How the battle of Mogu Cape is, Monsoon is not clear, at this moment, he is carrying a huge square bluestone with handcuffs and anklets, and beside him, Mo Zephyr also has handcuffs on his hands, compared to Monsoon, Mo's handcuffs are longer, almost hanging to the ground, with this kind of handcuffs quarrying, it is undoubtedly a painful torture. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

"Beat ......, beat me ......, these lowly slaves actually make trouble for me and beat me hard......"

Monsoon and Mo Zefeng carried the boulder to the entrance of the Imperial Tomb, where dozens of pandamen were tied to the stone pillars, and the Mogu soldiers were beating them fiercely, and with a whip, the panda people's fur was about to be pulled off a large piece, and there was a lot of blood flowing from the feet of these punished panda people.

Wearing a gold collar and an emerald ring on his finger, Mogu Overseer Pan Rong is "admiring" this play, and the panda man's screams can make him extremely happy.

"Master Ji, it's just a common thing, hold back ......"

This time, it was Mo Zephyr who mentioned Monsoon, and at this moment, Monsoon looked at the punished Pandaren slaves, and his face was already showing endless killing intent.

"Mo, act in advance, I will go to the Celestial Prison Cell tonight to investigate, I can't bear to see everyone suffering like this."

In the dream trial, Monsoon didn't feel pain, so he didn't feel the taste of empathy, and today he was wearing bracelets, leg cuffs, and eating pieces of dry, hard, spoiled bread and steamed buns.

Despite the power of true qi to protect the body, the bracelets and anklets are still wearing away from the monsoon's hair, and in the hinterland of Kunlai, the wind is blowing almost all the time, although it has only been moving the stones for less than a day, the monsoon has a feeling that it has passed a month.

While in Shadowwind Village, Monsoon could keep warm with a brazier and sleep on a silk quilt, and on this construction site, he lived the most humble life.

The days of moving bricks are really difficult, and at this moment, Monsoon's hatred for the Mogu clan has really reached the extreme.

……

At dusk.

The entrance of Chaoyang Primary School.

As usual, Han Xiaoming and his friends are talking about the monsoon, and they are talking about the live broadcast content of the past few days.

"Xiao Ming, Brother Feng hasn't started a live broadcast for almost two days, do you think Brother Feng will have an accident." Take out your kidney 7plus, Xiao Ming's little friend asked.

"Xiaodong, we are members of Chaoyang Primary School's 'Iron Fist Monsoon' support club, how can we doubt Brother Feng? As an old driver, I guess Brother Feng will definitely start a live broadcast tonight. "Basically, Xiao Ming's live broadcast of Monsoon will watch every episode, even if he can't see it, he will watch the video, he is a die-hard fan of Monsoon.

While the two were chatting, Xiaodong's mobile phone rang, which was a push from Storm Live.

"Broken Locks: Free the Pandaren Slave ......"

Looking at the message on his phone, Xiao Dong read it word by word, his brows furrowed slightly, he didn't understand the meaning of these words.

"From the anchor, Iron Fist Monsoon."

Immediately after that, the push bar turned to the second page.

"Xiao Ming, you are really a genius, Brother Feng really started the live broadcast." Swiping the screen, Xiaodong unlocked his phone and opened the storm live broadcast platform.

At this moment, the entrance of Chaoyang Primary School suddenly became a lot quieter, because in addition to Xiao Ming and Xiao Dong, Ji Feng also had many primary school fans, and coincidentally, his primary school fans all took out their mobile phones at this moment.

"Sure enough, Brother Feng started a live broadcast, Xiaodong, let's go to your house to do my homework today!"

"Well, it just so happens that my uncle is driving to pick me up, and on the way, we can also discuss and study!"

The two looked at each other and smiled, and everything was silent.

……

"Broken Locks Fury."

After changing the title of the live broadcast room to these four words, Monsoon started the live broadcast, and at this moment, the sun has set, and the day of quarrying work of the panda people slaves is over.

Night fell again, and a bonfire lit up in the slave camp, and at one of the bonfires, Mo Zefeng and Monsoon were eating and drinking, and in the basket in front of them was a pile of steamed buns and a bag of water.

"The anchor is online, and the lock is angry? What the hell ......"

"Why did Brother Feng wear the slave robe again, why are there still shackles on his body? Could it be that he was caught by the Mogu Clan? ”

"Brother Feng eats something, it looks moldy."

The live broadcast room opened, and a wave of barrages rolled out, and in an instant, the number of viewers in the live broadcast room broke the million mark.

"Sailors, I'm in the Emperor's Valley now, I'm not caught by the Mogu Clan, but I'm making pre-war preparations, have you seen this steamed bun in my hand? I'm going to fight with it later......" started the live broadcast, and Monsoon was in a much better mood, and he joked with his sailors.

Previously, Monsoon said that there was going to be an epic blockbuster, and tonight the "blockbuster" started.

"Brother Feng, steamed buns can also be used as weapons? Don't pretend to be ......"

"The streamer is finally going to war with the Mogu Clan?"

"666, blow than only serve the wind brother ......"

"Broken lock rage, I understand, Brother Feng refers to the chains on his body. Breaking the lock and anger means breaking the chains and releasing the angry ...... in the panda people's hearts. ”

While chatting with the sailors, Monsoon is eating steamed buns at the same time, here there will only be a full meal at night, if Monsoon doesn't eat tonight, if you want to eat it again, you will have to wait until tomorrow. Although this steamed bun is very hard and difficult to eat, Monsoon still eats a lot, and after a day of high-intensity work, the hunger in the stomach can make people feel the urge to die.

"Sailors, do you know what I went through today? Have you ever tried to move bricks in the weather of minus 10 degrees, have you ever tried to work with chains, I believe you have not experienced it, and today I experienced this kind of life for a day. ”

Empathize, Monsoon wants to let sailors really feel the atmosphere in the Emperor's Valley, only after experiencing it in person, everyone will be impressed, liked, or moved.

In Monsoon's view, his live broadcast tonight will also awaken the long-dormant hearts of sailors.

"When I was 15 years old, I was most afraid of the sound of the neighbor's mahjong at night, at that time, I wanted to stab my neighbor to death with a knife, when I was 20 years old, the most afraid was to be hungry, at that time there was no income from live broadcasting, I could only eat one meal a day, but after experiencing today's incident, I knew that what I was afraid of before was nothing at all."

"A pair of bracelets, a pair of anklets, wearing them I have to carry hundreds of pounds of stone slabs, from morning to night, how difficult this life is, can you think of it? The reason why I want to overthrow the Mogu clan is that I don't want to live this life one day in the future......"

Monsoon was talking plainly in the live broadcast room, and at the same time, the camera in the live broadcast room switched to the panda man slave camp.

It was a mess, many panda people were even more wounded, their heads were wrapped in towels, their bodies were wearing black and shabby robes, and their hair was stuck in a ball because it had not been washed for a long time, and the deplorable nature of the slave camp surprised the sailors.

"I don't want to be one of the people here one day, tonight, I'm not a slave, not a god, it's actually myself. I don't want to move bricks for the rest of my life in the future, so I'm going to save the gods and save myself......"

Monsoon's words are the real theme of tonight.