"Kill him, there will be a new thirty-six days over, since the White King has arranged you in this kind of ruin, it means that these are all the above meanings, and those Tianfeng under him can't decide......" Cheng Wulin frowned.

The thin man gritted his teeth: "No matter!" Now we just hate that stinky old man! No matter how cruel the people behind are, they will admit it! ”

Cheng Wulin always felt that something was wrong. He glanced at the declining nobles who were prostrate on the ground, except for the fact that their clothes were a little torn, and the skin exposed under the holes in their clothes looked healthy, not malnourished.

He had seen African children on television, skinny and spine-filled bellies with ascites from chronic malnutrition. In front of him was a little girl with bright eyes, but her dirty face was full, and there was no hidden wound on it.

Only the thin man in front of him looks like a refugee, but seeing that he still has a lot of strength, this appearance is not convincing.

"What did that old man do to you? Mental humiliation? Or physical abuse? Cheng Wulin asked.

"Both!" The thin man was indignant, "He wants us to work!" Repair this ruin! This is a city that has been destroyed by the fighting, and we are asked to do such a dirty job when it should be done by the inferior workers! ”

Hearing this, a direct fire rushed up from Cheng Wulin's heart: "How should I abuse it?" Is this what you call abuse? ”

"What is this not abuse?" The thin man slapped the ground violently, his fingers covered with mud, "Our family used to be one of the most prominent families in Guibai, but just because the thirty-six days in the family died in the hands of Tianfeng of the Youcui Kingdom, we were thrown into this pigsty-like place, living without servants and ......"

Cheng Wulin was so angry that he interrupted him: "What's wrong with repairing the city? Aren't you citizens of the White Emperor? Aren't those so-called inferior workers the inhabitants of the White Emperor's Room? ”

The man didn't quite understand why Cheng Wulin was angry: "My lord doesn't know, in our upper realm, people are divided into high and low!" ”

"So it's wrong!" Cheng Wulin kicked away the thin man, "I won't help you." ”

"No way!" The thin man was kicked down, but suddenly shouted, "You are a lowly ...... Sorry, you have to help us! ”

"Huh? What am I a shitty person for? Cheng Wulin laughed angrily, "So your family's thirty-six days sacrificed their lives for the country and sacrificed their lives for Guibai, and then you just gave me a lowly nether person to kneel, just begging me to help you live a more comfortable life?" You bunch of trash! ”

The man was dumbfounded by his sarcastic voice this time, and the people behind him gradually raised their heads, revealing a mixture of anger and helplessness one by one.

"You want me to kill the Heavenly Bong who abused you, regardless of whether their relatives will be treated like you or not, right? Anyway, you've already had such a hard time, so it doesn't matter if you have some inconsequential people living the same life as you, right? ”

Cheng Wulin raised his voice and scolded: "I think the white king is really fucking wrong!" ”

"Then you ......" the man's eyes flashed with hope.

Cheng Wulin looked at him with the eyes that looked at the pickled things: "No, what's wrong with him is that he should let you come here before you die for thirty-six days." It's long overdue for your values to be baptized! ”

"Well said!"

A clear voice suddenly came from overhead.

Because he had been vigilant all around, Cheng Wulin's body had already reacted at the same time as this voice sounded, tiptoeing, retreating a few steps along the wall behind him, and then raising the dragon scales in his hand, looking at the owner of the voice vigilantly.

An old man in Tsing Yi who looked like a fairy wind and bones landed where Cheng Wulin had just stood, and kicked away the thin man who was kneeling. The latter was kicked twice in such a short time, screamed in his throat, rolled to the side and began to retch.

"You're the old man he called the guard, aren't you?" A red light flashed, and the hydroelectric caron scales appeared between the middle finger and index finger of Cheng Wulin's left hand.

"Yes, that's right. In Xia Kuwen, he is the steward of the ruins of this Baimang District, and also serves as the caretaker of these garbage. The old man in Tsing Yi gave Cheng Wulin a fist salute, "What the little brother said is really good, he understands our hard work so much, and he is really a rare talent." It's a pity ......"

As soon as Ku Wen's fist loosened, a brown shadow attacked Cheng Wulin without warning. Cheng Wulin threw out the dragon scales in his right hand, and the two objects collided with each other and made a sound of gold and iron intersecting, and they bounced outward.

Cheng Wulin looked carefully at the brown shadow and found that it was a round walnut.

“…… It's a pity that you're a nether person, and I can't keep you. Ku Wen's eyebrows lowered, and he spread his hands, and the walnut flew back above his hands, suspended in the air with the other walnut in his hand, slowly rotating like a Taiji diagram.

Is this a plate of walnuts? Cheng Wulin also waved his hand, and the dragon scales thrown out were re-condensed into the blue and white rice card in the black runes scattered in the palm of his hand.

He looked at the opponent's feet slightly suspended from the ground, his calf muscles tense, ready to dodge the opponent's attack at any time.

This is a genuine Tianfeng, who may not be as strong as Du Ling, but it is estimated that he is not weaker than Gongsun Zhu and others.

Fortunately, the strange feeling on my back is still there. Cheng Wulin twisted his body, and the cold feeling of flowing water behind him could only make his hairs stand on end, but now it gave him a strange sense of security.

Mr. Ning's plan to open the king is him, maybe the bruise on the back of his hand is a surveillance on him, but this thing on the back, he feels that it should help him.

Thinking like this, he leaned down lightly and made a preparatory move for the 100-meter sprint.

The old man called Kuwen closed his palms together, slapped on the two walnuts, and then took the walnuts in both hands and twisted his palms.

Isn't it throwing? That must have been the use of the printer's own abilities.

Cheng Wulin stomped on the ground and rose into the air. As soon as he jumped up, the ground beneath his feet began to twist with the bitter movement, and the stone slabs on the ground squeezed together with a tooth-aching click.

"Dodge? So what about it! Bitter Wen made a hawk talon motion, and the two walnuts spun rapidly in the palm of his hand.

Cheng Wulin's body was still in the air, and he realized that the distortion of the space under him actually climbed all the way up along the trajectory of his jump.

He had chosen to land on a tattered wall beside him, but it was now clear that the twist would come to him before he stepped on it.

It seems that this is the only way to go.

Cheng Wulin threw out a dragon scale at the twist below.

Seeing his movements, Ku Wen not far away showed a sinister smile.