God Killer

High walls and deep courtyards, red walls and golden tiles, red pillars and gates, these luxury constitute the living space of the most powerful first-class slaves in this city.

There is luxury everywhere here, and everything carries a lot of value, but the most shocking thing is the tall trees and flowers that can't be seen outside, covering the ground, revealing a tender green under the sunlight. The grass of different colors, plus the fascinating flowers that appear in the grass from time to time.

Those three-meter-high trees, with canopy-like crowns and emerald-green leaves like jade, swayed in the wind, making rustling sounds that could not be imitated by the most beautiful musical instruments.

In this world made up of deserts, people have to look up, and every time they look up, they can feel the burgeoning life force, which is so shocking that people don't know how to vent the excitement in their hearts.This kind of luxury is bestowed by the gods of the land, and those who are not powerful people cannot enjoy it.

"You said your daughter saw the man in the picture?"

In a spacious and gorgeous room that was almost suffocating, Gao Yue knelt on the ground and replied: "Yes, grandpa."

"Is it really this person?"

"This person's eyes are different from ordinary people, there is no doubt that it is this person."

"Okay, you go down." Gao Yue, who is called the grandfather, has never been able to confirm what he looks like, because every first-class slave is bent like a bow, even if he is face to face, even if he is kneeling on the ground, he can't see it. Seeing their faces, at most half of their faces can be seen, so for Gao Yue and others, there are many grandpas, and every first-class slave is a grandpa, anyway, it doesn't make much difference to them , Of course, when something happens, they will first go to their grandparents who are in charge of them.

Gao Yue knelt on the ground and hesitated.

The first-class slave sitting on the special wide rattan chair hummed, his voice was a little puzzled and more impatience.

Gao Yue hurriedly kowtowed and said, "Grandfather, please don't talk about the land gods and the little girl, please be merciful."

The bow-like first-class slave heard the words, slapped the armrest heavily, and shouted: "Bastard! You want me to deceive the land gods?"

Gao Yue didn't dare to argue, just kowtowed blindly, his head was blue, but he kept on kowtowing. After three or five times, blood flowed on the floor tiles.

If you want to ask for the mercy of others, especially the mercy of high-ranking people, the more you talk, the more mistakes you make. It is enough to show your attitude. Gao Yuelai has made a decision before, if grandpa doesn't agree, he will Just smashing to death in front of grandpa, no matter what, he could get a little mercy from grandpa.

Sure enough, the furious first-class slave saw that the bluestone under Gao Yue's head was smashed into a small hole, and several openings were cracked. Angry, he waved his hand and said: "Go down, it's useless to dirty the ground of my cloud clear stone."

Seeing that Gao Yue was still kowtowing, the tone of the first slave became a little gentler and said: "As long as the land gods don't ask, I won't talk about your daughter. This is something I solemnly promised, you can rest assured .”

Gao Yue was overjoyed when he heard the words, as long as his grandfather was not as good as this time, how could the gods of the earth bother with such trivial matters?

Gao Yue quickly stopped kowtowing, and said gratefully: "Thank you, grandpa, thank you, grandpa."

"It's disgusting to look at the bloody ones, get out of here."

At this moment, Gao Yue's blood kept flowing down his forehead, and when he raised his head, his face was covered in an instant. Gao Yue didn't dare to stay here to annoy him, and it would be of no benefit to annoy his grandfather.

Gao Yue immediately bowed and retreated, shaking off his robe as he walked, followed by the blood dripping from his head, for fear that the blood dripping on the ground would dirty the precious cloud clear stone ground.

Seeing Gao Yue retreating slowly and disappearing outside the gate, the first-class servant sitting on the rattan chair with patterns like gold and silver threads sighed slightly, and looked at a spider in the corner of the room. He left it on purpose, and the servants are not allowed to clean up and destroy it.

These first-class slaves, bent over like shrimps, could not see the sky above their heads, nor the beams on the roof.

Normally speaking, they would not see spiders that are used to knotting in high places.

And this spider seemed to be specially taken care of by the old spider, so it knotted at the corner of the ground, so that he could see things that ordinary people can see, but they can't.

Of course, he knew that this was just his wishful thinking. This spider had two broken legs, so it probably couldn't climb higher, so it weaved it close to the ground. Unfortunately, where did the flying insects come from when it was close to the ground?This spider's act of sticking to the ground is just in vain.

Even if God has compassion, it will not fall on them who are neither human nor ghost.

When he was 13 years old, Liu He, who was originally called Liu He, spent all his money to hire someone to tie himself to a longbow-like bent iron like a shrimp. He adjusted the curvature of the bent iron once a day and tightened the rope at the same time. , making his waist and back more arched, and he was bound like this for a whole year, eating, drinking, sleeping, and asking for help. The pain and suffering of every minute and every second of the day made him want to give up.

But he gritted his teeth and survived, because he wanted to be a master, and he was unwilling to be a third-class commoner forever. Finally, after untying the rope, he already had the initial noble appearance of a first-class slave. .

Then he walked outside the house, knelt on the ground, and kowtowed like Gao Yue just now, without saying a word, kowtowed until he passed out. From then on, he became a high-ranking first-class slave, and at the same time He also became the godson of the former owner of the house.

He also has another name, called Nuchun. After more than ten years, the owner of this house was 50 years old and was taken to Mengxiangtai, and he became the owner of this house, and he no longer He is a godson, and after a while, he became a godfather, and he has a godson under his command. He will turn 50 next year, and he will go to Mengxiangtai. By then, this house will become a godson. His godson's, this is how the power of this house is passed on.

None of these slaves want children. They have not been castrated and have complete sexual functions, but because of their deformed waists, they basically have little interest in sex. The reason why they don’t want children is because there are too many slaves The fate of their children is too miserable.

The competition among first-class slaves is fierce and cruel. A group of ruthless people who can mutilate their own bodies to such an extent don't care about their own bodies in order to enjoy power, let alone others.

I remember that a first-class slave once made a statistic. From ancient times to the present, 33 out of [-] descendants of Yideng slaves were strung on human pillars, and basically three out of every ten died bitterly. unspeakable.

With such a probability, who would give it a try to see if their child has such good luck and can become the existence other than the three, not to mention that even if it is a fluke exception, there is another statistic, these children are almost 100% % of them all became fourth-class slaves.

It is better not to give birth to a child than to make them suffer endless pain and torture.

Especially the servants of the gods, they have seen through the relationship between the land gods and mortals.

They are nothing more than butchers and lambs waiting to be slaughtered. Under such a relationship, a child is born to be killed?Is it interesting?forget it.

Therefore, these first-class slaves are keen to adopt a godson and pass it on from generation to generation.

Taking advantage of the absence of the spider, Nunuchun stood up slowly, bent over to take care of them, and touched a red lacquer box on the specially made rather low table.

Nu Chun went to the spider, opened the box, squeezed out a half-dead mosquito that had been starved for five or six days, and threw it gently on the spider, waiting for the slave to squint his eyes and smile, then quietly returned own chair.

After waiting for a long time, the friend did not come out to look for food. The first slave began to slowly rub the armrest of the rattan chair with his hands. The first slave waited for half an hour, but he did not see the old friend who had been with him for a whole year. After breaking the tacit understanding between the two for more than a year, Nu Chun wanted to wait, but the time was a bit too late.

Nu Chun sighed, stood up, walked out of this incomparably gorgeous room, walked to the edge of the east area of ​​the city where the first-class slaves lived, and one step forward was the central area of ​​Xuantian City, where the cultivators lived, a place beyond the prosperity of the world. noble area.

Before entering this area, the first-class slaves are the kings of the world, and no one dares to disrespect them in the slightest. If they take a step forward, they will be the most humble people in the world, serving the gods of the land attentively, or Those gods from all walks of life passing by from outside, they want to laugh, no matter how obscene things are, they have to do it with a smile, even if the gods are happy, if they tell him to eat shit, he will have to eat it until his stomach is full Like a drum.

Nobility and humbleness are but a step away.

As soon as the slave stepped into the central area, his arched back became more protruding and his head drooped even more.