The high walls and deep courtyards, the golden tiles of the vermilion walls, and the red pillar gates constitute the living space of the most powerful first-class slaves in this city.

There is luxury, everything carries a lot of value, but the most shocking thing is the tall trees and flowers that cannot be seen outside, covering the ground and revealing the tender green grass in the sunlight, plus the delicate flowers that appear in the grass from time to time that make people fascinated.

The trees that are more than three meters tall, with a canopy like an umbrella and emerald green leaves like jade, swaying in the wind, making a rustling sound that even the most beautiful musical instruments can't simulate.

In this desert world, people have to look up, every time they look up, they can feel the vitality of the erection of vitality, so shocking that people don't know how to vent the excitement in their hearts. This kind of luxury is rewarded by the land gods, and it cannot be enjoyed unless it is a powerful person.

"You said your daughter saw the person in the image?"

In a large and suffocating room, Gao Yue knelt on the ground and replied, "Yes, Grandpa." ”

"Is that really this one?"

"This man's eyes are different from ordinary people's, there is no doubt that this person is this person. ”

"Alright, you go down. "Gao Yue, who is known as the grandfather, has never been able to confirm what it looks like, because every first-class slave is bent over like a bow, even if he is facing each other, even if he kneels on the ground, he can't see their faces, at most he can see half of his face, so for Gao Yue and others, there are many grandfathers, and every first-class slave is a grandfather, anyway, this is not much difference for them, of course, if there is something, they will first go to the grandfather who governs them.

Gao Yue knelt on the ground and hesitated.

The first-class slave sitting on the special wide rattan chair snorted, his voice a little puzzled and more impatient.

Gao Yue hurriedly kowtowed and said, "Please also ask Grandpa not to mention the matter of the little girl to the land immortals, please have mercy." ”

Hearing this, the first-class slave with a body like a bow slapped the handrail heavily and shouted, "Bastard, you want me to deceive the land immortals?"

Gao Yue didn't dare to argue, just blindly kowtowed, his head was bruised, but he still kept knocking and kowtowing, and after three or five times, blood flowed on the floor tiles.

If you want to get the mercy of others, especially the mercy of people in high positions, the more you say, the more you will be wrong, it is enough to put on an attitude, Gao Yue has made a decision before, if grandpa does not agree, he will die in front of grandpa, how can he get a trace of mercy from grandpa.

Sure enough, the first-class slave who was extremely angry watched as the bluestone under Gao Yue's head was smashed out of a small pit, cracking several holes, and the blood seeped into the bluestone, spreading along the crack, slowly retracted the thunderous anger, waved his hand and said: "Get down, you have soiled the ground of my Yunqingshi for nothing." ”

Seeing that Gao Yue was still kowtowing, the tone of the first-class slave was slightly softer: "As long as the land immortal doesn't ask, I won't say anything about your daughter." This is something I solemnly promised, and you can rest assured. ”

Gao Yue was overjoyed when he heard this, as long as his grandfather didn't mention it at this time, would the land immortals ask about such trivial things?

Gao Yue hurriedly stopped kowtowing and said gratefully: "Thank you Grandpa, thank you Grandpa." ”

"I hate it when I look at it, get down. ”

Gao Yue's blood couldn't stop flowing down his head at this time, and as soon as he raised his head, he covered his face in an instant, Gao Yue didn't dare to continue to stay here to get bored, annoying his grandfather, and there was no benefit.

Gao Yue immediately bowed and retreated, shaking off his robe as he walked, and then the blood dripping from his head, for fear that the blood would drip on the ground and stain the precious Yunqing stone ground.

Watching Gao Yue slowly retreat and disappear outside the gate, the first-class slave sitting on the rattan chair with gold and silver thread-like lines sighed slightly, and looked at a spider web in the corner of the room, which he deliberately left behind, and did not allow people to clean and destroy it.

These first-class slaves, bent over like shrimps, could not see the sky above their heads, nor could they see the beams on the roof.

Normally speaking, they wouldn't be able to see the cobwebs that they were used to knotting in high places.

And this cobweb seems to be the old spider who took care of him, so he made a web in the corner of the ground, so that he could see what ordinary people could see but they could not.

Of course, he knew that this was just his wishful thinking, and that this spider had broken two legs, and it was estimated that it could not climb high, so he knitted a web close to the ground, but unfortunately, where did the flying insects fall from the ground? This spider stuck to the ground and built a web in vain.

Even if there is mercy from the heavens, it will not fall on these people who are not ghosts or ghosts.

When he was thirteen years old, he spent all his family money to hire someone to tie himself up with a bow-like bent iron, like a shrimp, adjust the bend of the bent iron once a day, and tighten the rope once a day, so that his back was overarched, so that he was bound for a whole year, eating, drinking, sleeping, and begging for help, and every minute and second of pain every day made him want to give up.

But he still gritted his teeth and survived, because he wanted to be a master, he was unwilling to be a third-class commoner all the time, and finally after untying the rope, he already had the initial noble appearance of a first-class slave.

Then he went out of the house, knelt on the ground, and kowtowed as Gao Yue had just done, and without saying a word, he prostrated and fainted, and from then on he became a slave of the highest rank, and at the same time the godson of the former owner of the house.

He also has another name, called Nu Chun, after more than ten years, the owner of this house reached the age of fifty and was taken to Mengxiangtai, and he became the owner of this house, he is no longer a godson, and after a while, he became a godfather, and his subordinates also have a godson, next year he will also turn fifty years old, and he will also go to Mengxiangtai, and at that time, this house will become his godson's, this is the way of inheritance of this house's power.

They don't want children, they are not castrated, they have complete sexual function, but because of the deformation of the waist, they are basically not interested in sex, and the reason why they don't want children is because the fate of too many slaves is too miserable.

The competition between first-class slaves is tragic and cruel, a group of ruthless people who can mutilate their bodies to such an extent, in order to enjoy power, they have no love for their own bodies, let alone others.

I remember that a first-class slave once made a statistic that from ancient times to the present, thirty-three out of a hundred descendants of slaves have been strung on human pillars, and basically three out of every ten have died miserably.

Under such a probability, who wants to try to see if their children have such good luck to be able to become the existence of the other than the three, not to mention that even if they are lucky enough to become an exception, there is another statistic, almost 100% of these children have been reduced to fourth-class slaves.

It is better to give birth to a child, but to make them suffer endless pain and suffering, than not to give birth.

Especially they, the servants of the gods, have seen through the relationship between the land gods and mortals.

They are just butchers and lambs to the slaughter, and it's fun to have a child to kill someone in such a relationship? Forget it.

Therefore, these first-class slaves are keen to accept a godson and pass it on from generation to generation.

Taking advantage of the spider's absence, the first-class slave Nuchun slowly stood up and touched a red lacquer box from the table that had been specially built to take care of their bending down.

Nu Chun walked to the cobweb, opened the box, took out a half-dead mosquito that had been hungry for five or six days, and gently threw it on the cobweb, and the slave squinted his eyes and smiled, and then quietly retreated to his chair.

After waiting for a long time, I didn't see the friend come out to forage for food, the first slave's hands began to slowly rub the armrests of the rattan chair, the first slave waited for half an hour, and did not see the old friend who had been with him for a whole year, which broke the tacit understanding between the two for more than a year, and the slave spring wanted to wait a little longer, but the time was a little too late.

Nu Chun sighed, stood up, walked out of this gorgeous room, and walked to the edge of the eastern area of the city where first-class slaves lived, and one step forward was the central area of Xuantian City, which was the area where immortal cultivators lived, and it was a noble area that was beyond the prosperity of the human world.

Before stepping into this area, the first-class slaves are the kings of the world, no one dares to have the slightest disrespect for them, if they take a step forward, they are the most humble people in the world, serving the land immortals, or those foreign passing by, they have to laugh, no matter how bad they do, they have to laugh and do, even if the immortals are happy, tell him to eat, he has to eat like a drum.

Honor and humility are just one step away.

The first-class slave stepped into the central area, and his already hunched back was getting higher and higher, and his head was even lowered.