God Killer

They have always turned a blind eye to the soldiers in the private fighting city. They can't control it, and they don't bother to control it, but they can't ignore the private fighting with knives, and they must be strictly controlled. One of these civilians counts as one They are all registered, and there is an upper limit on the number of accidental deaths each year. In the mortal world, it is called a target. If the number of people who die each year exceeds the target, they will be punished. Therefore, as soon as this kind of knife case happened, the sloppy soldiers on patrol immediately roared and became angry.

"You two bastards, are you determined to kill me? I won't kick you to death!" The leader is called Gao Yue, a majestic warrior in his 30s with a beard, big hands and feet, standing there like Like a bear, he kicked Lao Zhangtou and Wang Er severely.

Old Zhangtou and Wang Er were beaten to the ground with bruises all over their bodies. They lay on the ground yelling non-stop, and they still had the strength to yell, which showed that the injuries were not serious. Zheng Xian disappeared and disappeared.

"You idiots, just watch the two of them wielding knives? Watching the two of them die? Are you fucking holding back and wanting to see my joke? Fuck you, beat me!"

The soldiers of the army yelled in unison after hearing the order, and rushed like a tiger down the mountain towards the gangsters who had woken up from their sleep and hadn't figured out what happened. This city is so big, the military master wants to beat you, you can run this time, but not the next time, when the military master is comfortable playing, this disaster will naturally pass.

Fight back?That would be courting death. In Xuantian City, no one has dared to disrespect the military master for decades.

Moments later, a group of proletarians were beaten to the ground, begging for mercy.

These soldiers look very fierce, but in fact they are very serious in their attacks. These proletarians are in poor health and have some minor illnesses. They may die in three to five days after a heavy punch. The meaning of existence is to help the immortals of the land gate to take care of the population here. They can't be missing or die, so the positions where they attack are basically thick fleshy places. It's guaranteed to hurt you, but it's guaranteed not to be fatal, and it won't give you any pain. You left too many hidden wounds, so after such a violent beating, you can basically get up after taking a breath.

But these proletarians who have been beaten all understand a truth. After being beaten, they can't get up immediately, and they have to yell, or else they have to go back to the cage and get another old punch.The more you scream, the less you get beaten. This is the experience accumulated by the fourth-class slaves in Xuantian City after hundreds of years.

高越擦了擦额角的汗水，有人觉得他们天生爱打人，其实他们没有几个真爱揍人的，揍人有啥意思？The root is physical work, if you punch down, the opponent hurts, doesn't your fist hurt?Kick it down, don't you need to work hard?Although these officials are not short of food, but there are a lot of them. If you work hard today, don't you eat more at night?

Gao Yue spat out the smear, walked up to Wang Er and Lao Zhangtou, knelt down and took a look at Wang Er's bloody shoulder, tore off his clothes and took a look, then grabbed a handful of ashes like medicine foam, and popped With a slap on Wang Er's shoulder wound, Wang Er let out a scream, his whole body was shaking, and he didn't know that he was sexually aroused to the extreme.

When Wang Er stopped, Gao Yue stared at him and Lao Zhangtou with his round eyes and said, "I don't care which of you made the move first, or what your reasons are, in short, whoever makes a move within the jurisdiction of Lao Tzu With a knife, I peeled his skin. You all know that I have three indicators for public display every year. The three pillars in the square that belong to us are all empty. Which of you two wants to be strung together? If you have had enough torment for ten days and ten nights, you can do it. I have no pity for you at all."

Wang Er nodded repeatedly like a chick pecking at rice, and so did Lao Zhangtou, which had already formed a routine for them.

After confiscating the kitchen knife, Gao Yue glared at the group of proletarians who fell on the ground, and said with a cold snort, "There are still two days left before the Dreaming Ceremony, old Zhang, should you go to Mengxiangtai too? Within two days , the two of them, no matter which one is dead, you just wait for what I will do to you! Leading a group of people away, only a group of proletarians lying on the ground are left on the long street.

Watching Gao Yue and the others walk to the end of the long street, they disappeared after turning a corner.

Whoops, whoops, the voice stopped immediately.

Wang Er let out a long breath and said, "Damn it, it takes a lot of effort to fuck like this! I understand why those whores in the village lay motionless on the bed and didn't say a word."

Wang Er was stabbed in the shoulder, and the blood had already congealed at this time, the incense ash-like drug foam was very powerful, not only could coagulate the blood, but also had the effect of analgesic and sterilizing bacteria, Wang Er's shoulder was numb and could not feel any pain at this time. .

At this time, Wang Er's big eyes stared at Old Zhang's head, with a fierce look on his face, "Old man, did you take the wrong fucking medicine? If you want to die, you want to drag me to die with you?"

Old Zhangtou sat up from the ground at this time. He was very surprised from just now. No matter how Gao Yue and his men beat him, he didn't feel too much pain. At first, Old Zhangtou took Gao Yue to take care of him, but later he thought about it. Such a thing, his old head is probably old, thick-skinned, and resistant to beatings. In short, this fat beating is not a big problem for him at all.

Hearing Wang Er scolding him angrily at this time, Lao Zhangtou suddenly sprang up from the ground, threw himself on Wang Er, opened his mouth and bit Wang Er's neck, clicked, and directly bit off a piece of skin on Wang Er's neck.

It's not that the old Zhangtou is not sure what to say, but that the group of proletarians in the surroundings saw the old Zhangtou and even wanted to do it. Qiqi shot and held the old Zhangtou. If the hands were slower, the bag on Wang Er's neck would be opened a big hole.

Lao Zhang struggled like crazy in the hands of more than a dozen proletarians, "Wang Er, you are a badass, I will tear you apart today!"

However, the old Zhangtou slowly felt that the inexhaustible strength in his body began to gradually fail. After a while, the old Zhangtou was like a deflated ball, with no strength in his body, limp, and muscles all over his body. The pain was unbearable, and the slightest touch would burn as if it was about to tear apart.

With such an old head, even if no one is holding him down, he can't move. The whole person lying there can only breathe, and even breathe hard.

The guys who have been pressing the old Zhangtou tightly for four weeks feel the most obvious. The old Zhangtou was violent like a wild dog before, and his whole body was hard, but now the old Zhangtou is more docile than a sheep. It's all soft up and down.

A group of people looked at Old Zhang's head like a carp landing on the shore, gasping for breath, they were all stunned, and then they all panicked, some fanned Old Zhang's head, some held down Old Zhang's head , and some panicked to Lao Zhang's head and knelt down and couldn't help but say, Grandpa Zhang, you can't die... and other words.

Even Wang Er, who was about to rush up to fight with old Zhangtou, was stunned, but Gao Yue said that if old Zhangtou died, they would all have to follow suit.

Wang Er didn't even bother to cover his neck, and was running around in a hurry. Under normal circumstances, it would be good if Lao Zhangtou died, but not now. No, the human pillars on the square are not a joke. There are a total of [-] pillars, which are filled every year. , they all went to watch, watching the chrysanthemum tense, the mouth tense, and the stomach cramping, but it was also a kind of fun. I don't want to be the first unlucky guy to be strung on a human pillar.

At this time, someone went to get water, and even food, and poured mouthfuls of water into Lao Zhang's head, broke up the bran paste and soaked it in water, turned it into porridge, and then poured it in. After a while, Lao Zhang Zhangtou looked a little better, and the crowd breathed a sigh of relief. Now they are gnashing their teeth and wishing to tear this old thing into pieces. Unfortunately, they can only hate in their hearts and cannot vent it. Moreover, this For two days they had to do everything possible to keep this old thing alive.

The more Wang Er thought about it, the more breathless he became. Now he was bitten on his neck and lost a piece of skin, and he was stabbed again on his shoulder. He still has to serve this old thing. Before his parents went to Mengxiangtai, he never cared about it. He didn't know when his parents went to the dreamland station. At that time, he was selling his family's house to enjoy himself in the casino.

This old Zhangtou looked like he was about to die, no matter how he looked at it, it didn't look like he was pretending. He couldn't beat or scold him, and he had to get him food and support him.

"It's really fucking unlucky, old Zhang, how the hell did I offend you? What are you doing?" This is the biggest knot in Wang Er's heart at this time.

At this time, a bald man next to him slapped his thigh and said: "***, why did I forget, this old man is Li Si and his second uncle. There was a conflict in the separation of the family a few years ago, and he has never had any contact with Li Si. Li Si wanted to help him a lot in the past, but this old Zhang didn't pee on Li Si at all, and as time passed, there was no contact."

Wang Er also slapped his thigh when he heard the words, this matter is done, it is not unreasonable for this old man to fight his life with him.

Zheng Xian left from the corner at this time.

At the corner not far away, Gao Yue also left with a dozen soldiers. They were afraid that these boys would make trouble again. Now that they saw that things would not change, they left, but Still sent a soldier to stay and watch them.