Eventually, having eaten forty cakes and drank a whole pot of porridge, Sanchi finally hiccuped contentedly, ending the sensational performance!

Striding towards the outside of the dining hall, the crowd of onlookers saw that he was coming out, and hurriedly moved out of a passage that allowed Sanchi.

Sanji passed through the passageway, his ears filled with a great deal of praise, and from time to time someone tapped him on the shoulder and shouted his name.

After a short passage, Sanchi quickly walked out, but this was the first time in his life that he had enjoyed such starry treatment. I never thought that the attitude of the clan towards Santa would make myself who had been hiding in the crowd since I was a child and secretly envy myself enjoy it!

However, the crowd gradually dispersed, although they were still discussing Sanchi's "feat" today. But after all, it was only an amazing amount of food, and soon only Sanji was left standing alone in front of the dining hall in a daze. Finally, a hurried bell in his ears pulled him back to reality.

That's the patrol team's assembly signal, it's time to go on patrol again. Sanji regained his dejected expression and walked towards the assembly place of his patrol team. But as soon as he turned around, he was stopped by a group of people, and a sour joke came."

"Yo, isn't this my honest big brother? I've heard that you're in such a limelight today, and now you're a big celebrity! But you still have to be controlled by the lowly assembly bell, and return to patrol! Hey, it seems that the number of human lives cannot be changed..."

Sanji looked up at Santa, who was dressed in gorgeous clothes, and once again felt the sense of self-shame that he had cultivated over the years. Habitually bowed his head, respectfully let go of the side of the road, and wanted to let this uncle pass first. He didn't expect that Santa had come to him.

The two attendants walked straight up to Sanchi, who was hiding his head, and lifted his arms to keep his feet off the ground. Then Santa paced slowly, as if talking to herself, but everyone around her, including Sanchi, could hear her:

"The Gaha people have always been disciplined, and those who cannot return to the team after the bell rings twice are punished with tattoos. Sanchi, why don't you go? Everyone is watching, I can't show favoritism! If you really can't arrive on time, then the punishment of the tattoo is inevitable... Hey, how is that good?"

This performance was seen by the people who had not yet dispersed, where did anyone not know why? It's just that half-brothers are so vicious to each other, which is embarrassing. In addition, this Santa was originally rumored to have the reputation of being a bully, and Sanchi was honest, so naturally people were psychologically on Sanchi's side.

Such fratricidal drama has been very popular among the people since ancient times! The crowd of onlookers gathered more and more, and even more than half of the people who had just watched Sanchi's big stomach feat returned. Of course, in addition to sympathy for Sanchi, there are many people who feel disgusted by Santa's disrespectful and pretentious words!

Seeing that the time was going on, the assembly bell should ring again soon, and Sanji was held in mid-air by two big men as if he couldn't move, most of them daring to be angry. However, there are also people who are upright and upright.

At this moment, a person stood up in the crowd, pointed at the bullying Santa, and shouted:

"Deliberately obstructing others from obeying the clan rules, you can do it!

Everyone looked at this "warrior" who spoke up, but there was no more praise in his eyes, but more pity and pity.

was originally scolded in public, and Santa was still a little weak-hearted. Now when I saw that the onlookers were not bewitched by this person and were excited, I was very relieved, and I said arrogantly:

"Who am I, just Gaha's slaves, it's your job to make a fire and make food, and the rest has nothing to do with you, get out!"

Gang slave is a kind of professional title. And there is a word "slave" in his title, which also explains his status. The slave is not a noble clan elder, not even an ordinary clansman, but a slave. To be exact, he was just a slave who was in charge of cooking on the fire in the dining hall!

Compared to Santa, the huge disparity in status is only one aspect. However, what made his collision even more dangerous was another reality!

The slaves in the Gaha clan are all the personal property of the patriarch! And Santa is the son of the patriarch! In other words, this slave is actually one of the private property of the Santa family!

This is why as soon as the onlookers heard Santa call out the identity of this person as a "gangslave", they immediately showed helpless compassion. Because everyone knows that if a commoner contradicts the patriarch's son, maybe the patriarch will have to weigh the pros and cons considering his identity. But the reality today is that a slave of his own family has confronted his master, and the master disposes of his private property without explaining it to any outsider.

Life and death are not slaves!

Santa's smirkling voice echoed all around, but the crowd of onlookers fell silent. They watched Sanji pull out the bright scimitar at his waist and walk towards the slave step by step, not daring to be angry, not daring to speak, and not daring to save him. Gradually, the crowd began to retreat, and they turned around and walked towards their respective places.

It's not indifference, it's compromise. A compromise to the rules, a compromise to the rights, and a compromise to one's own life.

However, this is also ruthless! It is in the face of ignition and kindness and justice, ruthlessly burying kindness and justice!

The slave regretted it a little, he was too impulsive! No, he should be proud! He has been a slave for decades, and he has endured enough humiliation and burden! This is not looking for death, this is seeking death, seeking a dignified death! Dying in the name of a "gang slave" is of course not as heroic and dignified as a sacrifice in the name of justice!

The slave who was bent on death had no intention of resisting, and Santa smiled as if there was nothing to fear, closing her eyes and waiting for the greatest death as a slave!

The scimitar was slowly raised, and the rising sun shone, but the light of the knife did not have half of the yang energy, but the cold light shone on the clothes!

"Pay the price for your disrespect!"

The knife fell, and the iron blade of the scimitar cut through the air and quickly approached the neck of the slave! The crowd who had not yet left subconsciously turned their faces...

"Bell!"

The sound of the clash of gold and iron sounded! Everyone looked back in confusion and saw that the scimitar entered the flesh and the scene of blood splattering five steps did not appear!

"You!"

An angry cry came from Sanchi, who was holding a scimitar, and everyone saw it clearly!

The two entourages who had originally carried Sanchi fell to the ground crying wolf, and their hands drooped weakly, obviously a symptom of broken bones!

Look at the side of the slave again! The sharp blade came to a steady stop less than two inches from the slave's neck, and no matter how much Santa had, he couldn't move an inch!

"Slave, I'm also the son of the patriarch, I'm going to declare you free now, get out of here and be an ordinary person. ”

"Master Sanchi!"

After the slave robbery, he didn't have time to be grateful to his life-saving benefactor, and he was suddenly released from his slave status! The slave was stunned, this is the luck that every slave has only appeared in his dreams!

Kneeling on one knee, he raised his hand and bowed! Da En did not say a word, turned around and squeezed out of the crowd and disappeared.

"Sanchi, you're not bold, I..."

Again he used all his strength, but the scimitar that Sanji had grabbed still didn't move!Annoyed and angry, when did Santa lose face in front of so many people?

His eyes were cold, and the short blade was unsheathed. The frenzied Santa stabbed a cold light at her half-brother!

"Click!"

Just as Santa made a move, Sanji grabbed the three fingers of the scimitar with a slight force, twisting the scimitar into countless pieces!

"Poof!"

The short blade and the broken knife go into the meat separately!

"Ah~my hand!Sanchi, you cut off my hand!ah~!"

The howl of killing pigs resounded throughout the camp, Santa clutched the severed limb gushing with blood, and the palm of the severed hand fell into the filthy ditch not far away!

When everyone saw this, they relieved their hatred in their hearts, this can be regarded as a lesson for this high-flying and domineering Santa!

No, where did the short blade in Santa's hand go?!

Although Sanji said that he had reformed his body, he was still a mortal in the flesh after all, and the short blade entered the body from the ribs, and the injury was not light, and finally he couldn't support it and fell in a pool of blood!

The two sons of the Gaha patriarch both fell to the ground! The matter was not trivial, and naturally it quickly reached the ears of this eccentric father.

Looking at the two sons who were carried in front of him by the crowd, the Gaha patriarch walked in front of his youngest son Santa with an arrow, and his concern was overflowing. Beside him, the other was unattended. Seeing this, the clansmen also shook their heads and sighed, their hearts were all their own flesh and blood, and this father was so biased, which was really embarrassing.

"Quick, Doctor Clan, let him come to me quickly, if my son's hand can't be picked up, I want his life!

"Patriarch, Sanji ...

"He is to blame! He cut off his own brother's hands, he is really vicious!"

Hearing that the patriarch reversed black and white, the hearts of the people who were brought by Sanchi sank to the bottom of their hearts!

"Get out of the way!

Before the clan doctor arrived, the clansmen were worried, and a group of people were behind the crowd gathered in the big tent courtyard. Soon, two bearded men came out of the crowd!

Seeing Sanji, the brown beard stepped out, a little at the wound, temporarily stopped the blood, and then picked up the seriously injured and unconscious him and turned around and walked out.

Another black-bearded man glanced at the patriarch, dropped a sentence in his mouth, and then turned to follow and squeezed out the crowd.

"Don't fight or kill until the next order. Otherwise, the person who listens to the order will flee immediately like the clan doctor... By the way, Sanji, I'll take it first..."

The patriarch was startled by the sudden appearance of two unfamiliar faces, and finally came back to his senses, and shouted hysterically:

"Quick, chase me back! If people can't chase me back, I'll kill you!"

A group of soldiers turned around and ran out of the tent, leaving the patriarch anxiously worried in the tent. However, as Bai Qing said, this group of soldiers did not run in the direction of the clan doctor's escape, but embarked on their own escape path together...