The moment the gong sounded, everyone's souls seemed to tremble.
In the beaded curtain of the dungeon, You'er looked at Qing Ge standing on the ring through the red gauze, as if the mist was blurring.
That slender figure was like a firework, and with a bang, it bloomed brilliantly in her mind.
Under the thin red gauze, a line of clear tears flowed from the end of her eyes.
You'er pursed her thin lips and stared at the girl on the ring intently. There seemed to be a muscle twitching in her head, and the memories in her mind had long been fragmented.
She vaguely remembered those four words——
"Beautiful Master!"
"..."
For You'er, anyone can ring the gong, but singing softly can't.
Her heart felt like it was being torn apart mercilessly by a pair of rough hands.
Qingge turned around to face everyone, glanced at You'er, her blue skirt fluttering in the wind, Qingge said in a clear voice: "I am from the Four Stars, the Four Stars Continent, that plane known as the place where lower-class people gather.
, I stood in this sacred territory that I had longed for, and I thought that what was waiting for me would be a better world. I was wrong..."
Qingge walked forward slowly and said softly: "From the moment I appeared in the heaven of the gods, from the moment my collarbone was engraved with the star mark, no matter where I go, no matter how outstanding my achievements are,
I still can’t stand the mark of being a low-class person. Those who are inferior to me think they are proud and look down on me, a low-class person. With all due respect, such people cannot withstand the sword in my hand.”
At this point, Qing Ge stretched out his right hand and grasped the King Ming Sword tightly. The moment the sword hit the ground, a sharp pit suddenly appeared on the surface of the extremely hard arena. With this as the center, cracks spread irregularly in all directions, and even
The vast earth seemed to tremble.
The restless and violent cultivators gradually calmed down after listening to the woman's voice, which was as cold as winter ice and snow.
Pairs of eyes and gazes couldn't help but stare at her.
Her right hand was placed on the Mingwang Sword, and her eyes were slightly raised, as if covered with frost-like black eyes, looking at the iron-blooded cultivators lightly.
With her red lips trembling, she whispered: "All the injustices that have happened in the past year are different from what I imagined. I can't wait for God to give me justice, and I can't wait for the world to be unwilling for me. I can only hold my hand tightly."
Tell yourself, if there are three, six or nine levels of people, why am I the lowest? If I are the best, how can I trample others under my feet? All things have spirits, and human beings are extremely spiritual.
Many practitioners have a deep-rooted concept that women are like animals, especially women from Dongzhou!"
"But have you ever thought about the reason why Dongzhou lags behind the other three continents?" Qingge's voice gradually rose, "Since ancient times, men have been very talented in aura and muscle cultivation, while women are good at it.
Mental power, auxiliary occupations. Among the young geniuses in the northern and southern continents, at least six out of ten are women. Of those girls who once died in southern Sichuan, maybe one of them is a genius, do you know?"
"Men and women in the world are reproducing, but you are unilaterally abusing them. I know that you can't listen to every word I say now, just because you enjoy the pleasure of this moment and ignore the lives of others."
Qing Ge raised his arms and pointed the Mingwang sword in his hand at the desperate faces in the dungeon, "Let me ask you, if the girls in the dungeon were your wives and daughters, would you still feel this way? You resent the injustice of heaven and the class aristocracy.
, resent the cultivators of geniuses, resent them for trampling on you, but you have never trampled on them? Aren't these girls worthy of your care? Compared with the indulgence of lust for a while, isn't it more satisfying to start a family and start a career?
Yearn for it?”
Gu Rongzhao watched the demeanors of many cultivators gradually become shaken, his expressions suddenly changed, he stood up and slapped the table, frowned, and shouted angrily: "Ye Qingge, what are you doing? Don't bother the heroes."
"Heroes? With all due respect, what is the difference between all of you here and cold-blooded beasts?" Qing Ge sneered, "What I said today will indeed disturb your elegance and is indeed unpleasant to listen to. I only want to say one thing, if you are willing,
I, Ye Qingge, can give all of you a home. You can have children in pairs, you can share the same family, and you can enjoy family happiness. However, the premise here is that you must be individuals, not animals who only know how to vent your desires.
!You think it is these girls who have fallen into the abyss, but in fact, it is you. You are running for survival, you have no faith, you are inhumane, you wait for the eighth day of September every year, and use their death to inspire your
Beast. Desire. You are happy, happy, but you have also lost the qualifications to be human!"
Most of the practitioners in Dongzhou are homeless.
This group of people, abandoned by the world, will resent the world.
If you are miserable, you will not allow others to be happy.
Gu Rongzha understood this and established a day like the eighth day of September.
When the eighth day of September appears in Dongzhou, it means that this desert has long been merged with hell.
The cultivators in the desert have all become walking zombies, but they don't know it yet and are still partying.
But Qingge also understands that these cultivators can easily resent the way of heaven, but they will also be grateful for the kindness of fate.
Since Gu Rongzhao wants to become the devil who pulls them into the abyss, then she will become the god who dominates them.
The wind was blowing, but the only sound was the girl's constant voice.
Wearing a blue dress, she is slender and graceful, standing tall and tall, like a heroine.
The so-called heroes are men and women.
Not just the practitioners, but also the girls in the dungeon.
When they heard Qing Ge's words, the jealousy and resentment in their eyes all melted into an inexplicable luster.
she……
I'm not here to watch them fall into the abyss.
she--
to warm them.
Even though it was of no use in the end, at this moment, their hearts felt warmer than ever before.
The frozen and stiff blood seemed to have begun to flow slowly.
Gu Rongzha knew that things would go wrong if Qingge continued to talk like this.
Gu Rongzhao gave Zhang Jun a look, and Zhang Jun quickly stepped onto the stage, with a fierce look and arrogance, and said loudly: "Ye Qingge, don't really think that you are a savior. Don't disturb our good deeds. What's the matter? Don't
You look disdainful, but you are actually quite coquettish at heart...I'm afraid that neither Palace Master Ji nor the Evil King can satisfy you..."
Zhang Jun stepped onto the stage and stretched out his hand towards Qingge.
Qingge's eyes froze, and Lord Zhang's hands froze in mid-air.
Alian and Liu Yan'er flew over. Alian flew across the air and kicked Mr. Zhang, knocking him off the ring.
Ah Lian landed firmly on the ring, glanced sideways at Zhang Jun, clapped her hands, "blasphemy and insult to the Night Lord of Dongzhou is a crime of ten kinds."