My Crown Prince Consort Is a Firecracker Chapter 3: One hundred and fifty-eighth

Chapter 1712 3.158 was pitted!

I don’t know what these mentors think in their minds?

The students who thought they would definitely be pitted again, when they were in an authentic tavern in Onka City, their expressions became a little weird.

"Do you think the instructor would be so kind?" the little fat man asked eagerly.

"Don't you starve us to death if you don't eat?" Qi Xuanxuan said irritably, "Only after we have eaten can I have the strength to continue training and continue fighting."

"That's true." The little fat man settled and nodded.

Turning his head to look at a plate of meat buns brought up, his stomach was so hungry that he was beating, and there was a series of noises immediately.

"Eat it." Qiao Mu took a bun and handed it to him.

"Thank Jojo." The little fat man smiled, reached out and took it, opening his mouth just about to bite down.

Mata jumped up suddenly and said, "Wait!"

The little fat man's mouth was opened there, and the whole person seemed to have been punctuated, looking at Mata who was suddenly troubled.

"Have you noticed? The atmosphere here is quite weird!"

When Mata said so, everyone's eyes followed and wandered around in the tavern.

Look at it this way, so sure enough!

In this tavern, there were originally five or six tables with people, all dressed in common clothes, with their own weapons beside them, looking at the eight of them.

The little fat man held his meat buns tightly with both hands, and ate it with big mouthfuls, but his eyes looked at the people at the next few tables warily.

Qi Xuanxuan turned her head and saw the shop Xiaoer ran over while holding a tray and shouting all the way.

There were eight bowls of noodles on the tray, but the second brother walked on the flat ground without any effort, and brought the noodles to them.

Duanmuqing nodded slightly, took the noodle bowl from the younger brother, and glanced at him, "Where is this place?"

After several mentors sent them here, they disappeared.

If they don't know now that their group has been scammed by these unreliable mentors, it would be really stupid.

Dian Er stopped and grinned at Duanmu with a grin, "How many friends don’t you know? Don’t you guys come to sign up for the Underground Arena Contest?"

"What?"

The eight people were all taken aback, with incomprehension.

"What pretend to be, how can ordinary people come to such a remote tavern to eat noodles, it is clear that they are rushing for the bounty."

"That's right! Don't pretend if you are here."

People at a few tables next to them have spoken and attacked them one after another, with a pair of eyes looking at them a little unkindly.

Huh?

Underground Arena Tournament?

What is that!

Duanmu glanced at Xiaoer indifferently~IndoMTL.com~ and asked, "We have never heard of the Underground Arena."

Just kidding, they just came over to eat a bowl of noodles, filled their stomachs and left.

Of course, the instructors want to kill them, this can only be said otherwise...

"Which is the young master Duanmu." I saw a little beggar running in, grinning, holding a letter in his hand.

Duan Muqing was taken aback, and nodded at him, "I am."

"Master Duanmu, someone gave this to you."

The little beggar ran over with a smile, gave the letter to Duan Muqing, and shook his body a bit, "The messenger said, as long as I give the letter to the young master Duanmu, the young master will give me a reward. "

(End of this chapter)