Wang Hu paused here as he spoke, and glanced at the five to ten-year-old little slaves in the field, a bloodthirsty smile appeared on his stiff face, "It is used to cultivate the sub-god soldier of the sword - the bloodthirsty sword"

Hearing Wang Hu's words, the red-clothed guards around him and the seven people behind him all trembled obviously, and some people's faces showed a trace of horror, but they quickly covered it up. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

"Did you hear what I said clearly?" Wang Hu said as he looked at everyone.

"Hear me clearly!" shouted the seven little slaves, this was the first common sense they learned after entering the Nine Roads Villa, this place was like a military camp, the discipline was strict, and those low-voice slaves no longer knew where to go.

"Poof~"

As soon as the voices of the little slaves fell, a strange sound suddenly appeared, the breeze blew, and a foul smell drifted towards Wang Hu and the others, and the seven people behind Wang Hu walked a few steps to the side without moving, and at this time, Wang Hu's face was full of iron blue, and his eyes were unconsciously red, revealing a murderous aura.

The nine shrines of Jiudao Villa are all dedicated to a sub-god soldier, and the kendo men who worship the bloodthirsty sword, and under the influence of the bloodthirsty sword, everyone is full of blood.

"Who is it, stand up!" Wang Hu's voice was low, suppressing the anger in his heart, and said word by word.

There was a little fat man standing next to Eight, with fine skin and tender flesh, not like a slave, and Eight had been paying attention to him for a long time, and at this time the little fat man's face was pale, and cold sweat was falling down.

No. 8 is the closest person to the little fat man, the moment the voice sounded, No. 8 instantly held his breath, his little face was flushed, and he wanted to laugh, but when he saw the quiet scene, he held back stiffly.

"Stand up!" Wang Hu accentuated his tone, and the murderous aura spread out irrepressibly, and some children in the front row were pale and about to fall, and the little fat man was shaking even more at this time.

Seeing the appearance of the little fat man, No. 8 was a little unbearable, but he was not stupid, he knew that if he stood up at this time, he would be severely punished, just like the little slaves who came here with him, because of a little mistake, they didn't know where to go at this time.

No. 8 looked up at Grandpa Ding, who was expressionless, hoping that he could save the little fat man, but Old Man Ding didn't seem to notice the situation here at all, his face was serious, his eyes were slightly narrowed, and he was wandering out of the world.

No. 8 turned his head to look at the little fat man again, and at this time, the little fat man, whose skin was thin and tender, turned even paler.

"Report, it's me" No. 8 finally stood up, he was not afraid of Wang Hu, because there was the legendary Grandpa Ding who had entered the rivers and lakes.

"You?" Wang Hu stared at No. 8 tightly, without saying a word, the atmosphere in the main hall square was very solemn at the moment.

"It's because I ate too much at noon, and I can't help ......it," No. 8 replied loudly, but in the end, he lowered his head embarrassedly, peeked at Old Man Ding, and the old man also pretended to be asleep, staring at him with wide eyes.

Old man Ding didn't expect that it was No. 8 who stood up at this moment, rubbed his head with a headache, coughed slightly, and liked this child very much.

......

"Your fart is so loud!"

Wang Hu was silent for a while, and finally didn't say anything to punish No. 8, glanced back at Old Man Ding, turned around and walked towards the main hall, and turned his head to look at the little fat man before entering the main hall.

As soon as Wang Hu left, the whole team was in a commotion, and many little slaves couldn't help but look back at No. 8 and whisper.

The little fat man stood next to No. 8, with a hint of adoration in his eyes, and said to Zhang Di: "Thank you, my name is Hao Ren!"

Hearing the voice of the little fat man, No. 8 scratched his head, his big eyes narrowed into a slit, "Grandpa Ding said that we should help each other!"

Seeing that the little fat man No. 8 was about to say something, he was startled by a shout.

"No. 8, what are you still doing stupidly, stand back!" At this time, Old Man Ding's beard and eyebrows trembled, this No. 8 was really daring, and he didn't look at what place this was, if it weren't for that Wang Hu who was a little jealous of him, No. 8 would have been taken away to cultivate the bloodthirsty sword.

No. 8 frowned and smiled at Old Man Ding, hurriedly retreated to the team, and made the old man angry, his beard was about to rise, and the little fat man saw Old Man Ding's mighty hair, and he also stood back obediently.

"No. 8, from today onwards, every day you have to recognize ten more big characters than others, pick up two more buckets of water, practice for one more hour, and strike iron for one more hour than others!" Old man Ding came to the front of the team and said to No. 8, if you don't teach this little guy a lesson, I don't know what kind of moth I will make next time.

Hearing Old Man Ding's words, No. 8 opened his eyes wide, his mouth opened slightly, and he looked incredible, the other children were also sympathetic, and the little fat man was full of apologies, seeing Old Man Ding's iron blue face and No. 8's face full of grievances, he hesitated for a while, clenched his chubby fist, took a step forward, and wanted to say something to Old Man Ding.

"Hao Ren, go back!" At this moment, a bald old man standing with Old Man Ding yelled at the little fat man Hao Ren with a gloomy face.

"Grandpa Wang, but ......" the little fat man still had something to say.

"Shut up!" The old man surnamed Wang suddenly flashed a trace of murderous aura in his eyes, and the little fat man was scared, but he lowered his head and stubbornly refused to stand back.

"Stand back, I'm fine!" No. 8 immediately whispered to Hao Ren, and pushed him with his little hand.

The murderous aura in Old Man Wang's eyes became even stronger, his left hand became a palm, and it began to gradually turn red, and suddenly an old hand stretched out.

"Haha, the little slave in our team is too dishonest, he has caused trouble for Brother Wang, he is angry, he is angry!" Old man Ding laughed and grabbed Old Man Wang's left hand, no matter how he struggled, Old Man Ding's hand and pliers were like pincers, and he firmly grasped it.

"It's okay!" Old Man Wang glanced at Old Man Ding deeply, said with a gloomy face, shook Old Man Ding's hand away with a strong shake, turned around and walked towards the main hall.

Old Man Ding glared back at No. 8 again, and also walked towards the main hall.

This is the seventh day that No. 8 was bought into Jiudao Villa, and from today, Old Man Ding began to study with No. 8 and the other twelve little slaves, and Old Man Ding also fulfilled his promise, and under his strict supervision, No. 8 began a painful period of learning.

......

"Get out, Hao Ren, you dead fat man, every time because of you, we are the penultimate again, we don't need you, get out!" In front of the blood-colored sword sculpture, five or six children gathered in a group, punching and kicking a person on the ground.

No. 8 is holding a three-character scripture, and is shaking his head and looking at it, he has to memorize ten more big characters than others every day, he has to hurry up all the time, it has been two months, and there will be an assessment every three months, and the person with the lowest score will have to go to cultivate the bloodthirsty sword.

No. 8 didn't know what it meant to cultivate the Bloodthirsty Sword, as if everyone was scared, and Grandpa Ding didn't tell him, just let him study hard.

The seven columns of small slaves were divided into seven groups, and the number eight was divided into five groups.

The scene in the square happens every day, and the assessment is conducted once every three months, but usually each group will conduct the assessment in private, so there will be fights between the members of the various groups that are not satisfactory in the assessment, and they will be accustomed to seeing a lot.

No. 8 held the book, walked by while reading, and vaguely heard Hao Ren's name.

"Hao Ren?" Eight was stunned, not only remembering the little fat man who didn't look like a slave, but also turned his head to look at the crowd.

In front of the sculpture is a group of young men dressed in black, and the person on the ground can't see what Zhang looks like, holding his head and lying on the ground like a prawn.

"Hmph, Hao Ren, you're going to die in a month, and you won't be able to bother us anymore, hahaha!" The tallest child among the black-clothed boys laughed loudly and turned away, and the rest of the people also laughed and followed the tall one, leaving a chubby figure lying on the ground shivering.

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