Infinite Sims

"Open the door! Open the door!"

"Everyone open the door for me!"

Under the moonlit night, in the slums of the city, the patrols were carrying bright oil lamps and searching from house to house.

Snapped!

The door was kicked open.

Inside is a small yard and a few dilapidated houses

A black-haired and blue-eyed imperial man broke in with four low-class civilians in patrol uniforms, and just a few people occupied half of the courtyard.

"Masters, please calm down, please calm down."

The young man who hadn't dressed yet hurriedly ran out of the master bedroom, bowed and bowed, his face was full of flattery: "I don't know what the masters are looking for, there is something villain can help, please Go ahead and order."

The imperial Popov folded his hands on his chest and raised his chin arrogantly.

He didn't bother to talk to these low-class people, and if he could, he didn't even want to enter this dirty area where the low-class people gathered.

But there is no way, a big case happened tonight.

More than a dozen future nobles of the empire died, including the earl's son, and the murderer fled to nowhere, which aroused the earl's rage, and personally killed half of the guards who were in the present at that time, and then ordered the patrol The team must find the killer.

So no matter how unwilling he was, he had to make a show to avoid being angered by the Earl.

"What's the matter with you, go away!"

A patrol soldier scolded unceremoniously, and then he and the other three quickly stepped forward, kicked open the doors of several rooms in the courtyard roughly, rushed inside and searched wantonly.

"what!"

A panicked female voice came from the master bedroom.

Popov, who was so bored that he wanted to take a breath, heard the sound and looked.

Through the open door, in addition to the collection of patrolmen, there is also a plump woman and a three or four-year-old boy.

The reason why the woman screamed was because she was frightened by the rough search of the patrol.

"so big!"

Popov was attracted by the woman's body parts at first glance, and couldn't help swallowing.

He doesn't like low-class people, even if they are low-class people under him, but that doesn't mean he doesn't like low-class women.

Compared with imperial women, inferior women also have many advantages.

Ordinary low-class women can't attract his attention, but the figure of this woman in front of him really grows in his hobby, so he can't take his eyes away.

Faced with the attitude of Popov and others, the young man still maintained a flattering smile.

But seeing his home turned into a mess, some things thrown on the ground and broken, and some valuable gadgets were blatantly put in his pocket by the patrol soldiers, his heart was bleeding.

But no matter how angry he was, he didn't dare to show any dissatisfaction.

For those who dare to do that, the grass on the grave is now three feet high, and he doesn't want to be the next one.

"Report to the captain, no abnormalities were found."

After rummaging through the four patrol soldiers who had a good harvest, they stood neatly in front of Popov.

Popov sneered: "No abnormality? Are you sure?"

The four swallowed their saliva and tentatively said, "There are some problems..."

"My lord, is there some misunderstanding?"

The young man panicked, knelt down quickly, and reached out to grab Popov's trouser leg to plead for mercy.

"Go away! Disgusting inferior!"

Popov kicked the young man away. When the young man fell to the ground and screamed in pain, he lifted his untouched leg, patted his trouser leg in distaste, then raised his chin, facing the host in front of him. Lying down, he said: "This woman is very suspicious, bring her here, and I will search her personally."

The four of them were taken aback for a moment, but then they understood.

Without hesitation, they rushed into the master bedroom with wretched faces, forcibly grabbed the woman out, and held her in front of Popov.

"The best, the best!"

Popov licked his lips and held out his hands to the woman.

Over the years, he has played with many low-class women, and simply seizing wives and daughters is no longer enough to satisfy his obsession. If he wants to increase his excitement, he has to do so in front of her husband.

"Bastard! I will fight with you!"

Seeing his wife being insulted, the young man's eyes turned red.

He resisted the pain in his abdomen, took out the dagger hidden in his clothes, and rushed towards Popov.

"I like your expression."

Popov took it easy, retracted one hand, and hit the young man close to him in the abdomen with a punch.

The young man spat out a mouthful of blood that contained internal organs, and fell to the ground weakly. Although there was a thousand hatred in his eyes, his body made it difficult for him to even move.

"Don't worry, I have controlled the strength, and I guarantee that you will not die tonight."

Popov smiled, and was about to continue reaching out to the woman, when he saw a mouthful of saliva spit out from the woman's mouth and landed on his face.

In an instant, his face froze.

"Bastard! You must die!"

The woman cursed, ready to spit again.

"you die!"

Popov's face turned ferocious in an instant, and he swung his fist fiercely at the woman, directly piercing through the woman's chest, creating a blood hole as thick as a bowl.

"Mother!"

The little boy in the master bedroom ran out crying.

Popov punched the little boy's head again, crushed the young man's neck with his foot, then wiped the spittle off his face, turned and walked out of the courtyard.

Unforgivable, anyone who dares to spit on me.

Popov didn't feel sorry for the loss of a woman to play with.

On the contrary, he felt that what he did just now was too neat, and that the woman, her husband and children should be allowed to live longer, and then they would be tortured to death.

The four patrol soldiers looked at the blood and minced meat stained on their clothes, and were a little speechless in fear. Seeing Popov walk out of the gate, they hurriedly followed.

The footsteps were much quieter than when they came, for fear that Popov would vent his anger on them.

A two-story mansion half a city away from this small courtyard.

In a remote room in the corner, the box-shaped Jiang Ren was asking Zhou Yunlan for information about this world.

"I didn't expect it to become like this."

Having emptied out all the information Zhou Yunlan knew, Jiang Ren felt a little complicated in his heart.

The reason why he asked Zhou Yunlan about Nie Xian'er immediately after saving Zhou Yunlan was because he had a feeling of déjà vu as soon as he came to this world.

Now after careful questioning, he confirmed that his feeling was right.

This world was exactly the world he had experienced.

——Weapon World!

Through comparison, Jiang Ren roughly confirmed the reason why the weapon world became what it is now.

In the sixty years since he left this world, a world called taboo has merged into it without warning.

Then, the aborigines of the taboo world, the human race who called themselves Imperials, used strange taboos to launch a war of aggression against the weapon world.

Due to insufficient preparation, the weapon world was caught off guard, and the taboo world polluted the aura of the weapon world. The strength of the main combat monk in the weapon world was affected, so he retreated steadily.

Only ten years later, the weapon world was defeated.

Nearly tens of billions of the population of the weapon world were massacred to less than one billion, and they became inferior people without human rights and protection.

Thirteen years have passed since the war that spanned ten years.

"You just said that Nie Xian'er disappeared on the eve of the war with the Forbidden World?"

Jiang Ren reviewed his memory and asked Zhou Yunlan again.

Zhou Yunlan nodded, and added: "Verun Nie was the leader of the main combat faction at that time, and also the most powerful monk. If she hadn't disappeared, we would not have lost so quickly. Maybe we will win !"