Another two days have passed, and the number of clans who come to give gifts and make friends has become fewer.

Jia Jie and Qinglang spent half a day working hard to count the harvest, and the final result was really jaw-dropping. Even people like Qinglang who have seen a big scene can't help but shake their heads in admiration.

If you want to get rich, it's better to receive gifts the fastest

This is Dongxiang Mountain, as long as you have strength, status and treasures are not a problem. Jia Jie's harvest in the past few days alone is definitely comparable to the thousand-year accumulation of ordinary clans.

"Young Master Qinglang, Master Yanxiong, all the clansmen of the Gu Clan, a total of one hundred and seventy-five people, have all been brought, and they are now waiting at the bottom of the mountain," a mid-seventh order spirit replied at the door.

"Oh, so soon"

A few days ago, Qing Suo saw Jia Ming's divine refining skills, and was greatly impressed, and he had the heart to make friends with the Yan clan. It was immediately decided to give the Gu Clan, a Terran tribe that had been taken in decades ago, as a gift to the Yan Clan. The clan land of the Qinghu clan is very close to Xiongqiu Mountain, but there are more than 100,000 miles, and it will be delivered in less than a few days.

Soon, Jia Jie and Qinglang came to the foot of Bear Hill.

A seventh-order slave of the Blue Fox Clan was waiting here, and when he saw the two of them, he hurriedly saluted.

"Where are the people of the Gu tribe?" asked Qinglang.

"Back to the young master's words, they are all in the valley in front. ”

Led by this spirit, he soon came to a small valley in the shape of a gourd.

I saw the number one hundred and ten, one by one, lying on the ground like mud, and some of them were unconscious. Two men with stronger strength were carrying a corpse outside. Their bodies were a little shaky, their faces were pale, and they were sweating profusely after walking a few steps, as if they had to hold on to them so that they did not fall.

Not far away, a little girl of seven or eight years old was lying on top of a woman, crying hoarsely. The woman was clearly dead, and her body was stiff.

These people all possessed a complete Dao body, and from a distance, they seemed to be a large group of eighth-order spirits who had been transformed. But their qi and blood are extremely weak, and most people's breath is not even comparable to that of ordinary beasts. Their clothes were also tattered, at most a slightly intact animal skin, and some of them were covered only with leaves, and their bony bodies shivered in the cold wind. All of them had sallow faces, apparently caused by long-term hunger.

No one could have imagined how such a group of people would survive in this cruel world

Seeing that the Seventh-Order Lord who brought them here went and returned, he also brought over two characters who seemed to have more backgrounds. Some looked up numbly and looked at the three of them in silence. Their eyes were incomparably hollow, as if they had no soul, only in the depths, very hidden, deep and resentful like the sea.

Jay was completely stunned. Before that, he had imagined a thousand situations when he encountered other human tribes, but he did not expect that it would be such a situation. The joy of coming was gone, and all that remained was the raging anger that kept growing and rising

Qinglang was also stunned.

The seventh-order spirit saw the different colors on the faces of the two of them, and quickly explained: "The physique of these minions is really poor, although we brought them all the way from the wind, and they didn't take a single step, but they were still very tired, and they were paralyzed on the ground one by one and couldn't get up. Judging from the small, this human race is really useless, except for the transformation of the shape early, a little clever, it is pure waste, and the physical strength is so weak that even the lowest-level demon beasts can't compare. It's completely useless, it's better to kill them all and feed them to pet beasts."

This mid-seventh-order spirit is a slave that the Green Fox family is used to, and has been in the Green Fox Clan for many years, and is a little smart, more capable of doing things, and is very familiar with several sons in the clan, so he speaks more casually. He didn't know where Jia Jie came from, but he had received an order a few days ago to bring the Terrans to Xiongqiu Mountain as soon as possible, along with a few seventh-order slaves. In his opinion, these human races are really useless, and they also consume a lot of physical strength of a few people along the way, so they are very unaccustomed to it, and they will go to the master to give them "eye medicine" whenever they have the opportunity.

When the two Terrans who came forward to meet him, they fell to their knees with a thud and prostrated desperately, begging for mercy from the big man. They knew that the lives of hundreds of people in the entire Gu clan were just a thought of these people.

The seventh-order spirit glanced at them with contempt, and before he could say a few more words, he didn't want to, but an extremely fierce momentum was instantly suppressed on his head, and before he could react, he had already been slapped hard in the face. Then, another punch slammed down, and the unlucky seventh-order spirit had turned into a "meat pie" and clung to the ground

The loud sound startled everyone in the Gu clan to raise their heads, and when they saw that the god-like seventh-order adult in their eyes was actually knocked down by this young man's punch and couldn't get up for a long time, they were all stunned, and in their hearts, they buried their heads deep again, for fear of getting into trouble.

The world of these big people is not something they can set foot into. The jokes of the big guys are not something they can watch casually. In the final analysis, the Gu Clan is only one of the many slave clans under the Qinghu Clan, and it is also the most inconspicuous and lowest-status one. These seventh-order spirits with mana power to the sky, anyone can take the lives of their entire clan with a single word.

Between life and death, the Gu clan struggled

Years of endurance and hunger have damaged their bodies and tormented their souls, but they have sharpened their will a thousand times over. They can't resist, and that will ruin a faint chance to get ahead. Every one of them, every day, is working hard to do the hardest and most tiring things, pooling the little food they get and supplying it to the most gifted clansmen, hoping that one day they will be successful in cultivation and be able to lead their clansmen out of the sea of suffering.

In this way, they survive in humiliation day by day for the faint hope. Now, more than sixty years have passed, although many clansmen have paid the price of their lives, but among them there is already an Innate Realm cultivator, thirteen Martial Realm powerhouses, and if they work hard, they will persist for a few hundred years, I believe that their descendants will definitely have a bright future

Countless slave clans who have suffered the same have survived in this way, and the human race can also one day, they will become a subordinate clan like the Green Fox Clan, and even stand taller and regain the glory of the distant mother clan

Looking at these deeply hung heads, Jia Jie's heart was like a knife. These are their own compatriots and siblings, but now, their situation is thousands of times more tragic than that of the former Yan clan

Qinglang understood Jia Jie's feelings, and could only explain apologetically: "All slaves are like this, they use their own labor in exchange for a chance to survive. Many slaves belong voluntarily, and my father also consulted the Gu tribe at the beginning, asking them if they would like to become slaves, or continue to return to the outskirts of the mountains and survive under the threat of many demon beasts. In the end, they chose to stay. ”

Jia Jie understood what Qinglang meant, and knew that it was no wonder that the Qinghu clan was in this matter. This is the choice made by the Gu people themselves in order to survive. But my heart is still uncomfortable.

At this moment, the seventh-order spirit who had been struggling on the ground for a long time jumped up, and he lost the last shred of his reason in a fit of rage, regardless of whether this was his son's honored guest, his body turned into an afterimage and grabbed Jia Jie fiercely.

There was another loud bang, and the spirit shot back at an even faster speed, slamming into the ground.

This time it was not Jia Jie who made the shot, but Qinglang on the side.

Reading is exciting, reading is wonderful!

( = )