Hearing Samuel's words, the middle aged man thought that Samuel was interested and immediately laughed out loud. Pointing at the crystal house behind him, he said, "Brother, have you seen the bed in the middle of the house?"
Samuel nodded.
The middle-aged man was very proud. He looked at the plaque and continued, "This is the Man-slaying Pavilion. Brother, you must be very strange why it is called this name?"
At this time, the man in black sneered and said, "The meaning of the Man-slaying Pavilion is not to cut people's heads, and the tea is not to drink tea, but..."
As he spoke, the man in black fixed his eyes on the young women imprisoned in the cells. Samuel immediately understood what they meant.
"We deliberately turned the house into a transparent one, so that we can be watched by tens of thousands of people while drinking tea. It's exciting," the man in white said with a smile.
Samuel cursed in his heart. He didn't expect that the house was a disgusting place. He even felt that if he stayed here for one more second, it would be a little more disgusting. "Isn't this too cruel? They look very young. How much psychological shadow will they have if we make them do this?"
"Hehe, brother, isn't that the most moving moment for a woman?"
"You're right. As the saying goes, life should be full of joy. How can we be happy if it's not enough?" The man in black laughed.
"Here, you can drink as much tea as you want."
Samuel's face darkened. This group of people was very evil, but they were not ashamed at all. Instead, they were proud of themselves and Samuel wished he could kill each of them.
At this time, the Smiling-face Demon laughed and said, "Judging from the fact that you are so young and have high cultivation, it's not surprising that you can kill a hundred people tonight."
Samuel forced a smile and said, "I dare not. What should you do if I kill so many people?"
Obviously, the Smiling-face Demon did not understand the meaning in Samuel's words. He said straightforwardly, "Don't worry, brother. We will catch more than 400 women every night. There are different kinds of women every day. Even if there are more than 100 people, it is enough, let alone 100."
Samuel was stunned and frowned. "More than 400 people a day? Wouldn't it be a pity if we couldn't finish playing?"
The Smiling-face Demon laughed. "It will not be a pity. Anyway, they will all die, because..."
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