faced the wound directly to the water inlet.

After a short rest, her stagnant thoughts began to come alive again. Wen Lin stared at the white wound on her palm, and an uncontrollable smile popped out of Vicia's mind.

Smart, cruel, ambitious...

There is no doubt that Vicia has the gift of being a good monarch.

What will she do next? Wen Lin muttered to herself, and at the same time got up from the water and put on the loose burqa that was set aside.

She was so absorbed in her thoughts that Wen Lin didn't notice that the door was gently pushed open.

In order to avoid rubbing the wounds, Vicia specifically instructed the maids to prepare the softest and breathable clothes.

At this moment, Wen Lin was standing by the water against the light. She was wiping the blunt iron sword, and the light passed through the clear burqa.

Scattered scars are looming with her movements, full of sinful beauty, silently pulling out the dark evil thoughts in her heart.

Vicia's throat slid, she slowed her breath, and walked slowly towards Wen Lin.

And as Visia approached, Wen Lin's wiping movement stopped.

The moment Vicia was about to touch Wen Lin, she clenched the hilt of the sword and turned around, the icy blade lay on Vicia's white neck in an instant.

Zheng ~ A dull humming sound.

Both were a little surprised.

"Your Majesty," Wen Lin called softly, but did not move the sword in her hand.

Vicia didn't panic at all, she took Wen Lin's wrist slowly and rubbed it carefully.

There is a warm and smooth touch in the palm, like expensive silk, which makes people addicted.

"Your Excellency, I know in my heart that you will not hurt me,"

"Your Majesty thinks I will pity Xiangxiyu?"

"of course not,"

Vicia used force without warning, forcing Wen Lin to release the hilt of the sword, and then forcefully pressed Wen Lin into her arms.

The deepening blue eyes showed a successful smile, Vicia explained in a good mood,

"If anything happens to me here, the bishops of Golan will immediately raise the restoration banner. Neither you nor your subordinates can escape. You know this better than I do,"

Wen Lin pursed her lips and didn't say anything, her face was a little ugly, not because of Vicia's words, but because of her hands.

The cool temperature made her uncontrollably light. Trembling, Wen Lin struggled to push the person away, the heat and blush silently spread on the side of her neck and cheeks.

She avoided Vishiyachi. With naked eyes, he said solemnly, "This is His Majesty's new method?"

"I don't mind if you use it as a new means,"

"Shameless, what are you trying to do? And what does Mrs. Yaz mean?"

Wen Lin didn't buy it, her usual calm and vigilance interrupted the ambiguous atmosphere, and there was no trust in her eyes.

After a short period of contemplation, Vicia's face turned cold, looking at Wen Lin's regrettable and regretful statement, "Wen Lin, I never thought you and I would stand in a hostile position,"

The queen's skin was too fair, her blond hair flickered with fine shadows, and at this moment, her charming blue pupils seemed to be shrouded in mist before the sky broke on the sea. deep. enter.

Like an unknown new continent, people unconsciously indulge in it, to spy and conquer.