Wang Er was inexplicably in his heart. He didn't know what he was going to do. He didn't know why Lao Zhang dared to walk down from the stage and walk in front of him. Isn't this Lao Zhang afraid of the power of the land god? But why did the land gods let this disrespectful guy walk around, and even touch his face?

Wang Er thought about it all the time, but he didn't dare to move. He didn't know if the land god was right next to him. He was so late that he suddenly felt the two thumbs that were touching his head suddenly touched his eyes.

Wang Er was suddenly shocked. When he was secretly screaming, the pair of thumbs suddenly exerted force. Wang Er heard two crisp sounds of popping, and then the severe pain came to his mind. He felt an extremely warmth flowing out of his eyes. When the wind blew, it was cool and mixed in the severe pain. His eyes suddenly turned black, and he couldn't even feel the light.

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Wang Er let out a shrill scream, and his two eyes were easily picked out by Lao Zhang's head. The bright colors burned the eyes of everyone who saw this scene. The old men who lined up in a numb line to walk into the black hole showed extremely shocked expressions on their faces. They never thought that anyone would dare to do such a thing in front of the land gods.

The slaves frowned. They met the bloody scene when they were young. After climbing to their current position, they had not met in person for a long time. This scene made them feel uneasy. They were always speculating about the thoughts of the land gods, but since the other party was a god, it was naturally not easy to guess. They didn't know whether such a bloody scene would bring unhappiness to the land gods. If the land gods were unhappy, they would be frightened by the submen who were walking on thin ice in front of the land gods.

The monks such as Haotian were completely indifferent to this scene, and the two ants were just fighting.

However, they were still interested in this trembling and vital power of their bodies, and they could not even be as interested in how a strong young man like Wang Er could be.

With the old man's current strength, he would be panting when he walked two steps. Although the murderous intent was full of pillars, it was impossible to kill the young man.

Lao Zhang's hands were covered with blood. He squeezed two red and white eyeballs hard, and the blood and black juice gathered together, flowing down from his dry fingers.

Then Lao Zhang got up from the ground tremblingly, while Wang Er was still kowtowing endlessly.

Wang Er felt that this was the land god punishing him, otherwise how could Lao Zhang attack him in front of the land god? So Wang Er did not take Lao Zhang seriously at all. What he feared was the anger of the land gods. Facing the anger, he wanted to beg for the land gods and pray for the land gods' compassion, but he did not dare to make a sound. The so-called fear of not speaking loudly was shocked by the people in the sky. In addition to the uncontrollable scream just now, he really did not dare to speak loudly in front of the land gods. In addition, his sharp eyes and blindness also made his speech organization ability extremely poor. His lips were trembling and wanted to beg for mercy but didn't know what to say.

Old Zhang stood up with difficulty and walked behind Wang Er step by step.

Wang Er can now kick the weak Lao Zhang to death with just one kick, but Wang Er dared not stand up. In the severe pain, he didn't even know where Lao Zhang had gone.

Old Zhang turned behind Wang Er, and Wang Er touched the ground with his head. In this posture, he must have to squint his butt high.

Old Zhang shook his hands full of blood and touched Wang Er's crotch.

The slaves swallowed, and some even twitched slightly. The old men who were slowly moving towards the black hole couldn't help but stop. A look of fear appeared in their eyes. The man with his eyebrows could face what was about to happen calmly.

Obviously, everyone knew what Lao Zhang was going to do at this time.

Yes, Lao Zhang just wants to do the most vicious thing in the world.

At this time, Old Zhang was weak all over and could only find the weakest part of the person.

Wang Er clearly felt a pair of hands groping under his crotch. Wang Er had the previous experience and immediately knew what Lao Zhang was going to do. Wang Er was so scared that his bones were slimming. At this time, as long as he kicked out, he could kick Lao Zhang away, but Wang Er did not dare to do this. He felt that the land god was punishing him, so he kept kowtowing like a desperate attempt, and his head hit the ground made a thud sound. He didn't dare to beg for mercy loudly, but he dared to whisper: "Ground gods spare your life, land gods spare your life..."

And while he was muttering, the hands that didn't have much strength had already pinched his two fragile eggs like a bead.

Wang Er was frightened and his voice suddenly rose and became sharp. He was filled with horror and cried, "Ground Gods, Land Gods, Land Gods,..."

The shouts could not be exchanged for the mercy of the land gods, but the old palms that stretched out from behind suddenly tightened.

With two crisp sounds, Wang Er made a sudden and harsh sadness. The sound was extremely loud and had a strong penetration. The entire square was buzzing by the harsh screams. The people who were kneeling on the ground and touching the ground with their foreheads were all scared and silent at this time. They really thought that it was the land gods who were punishing one of them. The pain completely distorted Wang Er's voice. They could no longer hear Wang Er's voice.

Wang Er was in the severe pain and twitched, and the blue veins all over his body jumped up. After a while, a stream of white foam came out of Wang Er's mouth, and it was almost impossible. The severe pain of the egg shattered was beyond the reach of ordinary people.

Zheng Xian sat in the small building. Although he did not see this scene with his own eyes, his powerful hearing had truthfully feedbacked everything that happened in the square.

Zheng Xian felt speechless about the end of Wang Er, who was unable to bind his hands and could not even raise a knife, and he was speechless. As long as Wang Er had a little resistance, he would not end like this.

In fact, such things are not only found in the fairy world, but also in the mundane world, but it is not so obvious.

How many people were held on their necks by steel knives, but they were cowardly and dared not resist, and placed their hopes on the blessing of gods. It is said that dozens of Japanese soldiers were able to capture a city at the beginning, and the situation was exactly the same as those who only beg for mercy and dared not resist now.

Fearing authority and not daring to resist is the greatest cowardice of man.

Zheng Xian felt a little enlightenment in his heart. At this moment, he thought of the books he had read in the residence of the Sixth Department of Business. Zheng Xian never remembered the name of the book. One of the words said in one of the books was just right for this occasion.

The masses will always live in the cave of ignorance.

This sentence was said by a man named Plato.

Originally, Zheng Xian didn't understand this sentence, but now Zheng Xian looked at the people who were crawling on the ground with their heads touching the ground like an ostrich, especially Wang Er, a guy who was very slutty and dared to do anything. At this moment, he was so stupid that he was half-dead by the powerless Old Zhang. This feeling became deeper.

The ordinary people in front of them are really like living in an ignorant cave, and the cultivators from the Land Gate are standing at the entrance of the cave and blocking the light.

As for the slaves in black clothes and red cuffs, it is even more ironic. Rousseau said: People are born free, but they are always in shackles. They think they are the masters of everything else, but they are slaves than everything else.

This is the case with these slaves. In order to control everything, they bend their backs like shrimps. Others need to kneel on their knees to touch the ground with their heads, but they only need to bend over slightly and do not have to bend their knees to touch the ground with their heads. You say they are winners and rulers, but in fact, they are extremely pitiful. They are just the most humble mud under the feet of immortal cultivators.

The ancient emperors were afraid that eunuchs would be filthy and damn the palace, so they castrated the eunuchs. These immortals did not have this taboo for first-class slaves, so these slaves themselves discounted their backbones and turned themselves into what they are now.

This may not be the meaning of the immortal cultivator of the Land Sect. In Zheng Xian's opinion, the disciples of the Land Sect may not be so bored. This is a completely unnecessary self-castration and a pathetic idiotic act to express one's respect.

Cultivators regard ordinary people as ants. They will not bend their waists and will not be obsessed with you just because you bend your waist, nor will they recognize you as their confidant because of this. They will never be ruthless when they should kill you.
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