Little people, too, are angry. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

Qin Hunt never felt that he was a big man, so he couldn't guess what the big man was going to do, he just wanted to keep what he deserved and pursue what he should take.

The next day, Rie Masako appeared in front of Qin Hunter as if nothing had happened, and Qin Hunter acted as if nothing had happened.

It's just that when Qingfa didn't pay attention, Rie Masako said thank you to Qin Hunt.

Qin Hunt didn't answer, Rie Masako seemed to have given up revenge, but he knew that Rie Masako was just forced by strength and threat to give in temporarily, maybe she would pass on her hatred to the child who hadn't grown up yet, and a teenager would come to him for revenge in the future.

Hatred does not mean that you can let go of it.

Rie Masako is like this, and so is Qingfa, there should always be a reason to support you to live, and sometimes revenge is also a good excuse.

Rie Masako thanked Qin Hunt for letting her understand the importance of strength, instead of "mercifully" letting go of their mother and son.

After Qin Hunt killed the Flowing Water Sword, she had to accept the reality that in order to support her family, the child who had not grown up, came out to do something that she would not do before.

For example, now, if it weren't for Qin Hunt, she might have become a plaything in bed like the other receptions, forced to do what she didn't want to do, and in the days to come, she would have to do it too.

People are always forced by life to do many things they don't like, just to live, to live better.

The world will not change because of the existence of little people, no matter whether Qin Hunt is ready or not, the day of "Forty-Nine Council" will come after all.

On the morning of the third day of arriving in Wells, after breakfast, Masako Rie brought Qin Hunt and Qingfa to the conference venue.

A small gladiatorial arena that can accommodate 1,000 people.

The duration of the "49 Parliament" varies, it may be half a day, it may be a day, it may be two days......

But no matter how long it lasts, the process remains largely the same.

First there is the gladiatorial arena, then the conference hall.

The Colosseum was set up by wizards to exchange blood and settle grievances for the leaders of the 36th District, and the law enforcement team and wizards acted as arbiters.

During the "Council of Forty-Nine", the leaders of the 36 districts can be challenged, and each challenger has a chance, and the challenged person can choose to fight on his own or ask someone to fight on his behalf, no matter what way, the winner is king.

Every four years, the "49th Council" receives as much attention as the election of high-level officials of Noah, and even on it.

Because it's bloody, it's brutal, it's direct.

The circular grandstand of the gladiatorial arena has long been divided into thirty-six areas, and Rie Masako led Qin Hunt and Qingfa to sit.

In the field, the bigwigs from all parties arrived one after another.

The orangutan in the fourth block greeted Qin Zhan, his face was not very good-looking, his eye circles were dark, and he didn't look like he had slept well.

No way, this year's garbage area competition is a bit big.

In previous years, the garbage area was basically unattended, and even if there were, it was the fifth and sixth blocks, with large territory and developed economy, especially the sixth block, which had the only skytrain platform in the garbage area, which was stared at by all parties.

The fat rat in the fourth block can always ask the lone wanderer of pseudo-C to help, plus he can be a man, and the leaders of each district also sell his face.

The third block is covered by Qin Qingtian, and no one wants to touch the old-fashioned and conservative old man, he doesn't even give the face of the wizard, and the law enforcement team can't help the stubborn old man.

As for the first and second blocks, they have long existed in name only, and being the boss is to enjoy it, not to guard the garbage dump.

Therefore, the change of the previous boss is the fifth to fourteenth blocks, and then up, it will basically take decades to change.

But now it is different, after the "garbage dump" plan, the garbage area immediately appreciated, whether it is promoted by the federal government or planned by the high-level, the garbage area has a faint tendency to become the next new development zone, as long as it is not a pig, you want to get how much benefit it has.

The fat rat died unexpectedly, and the orangutan took its place, and the buttocks were not yet hot, but they found that the strong enemy was ring-fed, and anyone would not sleep or eat well.

Qin Zhan closed his eyes and recuperated, the blue-haired and the orangutan chatted in a low voice, and his eyes fell on the rounded buttocks of the ceremonial beauties who walked by from time to time.

Rie Masako leaves, her mission is over, and the reception after that has nothing to do with her, if you want to hire her, you have to pay for it yourself.

The venue gradually became lively, and the bigwigs who don't usually see each other, and under the old smiles, no one could see through what they were thinking.

In the back seats, there are mysterious people from the security zone, as well as the backhands invited by the bosses of various districts, most of whom exude coldness and are not approachable.

It's more of the little people who are enthusiastic and excited, and they are ready to take over a few big people and replace them themselves.

The reality is like this, there are always people who want to be on top, and those who are on top want to keep their positions, contradictions naturally appear, and where there are people, there are rivers and lakes, which may come from this.

"Big brother, can I sit next to you?"

Qin Zhan, who closed his eyes and recuperated, opened his eyes and looked down to see a little girl of seven or eight years old pulling his trouser legs with her small hands, and looking at him with a pair of timid, bright, and innocent big eyes.

The little girl wore a washed white printed skirt, small white red leather shoes, a round face, pale cheeks, and a pair of pitiful eyes blinking softly.

It's like a little grass, weak and humble, but stubborn.

"Whose child are you? It's dangerous here. Qin Zhan smiled slightly and moved out of the way.

"The old man at home asked me to come......"

The little girl grunted, climbed up the steps and sat down, her little feet in her short skirt swayed at will, the pigtails behind her swayed from side to side with her round face, she looked around curiously, peeked at Qin Hunt from time to time, and when she found Qin Hunt's gaze, she immediately lowered her head, her two little hands twisted together, as if she was afraid of being scolded for doing something wrong.

In order to prove whether Miss Etiquette has a bare buttocks, Qingfa asked Etiquette to send a plate of snacks over, and when she bowed down, she lifted the step behind the slit to her waist, and put it down awkwardly under Etiquette's smiling gaze.

When the etiquette left, Qingfa proudly boasted to the orangutan: "I'll just say there's nothing in it." Wells is not only a tourist city, but also a sex capital, and the slave girls trained in it are famous throughout Noa. ”

"You're not yet eighteen." Qin Zhan stretched out his hand to pick up a piece of moon cake, and inserted a knife into Qingfa's heart, poking at the sore spot, and he was completely proud.

Cuckoo......

Qin Zhan, who was just about to feed the moon cakes into his mouth, noticed a fiery gaze and a slight sound, and couldn't help but stop and look at the little girl.

The little girl embarrassedly covered her stomach and lowered her head, and said in a trill, as thin as a mosquito, "I haven't eaten for a long time." ”

"Hey, boss, do you still have this fetish?" Qingfa turned his head only to find that there was a little girl next to him, and he smiled ill-intentionedly.