The hand that was pulled back into the tent was very puzzled, broke free from the little open hand, and asked:

"Why! Why don't you help them, they are so pitiful..." This

was the first time, and the hand was speaking to the source in a questioning tone.

Questioning, the tears of the hand involuntarily dripped down.

At the same time, his eyes fell into a state of confusion.

The real world can only be so powerless?

Even the source is also cold-eyed....

Listen to the sounds coming from outside.

In the confused eyes, he gradually lost his radiance and became numb.

This kind of numb eyes is exactly the same as those Qian heads outside.

Cold indifference.

It is said that girls are more precocious, and Mikoto's state of mind is much stronger.

Although everything today also had a great impact on her heart.

But she firmly believes that Yuan is definitely someone who will not easily give in!

She believes in the source and does not stand idly by.

It's just the state of hand fighting..., which worries her.

Mikoto would love to help Teta, but didn't know how.

At this moment, the hand hit was frustrated, and there seemed to be something in the heart, it was extinguished, numbness and hollowness were spreading.

He touched Mikoto's head and

comforted, "Don't worry."

However, when it comes to hand fighting, the source is not so gentle, even with a temper.

Directly rewarded, hand hit a big red envelope.

His hands hurt, and the red envelopes on his head smoked, and he didn't know it.

Just eyes dull and empty, quietly looking at the source.

See no response.

Find a symmetrical position, the source has something to do a big red envelope reward.

The hand hit and then ate pain, but still silent and unresponsive, looking unloveable.

It wasn't until he beat his hand into the Bull Demon King that Gen, panting in satisfaction, spoke.

"Who said that we won't help them?!"

Hearing these words, the eyes of the hand gradually became focused, and slowly recovered some radiance.

However, these sources did not notice it, because he was very serious at the moment, clenching his fists tightly.

His body exuded coldness, and he said in a cold tone.

"The cruelty of this world, although you and I can't do anything, but the leaders in front of us, we still have a way to save!"

This hostility is not directed at someone, but at this whole world!

Although Genda was very cold, Tetsuda and Mikoto's heart were like a flame burning, and they felt an unparalleled heat.

Leaning against the outside of the tent, Dai, whose thick eyebrows were twisted together, could not stand up at the moment.

He was born from the bottom, and he understood the cruelty and suffering of the bottom.

Break directly into the tent and solemnly look at the source.

"Gen-kun, what good idea do you have."

"Follow me."

Without explanation, the source appeared in the village with everyone.

Then all of them used transformation techniques and became ordinary Qianshou.

After inquiring, he quickly found the same difficult village chief's house.

He said that he was a Qian leader who had fled from other villages and hoped to beg for food.

Seeing the miserable appearance of several people, the village chief also helplessly said that his family also had no surplus food.

Seeing this source, they can only turn to the second place and say that they are begging for saliva.

After knowing that they were not asking for food, the village chief was also relieved.

I got a lot of water.

Drinking room.

Several people and the village chief are also acquainted.

The village chief also began, complaining to them.

"This year is a big drought year, and everyone has failed to harvest the crops."

"Helplessly, how can we plead, but the noble lords are still tough to collect eighty percent of the tax!"

Yes!

Harvest eighty percent!

What a squeeze! This TM is juicing.

The hand hit in disbelief, and his eyes widened,

"You guys handed it over?"

The old village chief sighed and nodded sadly.

"We handed it over."

"If you don't hand it over, you can't do it! Grain collection teams, with dozens of samurai, whoever dares not to hand them over, will cut whom.

"The strong men in our village, after a few people were cut, everyone had no choice, so they had to obediently pay food."

"Now it's too difficult for the big guys, so they can only tighten their belts and wait for the next season's grain to ripen."

"But during this period, I don't know how many people will starve to death."

......

This nagging is nagging until midnight.

But in the middle of the night, they didn't feel sleepy.

Hearing the village chief, telling the suffering of the Qian leaders, how could they sleep?

Anger, sadness, loss, pain.

One thing after another, like a knife, is constantly cutting their hearts.

In the eyes of the nobles who knocked on the bones and sucked the pith, these heads of them were two legged sheep.

The pain of the sheep, the life and death of the sheep, had nothing to do with them in the eyes of the nobility.

Left the village chief's house.

The source they went, the village and town aristocratic house.

When I came to the village and town, the painting style changed directly.

Although it was midnight, the nobleman's home was still brightly lit.

There is a constant sound of extravagance inside.

Fly into the courtyard, through the window.

The source they saw that a white and fat fat man was blindfolded, groping in a group of small flying swallows.

"Hey, hey, hey! Beauty, where are you? A

few little flying swallows, briskly dodging the body, laughing and groaning at the same time, using handkerchiefs to tickle the fat man's heart.

But the fat man obviously enjoyed this unbearable feeling.

Very happy, left and right.

When he pounced on one, he groped Xiao Yan's figure and said a name.

"You are, Xiaoqian, no, you're Xiaohong, no, you're Xiaoguo, right!"

But perhaps, Xiao Feiyan's name is too much, the fat man really can't remember, and he said a few in a row, but he didn't say it right.

The swallow, who was held, snorted arrogantly and said delicately:

"Hmph! People are a small fire, the owner you really care! I've been here for a month and you still can't remember my name! The

fat man smiled a little embarrassed, took back the hand on the peak, and scratched his head.

I grabbed a bottle of wine and took a sip.

However, he threw it on the ground casually, and said unhappily:

"The wine has a fruity taste, it is not good to drink."

The servant on the side was instantly frightened and knelt on the ground, shivering: "

Adults are angry, adults are angry, this is last month, your favorite wine!"

When the fat man thought about it, it seemed to be true, a little embarrassing.

The next moment, the fat man took off the blindfold again, got up and took a step forward, and kicked the servant's upper body.

"!"

"You even dare to talk back!"

Kicking a kick was still uneasy, and he also made up for the servant's stomach.

The little swallow on the side was frightened, but quickly got used to it.

A swallow, picked up a big leg of lamb, handed it to the fat man, and said with a flattering smile:

"Master, don't be angry, come and eat something to dissipate your anger."

Taking the leg of lamb, the fat man huffed, took a bite in the most delicious position, chewed it and ate it.

Then he threw it on the ground casually, and muttered in disgust.

"The whole leg of lamb is a delicious bite."

Then, the entire hall returned to the previous scene.

Then the music and then the dance.

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