As soon as the words fell, a chill bloomed in Mo Xuan's pupils, and in an instant, the murderous aura was terrifying, and the surroundings became more and more cold!

The wicked man and the others couldn't help but shudder, looking at each other in shock!

"Little brother, it seems that the road is not easy!"

The evil man's face was much more solemn, and he stood with the blacksmith and the others, looking at Mo Xuan and Mo Li coldly. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

"You don't need to know where we're coming from, because you're dead!" Moli hummed, his hair thick and upside down like an angry lion.

If Mo Xuan hadn't stopped him before, he would have wanted to do it a long time ago.

What these people have done has touched the bottom line of Mo Li, and he wants to break them into pieces.

In the cold, these people took advantage of the danger of the people, grabbed the already miserable people into the village like pigs and dogs, enslaved them, tortured them, and made the people's life worse than death.

Such acts are outrageous!

"Since you dare to open this black shop, you must have the consciousness of hitting the iron plate!" Mo Xuan said coldly, and his palm slowly raised.

"Hmph, pretend to be a ghost, on!"

The evil man's face was gloomy, and with a wave of his hand, a group of people immediately rushed up.

"Boom la la ......"

The blacksmith waved his chains and rushed towards Mo Xuan with great ferocity, trying to wrap the chains around his neck.

The others pounced on Mo Li, who looked much older and burlier, and they intuitively felt that Mo Li was a little trickier.

"Bang ......"

Mo Xuan's cold gaze carved over the blacksmith's face like a knife, and then grabbed the chain, shook his palm abruptly, and pinched and exploded the chain, causing iron filings to rise everywhere.

"Ah......h

A lot of iron filings pierced the blacksmith's body like tiny hairy needles, piercing his meridians, making him scream and fall to the ground and convuls.

"Roar!"

On the other side, Mo Li was one against ten, his muscles were bulging, his strength was infinite, and his stone pier-like fists were constantly swinging, one punch at a time, directly hitting those who were besieging him and flying out upside down, crashing into many walls.

The movement was so great that many slaves stared at it with wide eyes.

When they saw that those hateful villains were so simply put down, they were all stunned and in disbelief.

"You are monks, you are monks......"

After smashing a wall, the evil man was covered in blood, his eyes widened, and he looked at Mo Xuan and Mo Li in fear, and finally understood, and couldn't help but tremble.

His muscles and bones were broken by Mo Li's punch, and it was not easy to still hold a breath at the moment.

Hearing this, the others also reacted and suddenly despaired.

I thought that Mo Xuan and the others were fat sheep, who would have thought that they were terrifying tigers, but this time, they really kicked the iron plate.

Mo Xuan ignored them and worked with Mo Li to loosen the shackles of those poor slaves.

"Roaring ......"

The moment the shackles were loosened, the eyes of these slaves were filled with an incomparably strong glint of hatred, and they rushed up and let out a terrifying low roar, pounced on those evil men.

"Ah......h

Immediately afterwards, a scream that made people's scalps tingle sounded, and many slaves directly bit those people to death, all over the place were bloody, and many slaves were still biting the flesh in their mouths, which made people sick.

Mo Xuan and Mo Li turned their heads at the same time, this scene was too cruel and bloody, they really couldn't stand it.

Although he couldn't accept it, Mo Xuan didn't stop these slaves from taking revenge, they had been oppressed for so long, and they needed a way to vent, even if it was bloody.

For those evil men who died tragically in terror, Mo Xuan did not have any sympathy.

Their fate is far from making up for the crimes they have committed, and it cannot be too miserable.

After loosening the shackles of all the slaves, Mo Xuan and Mo Li didn't look back at the bloody scene again, and walked directly towards the entrance of the village.

When he arrived at the entrance of the village, Mo Xuan walked into the room where the evil man had been staying before, and saw the little girl on the bed at a glance.

The little girl had long since lost her breath, and had been dead for many days, with despair on her face, and her lower body, with many knives, forks, and sticks, was miserable.

"These brutes!"

Mo Liqi's eyes were red, and he gritted his teeth, eager to kill them again.

Mo Xuan sighed lightly and stepped forward to caress the little girl's face, so that her eyes could be closed.

After a while, the movement outside gradually disappeared, and Mo Xuan and Mo Li left the house.

A casual glance at them showed that the corpses of those evil men were blurred with flesh and blood, which was really miserable, which showed how deeply the slaves hated them.

"Multi-...... Thank you to the two immortals for saving their lives!" the slaves looked at Mo Xuan and the others timidly, standing in a row, and one of the young men said boldly.

To these slaves, the monk is a god!

"Don't thank us, you're free, get out of here!" Mo Xuan's gaze swept over each of them, and then said softly, without the slightest scruple.

Hearing this, the slaves were silent for a long time, and the bold young man smiled bitterly: "Two immortals, we have no place to go, no matter where we go, we will definitely be arrested as slaves in the end, or killed by bandits." ”

At the end of the sentence, the sorrow on the faces of the slaves became even stronger.

They didn't have enough strength to protect themselves, so they couldn't help themselves, even if Mo Xuan rescued them from here, but next, they still faced suffering.

Either freeze to death on the side of the road, be caught by others, or be slaughtered by bandits......

These are the only roads left for them.

Mo Xuan was silent, he wanted to help these people, but he couldn't think of what to do for a while.

The two of them are going to Donghan County, this journey is very dangerous, it is impossible to take such a large number of people with them, but if they leave here, regardless of asking, let them fend for themselves, Mo Xuan can't do it, and his conscience can't get by.

After a long time, Mo Xuan looked at them and asked, "Do you have any places you want to go, or do you know which places have better conditions and are safer?" ”

Hearing this, many slaves looked at each other, and some slaves lowered their heads and thought about it.

After a while, the young man stepped forward and said cautiously: "There are a few such places, but we can't go there, that's where the government is located, and we untouchables are not allowed to enter, and we will be beheaded." ”

"Where?"

Hearing this, Mo Xuan looked at the young man and asked,

"Dongyang City, which is three miles away from here, is a safe place, it is the county seat of Dongyang County, it is heavily defended, and there are many immortals in it, even those powerful bandits dare not provoke there. ”

"But there are only dignitaries and nobles who can enter, it is rumored that there are birds and flowers, warm and incomparable, no cold, eat delicacies from the mountains and seas, and wear silk and satin, which is a fairyland on earth. ”

……

The young man said slowly, with a hint of longing and yearning.

"Goo-Goo......

Hearing his description, many slaves involuntarily swallowed and foamed, and their stomachs screamed.

"In that case, then I'll send you there!" Mo Xuan nodded slightly.

"Huh? But...... If you force your way there, you will be killed, and your benefactor must not lose his life because of us!" the young man was startled, and hurriedly dissuaded.

"It's okay, I do what I say, don't worry about me, go, follow me to Dongyang City!" Mo Xuan cut the railway, and walked without the slightest concern.

Seeing this, even though those slaves were full of apprehension, they could only keep up, after all, in this cold environment, Mo Xuan was their only hope of survival.

When everyone walked out of the village, Mo Xuan set fire to the village, and then buried the slaves who had been tortured to death with the others.

Subsequently, Mo Xuan took these people and set off towards Dongyang City.

Along the way, he sheltered these ordinary people with his mystical power, otherwise with their current state, I am afraid that they will be frozen to death if they can't walk a mile.

The journey of three miles is very short, but the speed of these ordinary people is very slow, so it took Mo Xuan and them most of the day to see the city wall of Dongyang City.

Dongyang City, magnificent and majestic, stands out in this barren Dongyang County, far from being comparable to other cities.

The gates of the city were closed, and the city walls were patrolled by groups of soldiers, especially heavily guarded.

The moat outside the city is dozens of zhang wide, and one of its tributaries flows to the outside world, which is a tributary river used by Dongyang County to dispose of garbage.

There was a small gate at the bottom of the city wall, and Mo Xuan's eyes narrowed slightly, and he saw that many servants were lining up, coming out of the small gate in turn, and dumping garbage into the tributary.

Large vats of garbage were thrown into the river, and there were a lot of wine and meat and delicacies from the mountains and seas, not leftovers, but more like dishes that had never been touched.

A lot of wine and meat were not eaten, and they stinked raw and were finally discarded, which became a stark contrast to the dry bones on both sides of the tributaries, frozen to death on the side of the road.

On one side, there was a lot of wine and meat until it stinked, and then it was thrown away as garbage, and on the other side, it was so hungry that it could only eat the roots and bark of trees, and finally froze to death on the side of the road.

Such a difference, sad, lamentable!

Behind Mo Xuan, many people were hungry, looking at the stinky wine and meat in the river, and swallowed their mouths.

However, Mo Xuan didn't speak, and they didn't dare to leave without permission, so they could only stare dryly.

Mo Xuan's face was extremely gloomy, and his heart was burning with anger.

He was angry with the nobles in Dongyang City, and angry at the extravagant and wasteful officials.

Outside, it was freezing cold, and the people were freezing to death on the side of the road, but these people would rather let the wine and meat stink and pour it out, and they didn't think of taking it out to help the people.

Is such a person worthy of being an official?

Mo Xuan originally thought that the reason why the officials here did not provide disaster relief was because they were too busy to take care of themselves, but now it seems that he was too naïve.

This situation and this scene reminded Mo Xuan of a sentence he saw in an ancient book of the Book of Ten Thousand Worlds of Soldiers!

Zhumen's wine and meat stink, and there are frozen bones on the road!

Such an official mansion, absurd, such a noble, hateful, such a court...... Rotten!

"If you don't provide disaster relief, I will force you to provide disaster relief!"

Staring at the city wall, Mo Xuan muttered, his gaze was extremely indifferent, and an oppressive aura erupted.

He unabashedly appeared in front of Dongyang City with the poor people behind him, as if he was moving with refugees, and soon attracted the attention of the soldiers on the city wall.

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