Every new person who enters the ice wasteland of the North will be called a fat sheep by the old residents, and they will try their best to extort something from them.
Even killing people and stealing goods in order to obtain resources is the most common thing in the ice wilderness in the North.
Here, everyone's cultivation level will be suppressed infinitely, and there is no way to even think about advancing in this hellish place.
It is already a great gift that your cultivation has not regressed.
Don't think that someone with a high level of cultivation can be called the boss. In the ice wasteland of the North, middle- and low-level cultivators in their thirties and forties are actually the ones who have the most comfortable life.
The difference between the poor and the rich will be infinitely magnified in a place like the Northern Ice Wasteland. The gap between the rich and the poor makes a huge difference in their lives.
"Master, run quickly!"
"Master, these new fat sheep are very strange!"
"It seems like their strength hasn't been suppressed yet?"
Seeing that more than half of the servants around him were killed, the fat pig master of the Lu family became even more panicked and quickly urged the slaves to carry him to the flying boat.
In such a critical moment, if you want to escape, you don't want to jump off the soft couch and run on your own, but you still want to have someone carry you to the flying boat?
Jiang Nai curled her lips in disdain, and a cold light flashed in her eyes.
With a slight movement of his fingers, an iron plow bead landed on the edge of the bed.
How can a few slaves cope with the sudden huge blessing?
One of the slaves carrying the bed weakened in his legs and fell to his knees immediately as he could no longer support himself.
The Fat Pig Master's body tilted to one side of the bed. The remaining seven slaves looked numb and grabbed at the bed, but they could not control the bed's continued tilt.
The fat pig's body was too big and it was tilted sideways. How could a few skinny little slaves be able to maintain their stability?
"Ahhh." The fat pig rolled down from the soft couch and hit the ice hard.
A whole piece of ice under my butt suddenly cracked with a clicking sound.
Seeing how embarrassed he looked, Jiang Nai couldn't help but let out a clear and sweet laugh.
Soon enough, the eldest son of the Lu family crashed into the ice cave and fell into layers of icy water with a crash.
The cold ice flakes slapped on the face, and Young Master Lu suddenly became more awake.
Several slaves rolled and climbed up to the intact ice on both sides. They knelt there and stared at the ice water, shivering all over.
It's over, it's over, it's completely dead now. Young Master Lu fell into the icy water. Although it was not their fault, according to the Lu family's methods, none of the slaves present could escape.
"Master, Master!" There was chaos on the ice.
The fat pig boy struggled and screamed in the ice water, clawing at random with his hands.
When he raised his eyes, he saw the innocent, cute, delicate and beautiful girl who was as innocent as a little sheep walking towards him with a smile.
She squatted down gently, supported her chin with one hand, and looked at herself with bright eyes, "Tsk, tsk, tsk, it turns out that pigs can survive after falling into the water."
"Look at how fat you are. You've got quite a lot of meat after you kill it. It's enough for your parents to eat for several meals, right?"
"You, you bitch, how dare you do this to me!" A trace of fear flashed across Young Master Lu's eyes, and he shouted anxiously, "You, you dare..."
Jiang Nai took out an ordinary wooden pestle and gently placed it on Young Master Lu's head.
With a move of her wrist, she pushed Young Master Lu into the cold ice water, and he drank the ice water passively.
"Who is the bitch?" The little girl's eyes were shining with a cold light, but there was a smile that was the softest and most beautiful in the world at the corner of her mouth.