When everyone knelt down to this Shangshu lord, they were so respectful, their heads were all dead against the ground, and they didn't dare to raise a single bit. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

When those young ladies and the like knelt down to Lord Shangshu, their bodies were not so nervous, even if they were next to the ground, they looked relaxed, but those ordinary people, when their heads were dead against the ground, some people's bodies were still a little trembling subconsciously.

In fact, this is identity, this is also life, the level of identity, it determines the level of life, and also determines the nobility and lowliness of a person.

When Lord Shangshu was sitting in the carriage, his right hand lifted the ornate curtain of the carriage and poked his head out.

Shui Xiao is an obese middle-aged man who wears a red robe on which a dragon and a phoenix are carved.

Whether it is the dragon carved on this robe or the carved phoenix, it looks so noble, and that nobility is like his identity, it is so dazzling.

Not only is his identity dazzling, but even his official hat is inlaid with gold, silver, and jade, which set off his fat body more gorgeously in nobility.

He wears all kinds of accessories, and those accessories, no matter what they are, if they are given to a poor family, are enough for that family to live a rich life.

In fact, this cannot be changed, poor people will generally only get poorer, and rich people will generally only get richer.

Because it is almost difficult for poor people to change their fate, there is a saying about worshipping ghosts and gods, because the pressure of reality makes them desperate, and only by worshipping ghosts and gods can their desperate hearts get a little comfort.

Shui Xiao's appearance looked ugly in obesity, his eyes were small, without the slightest beauty at all, even his mouth was slightly crooked to the right, and as for his face, it was the same as his body, but it was as fat as a pig.

In fact, it doesn't matter if a person is ugly, the main thing is that when this water tsunami is probing outside, his right hand is still caressing some parts of a sexy girl in the carriage, even if he pokes his head out, he can see the ripples in his eyes.

Such a person, if it were an ordinary person, would have been disgusting, and even dragged him to a certain corner and beaten to death, but now he is alive and well.

When Guang Hao saw this tsunami, his eyes, which had not been bright for a long time, suddenly glowed, and a strong killing intent appeared in his eyes.

This tsunami, in his memory, was the one who used the conspiracy to frame his father, so that his family was the biggest culprit of the Zhulian Nine Clans.

He clenched his hands, and the green tendons on his hands jumped violently, and the green tendons spread to his forehead at the end.

Life, perhaps in many cases, when you lose your loved ones, lose your friends, and become inferior to a dog, what is the meaning of living?

In Guang Hao's consciousness, his life is over, he is destined to be a beggar for the rest of his life, because he can't change into clean clothes, if he changes into clean clothes, then he will be recognized, and then taken to the execution ground to be beheaded.

As a beggar, he is also tired of the feeling of having finished the last meal and not having the next meal, and he is tired of the feeling of being snubbed, ridiculed, and even looked down upon by others.

Indeed, in this world, not everyone is a good person, maybe there are always so few good people, and there are some people who always like to vent their happiness on others.

Hmph, in fact, life is like this, remembering how happy the child was when he was leaning on the corner to ask for food, when a child from a noble family kicked him.

He remembered himself at that time, just an indifferent expression, but in the depths of his indifferent eyes, there was actually a different kind of pain.

He couldn't forget the time when those rich second generations lost their gambling money, when they walked by him, they still spit a few mouthfuls on him, and then said disdainfully: "Cao, I saw a beggar today, and I lost so much money because I was unlucky, so get away from Lao Tzu." ”

He couldn't forget that when those charming girls walked down the street, when they looked at him with disdain, they couldn't help but say: "It stinks for food, even the smell of perfume on Miss Ben's body is polluted by the smell on your body, it's really unlucky." ”

During this year, all the insults, all the heartache, reverberated in his heart.

In fact, in the past, why didn't he look down on beggars like these noble sons and young ladies?

It's really feng shui in turns, and the ridiculousness of fate made him a beggar.

In fact, many times, he has been asking what people live for.

Yes, when a person is insulted a lot, he gets used to it, and indeed, in the end, he also puts on a look of indifference.

However, he found that people have two hearts, in fact, the other heart is the subconscious, and he found that even if he pretended not to care on the surface, his heart was very painful, and the feeling of heartache was indescribable, and it could only be deeply experienced by a person.

In the end, he felt the cold, he felt the hunger, and he didn't care about dignity at all, because he realized how little dignity was in this world compared to cold and hunger.

That dignity sank in his heart for a long, long time, and it did not appear again, so that his eyes looked so dim, so godless, so dull.

However, when he saw this tsunami, the dignity that sank deep in his heart slowly crawled out little by little, and at this moment, he realized that even if it was cold, it was cold, as long as he killed the person in front of him, then everything was worth it.

Perhaps, this is the meaning of his life at the moment.

If this tsunami is killed, his life will be complete.

In his senses, as long as he killed this tsunami, then he could be very relaxed.

It was an easy death.

In fact, human life is painful, and if you can die easily, it is also a very comfortable thing, isn't it?

At least after death, there is no need to live in humility and humiliation.

Thinking about it, his hands clenched hard, and the whole person took a step forward, but he found that he could not take a second step, he felt his limbs weak, and there was an extreme vertigo in his whole mind.

As he took this step, he fell to the ground with a heavy blow.

Reality, once again played a joke with him, he had not eaten a steamed bun for three days, in these three days, there were only three copper plates in his bowl of rice, and in the three days when he had not eaten, he was able to stand up, and he clenched his hands so tightly, which seemed to be a miracle for his weak body.