The life here is very nourishing to him, and it is not an exaggeration to live in a carefree and happy manner. However, these damn slaves always cause trouble for themselves, otherwise they would concentrate on their work and they would be free. But they just make trouble with themselves, so he
We can only kill the chicken to scare the monkeys.
These damn lowly slaves have no status, and the government will not care about them, but he cannot be unscrupulous. If he kills them all and no one works, then the annual tax collection task will not be completed, and the government will definitely hold him accountable, so he
I forcibly resisted killing this little bastard.
Ergouzi felt scared from the bottom of his heart every time he saw the fierce look of this little evil beast, but he only had ten households of slaves under his command, and there were only about thirty slaves who could work. When he came, there were a few who started trouble.
He had already killed him. The family of that little evil beast also died in his own hands, and several other families of somewhat pretty slaves were also played to death by him.
Although these slaves have no identity and no one cares about them, after all, they have backup quotas in the government. He has lied about his accidental death and has died of illness seven or eight times. The superiors have asked him before, but he passed the test carelessly after being filial.
But he also received a warning from above, so he couldn't help but be cautious.
However, Ergouzi had already made a wishful thinking in his heart. When the limelight was over, he would find an opportunity to kill this little beast. Not only was it an eyesore, it was also heartbreaking! Being stared at by that hateful gaze every day, he really felt that
Chill. As the saying goes, cutting the grass does not remove the root, but the wind will blow and it will grow again. He still understands the truth.
On a mountaintop in the distance, Ying Zheng let out a light sigh. He was opening the Sky Eye to search for Xiang Yu's traces. No one could escape his eyes for thousands of miles. However, Mi Xiu and Er Gouzi attracted his attention. They were originally bullying
This kind of thing is not unusual for slaves. He scanned the land thousands of miles away, and there were countless similar scenes.
What made him pay attention to Mi Xiu's eyes, or Mi Xiu's eyes to be precise, was that he couldn't help but feel a chill in his heart. How could this not attract Ying Zheng's attention? At this time, Ying Zheng frowned.
Font, is searching hard for the memory of the Emperor of Heaven and the memory passed down by the Sword Ancestor, hoping to get some answers.
"So that's it." After a long time, Ying Zheng frowned and murmured to himself. He got the answer from the memories passed down by the Emperor of Heaven and the Sword Ancestor. In this universe, many people are destined to be extraordinary and talented at birth.
Extraordinary talent, commonly known as genius. But Michu is a peerless genius who possesses a kind of eye known as the soul.
This kind of person does not have any talent in cultivation that is faster than ordinary people, but once he grows up, especially when the eyes of the soul are opened, the legend reaches its extreme, and one look can make people fall into reincarnation forever, and their souls will be scattered. Of course, this kind of
People with extraordinary talents are hard to come by, even though God has given them terrifying and unparalleled talents.
But there is still a question mark on his growth? There is give and take, and God is fair. Although this kind of person has terrifying talents, he grows very slowly, and the most difficult thing is to cultivate from the ninth level of the divine body to the level of the divine soul.
When you first open the eyes of the soul, there will be great dangers. Eight of the ten geniuses with the talent of the eyes of the soul died in front of this ravine.
The other two either died accidentally or were killed in their cradle. But in the memory of Sword Ancestor, Zeng Jin actually had a person whose strength was almost heaven-defying, and who had mastered the Eye of the Soul, and it was difficult to find an opponent in the world. But in the end, that one
The person still died in the hands of the Heavenly Father, so it also left a strong mark in the memory passed down by the Sword Ancestor.
And Ying Zheng has indeed developed a love for talents, the eyes of the soul! Not to mention great success, even small success is probably a big killer in the war. Now he needs this kind of talent. To conquer the universe, the road to war is still long.
Sir, this is just the beginning. Imagine having the eyes of the soul. In a war, at a glance, all the enemy troops will be stunned. Is this simply the nuclear weapon of war in the 21st century?
Ying Zheng laughed as he thought about it. As for his status as a slave, he didn't care. He could forgive everyone if he wanted to. But he wouldn't do that. That's how the world is. The law of the jungle is the law of nature. Everyone has his own destiny.
If you want to get rid of your fate, you need to work hard, or have extraordinary talents and talents to transcend.
Otherwise, they are destined to annihilate all living beings. It is not that he did not leave opportunities for those slaves. As long as they make meritorious deeds, they can become citizens of Qin and get rid of their status as slaves. Even if they have real materials, it is not impossible to join the dynasty and become officials and generals.
Maybe. Ying Zheng has no intention of discriminating against any race. He is just abiding by the laws of nature, survival of the fittest. The reality is so cruel.
If you want to get, you have to pay. Ying Zheng doesn’t feel that what he did is wrong? This is the price of the winner and the loser. Otherwise, there will be wars and fights. If everyone can live in peace, everything will be over.
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Although he has all the power in the world and is unequivocal in the world, he still has to take into account the feelings of his subjects. He spent a lot of effort to conquer the city, but he only gained more people and land. What is the value of the sacrificed people? Who else is willing to do so?
Working for the court? This is human nature and power. The current situation is like this. Although he can use his unparalleled strength to reverse the suppression of dissatisfied voices.
But it cannot suppress the dissatisfaction and sorrow of the people, so even if you are the supreme emperor, you must conform to the general trend. If you insist on going your own way, it will only make this country unethical and decadent.
Thinking of these, Ying Zheng also felt speechless for a while. Although he put aside these distracting thoughts, he showed a mysterious smile and disappeared directly on the top of the mountain, cut through the sky, and disappeared into the distant sky...
It was getting dark, the sun, moon and stars were turning, and the sky was filled with stars. Mi Xiu returned to his small thatched house tiredly, and lay down on a cold wooden board on the ground, feeling sore all over.
The dilapidated and shabby room exuded a strange loneliness. Mi Xiu closed his eyes, but could not fall asleep. Whenever he closed his eyes, the image of his parents and sister after they died always appeared in his mind, making his face distorted.
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After a long time, shining tears fell from Michu's closed eyes. He could not fall asleep. Finally, he sat up, then rolled up, knelt on the ground, and prayed like a devout believer; "Gods."
Your Majesty King Amon, your most devout believer Mi Xiu prays to you. Please ask Amon, the King of Gods, to grant your servant divine power so that your servant Mi Xiu can take revenge. Mi Xiu is willing to dedicate his soul and serve our Lord all his life.
Mongolian."
Although Mi Xiu prayed countless times without getting a response from Amon, the King of the Gods, he still refused to give up. In his opinion, if he wanted to kill the powerful devil Ergouzi, he would have to wait until Amon granted him divine power.
, I’m afraid I won’t be able to do it in my lifetime.
So he prayed persistently, hoping that Amon, the king of the gods, would hear his prayer and fulfill his desire for revenge. He buried his head deeply, looking forward to the arrival of a miracle as always.
After a long time, there was still no response. Although he had experienced many such nights, for some reason, Mi Xiu couldn't help but feel disappointed.
He just felt that he was so tired. He raised his head and saw a hole in the roof of the dilapidated thatched hut. Mi Xiu saw the stars in the sky and lay quietly on his wooden board, naked.
The chill that was originally bone-chilling could no longer be felt at all. He only felt that his eyelids seemed heavy and he wanted to close them.
Suddenly his eyes widened and glowed with excitement. He seemed to see his parents and sisters among the stars in the sky, waving their arms to him affectionately.
"Mi Xiu, come on! Return to the embrace of God. This is the real paradise of God. It is unrestrained. Your parents, mom and sister are all here waiting for you."
"Good boy, our Lord is supreme. The door of Amon's God has been opened. Come quickly! Dad knows you are a good boy. You always listen to Dad. Come and reunite!"
"My child, God King Amon hears your prayer and will grant you immortality. Come! Mom is waiting for you to come over."
Familiar faces and voices appeared in front of Mi Xiu's mind. He seemed to see a gleaming gate in the sky approaching him. He tried desperately to enter it, but he could never reach the gate of God.
height.
Suddenly there was a huge explosion, and the Gate of God exploded into a brilliant wave in the sky, disappearing completely. Everything in front of him disappeared one by one, leaving only the endless stars shining with bright light.
"No..." Mi Xiu let out a low roar of pain. Everything just happened was too real. He almost touched the edge of the God's Gate. Now he is still lying on the cold wooden board, looking at it with empty eyes.
Sky.
Mi Xiu blinked his eyes, and then slowly closed his eyes. He lay quietly on the cold wooden board, using the sky as his quilt and the ground as his mat. Let the breeze blow by and the rain and dew hit him.
He never opened his eyes again, seemingly falling into a deep sleep...
[There is one more update, it may be late, my hands are still not very flexible and typing is slow. I said I would make it up today, so I will make it up!]