People are in Douluo, Wuhun is a fallen angel

"Okay brother." Qian Renxue said seriously: "Dad, I want a nine hundred-year-old spirit ring!"

Qian Xunji sighed, "Okay."

It was another round of repetition, Qian Renxue crossed her legs and absorbed the top-notch light-attributed soul ring that was in its early nine hundred years.

Qian Xunji stared at Qian Renxue and asked with a small part of his energy: "Xiaohan, how many years do you plan to choose your second soul ring?"

Qian Renhan replied: "I don't know how strong I am now. I have to find someone to fight to determine the next soul ring. I think my father brought me and Xiaoxue out not just to see the living conditions of the people in the mainland. Bar?"

"You are still so smart." Qian Xunji nodded slightly, how could it be possible to practice only with the eyes, without fighting to show off the new generation of geniuses of the Qianjia in Wuhun Palace, and how to show off the majesty of Wuhun Palace?

A flash of light flashed in Qianxunji's eyes, and he calculated that the time should be almost there.

At this moment, in the main hall of the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Sect, an old man with white hair is sitting on the throne, and he is the current sect leader of the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Sect, Yu Longchen and Yu Yuanzhen's biological father.

"Seven days later, the younger generation will compete. Father, will we accept Qianxunji's challenge letter?" asked Yu Yuanzhen on the side. He is now 49 years old and died in battle at the age of 75. He has not yet broken through to the title Douluo. .

Yu Longchen snorted coldly, his old tone revealing infinite domineering, "Qianxunji wants to step on the head of the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Sect to make the Spirit Hall famous. This is simply a delusion!"

"Take it, of course you have to pick it up, we are dragons, Blue Lightning Tyrannosaurus Rex, dragons don't have the word "submit"!

"I know, father!" After Yu Yuanzhen heard these words, he felt the martial spirit in his body, the pride of the dragon, and his blood boiling.

"Yuan Zhen, father can't hold on much longer. You have to break through the Titled Douluo as soon as possible, otherwise the positions of the three upper sects of our Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Sect will be in jeopardy." Yu Longchen sighed softly, and slapped Yu Yuan Zhen with his big withered hand. on the shoulders.

"I will inherit the name of Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Sect and Thunder Douluo from my father." Yu Yuanzhen couldn't help but look at Yu Yuanchen who was no longer young but old, and his body exuded a faint aura of death. It became moist.

The second day, Baroque Kingdom, Fasino Province, Soto City.

At dawn, the scorching sun has not yet risen. In the streets and alleys of Soto City, a man is carrying a pole with fresh vegetables and fruits. Simple farmers who come from outside the city go to the vacant stalls to spread out their preparations. When they got up, each of them was sweating profusely, panting heavily, and very tired.

There is no such thing as purchasing stalls in Soto City. Farmers can only rely on arriving early to occupy the stalls. The more crowded the stalls, the higher the possibility of making money. Therefore, these farmers can say that they wake up earlier than the chickens and have to wait before dawn. They have to get up and rush here. Even if it may be dangerous to walk in the dark, they have to come because of life.

On the top of a tall building, Qian Xunji, Qian Renhan and Qian Renxue stood on the left and right sides. The three of them quietly watched the farmers running around, with snake spears and agouti hiding around to protect them.

A look of pity appeared in Qian Renxue's eyes. After obtaining the soul ring yesterday, Qian Xunji took the two of them to visit a small village in the countryside and get something to eat. Most of the places they live in are thatched houses, and the better ones are houses made of wood and earth. The main dish they eat is blue silver grass roots, and there is almost no meat.

Qian Renxue, who lived in the splendid worship hall and ate delicacies all day long, had never seen this before. She also asked Snake Spear Douluo to secretly exchange a gold soul coin for a cooked Bluesilver Grass and put it in her mouth. As a result, she bit it. I almost vomited.

Qian Renxue pulled Qian Xunji's sleeve and asked, "Dad, these people work so hard for their lives, why are they still living so hard?"

Qian Xunji said calmly: "You will know when you look down."

Half an hour later, the sun slowly rose and its light enveloped the earth. Outside Soto City, two teams of trained soldiers wearing armor and holding spears came slowly. In the center of the two pairs of soldiers was a figure. A tall, handsome young man who looked to be in his twenties, wearing a luxurious robe with gold trim, walked over. Behind the young man was a group of soldiers wearing armor.

In just a moment, the young man in robes led the soldiers to the center of the street vendors, looked at the fresh vegetables and fruits, and nodded with satisfaction.

"Prince Luo Deli." The farmers looked at the handsome young man, their bodies trembled unconsciously, and fear appeared in their eyes.

Luo Deli clapped his hands, with the most standard aristocratic smile appearing on the corner of his mouth, and said: "All the soldiers obey the order and buy all these fruits and vegetables."

After giving the order, all the soldiers were dispatched and went to various stalls. They said they were buying, but in fact they were just robbing. Some barely threw a few copper soul coins to show off, and some just kicked the stall owner away and took them away directly.

For a time, all the stall owners in the streets and alleys were wailing and praying.

Qian Renhan looked at this scene and murmured in his heart: "It is exactly the same as Shrek Zhao Wuji described the style of the nobles of the Baroque Kingdom."

"Dad, Dad, can we help them? They are so pitiful." Qian Renxue pulled Qian Xunji's sleeves, tears appeared in the corners of her eyes. These fruits and vegetables were obtained by farmers' hard work. If they were just like this, Taking away the Baroque Kingdom, it is completely foreseeable how difficult the life of these farmers will be in the future, and some may even starve to death.

Qian Xunji sighed, shook his head and said: "No, Xiaoxue, the purpose of our Wuhun Palace is to bring peace to the mainland. If it is stopped, the relationship between Wuhun Palace and the Baroque Kingdom will deteriorate. Once a fight breaks out, it will become It was the trigger of the continental war. We finally managed to get Tiandou and Xingluo to have a truce. If the war breaks out again between the two empires, how many people will die?"

Warm reminder: The person who wanted to break out a war and unify the continent was Bibi Dong. Qian Daoliu didn't have this idea. He was pulled into a chariot later. The original description of Qian Xunji was too little and unclear.

At this moment, Qian Xunji turned around and saw Qian Renhan's eyes that were emotionless and still so calm, and couldn't help but ask: "Xiaohan, what do you think?"

"You bitch, you deserve to be enslaved, not worthy of pity." Qian Renhan responded indifferently, and then said: "Father, Xiaoxue, what you see may be that these people are being squeezed, helpless, and pitiful, but I have seen something Something else.”

"The eyes of these oppressed people reveal pain, sadness, and despair, but there is no anger or hatred." Qian Renhan showed a sarcastic smile on his lips and said indifferently: "This also means that these people are used to being oppressed. , have basically become accustomed to it, and think that it is natural for the nobles to exploit them, so why should I sympathize with them."

"Xiaohan, how could you have such an idea!"

Qian Xunji asked angrily. It has been six years since he was born. Qian Renhan has neither salt nor respect for his father. Even if he awakens the fallen angel spirit, he can tolerate it and treat him like Qian Renxue. , but if Qian Renhan views the suffering people in the world with this mentality, he will not be able to bear it at all. This is not only the martial soul that runs counter to the angel clan, but also the thoughts and ideas that run counter to the angel clan. This son of his, regardless of the martial soul or the angel clan, Thoughts are completely alien to the angel family.

"This is my truest opinion. A group of unqualified people who have been kneeling for a long time, do not know how to resist, do not know how to stand up, and have no idea of ​​resistance in their hearts, deserve to be squeezed, deserve to starve to death, deserve to be called untouchables, follow the power of the people That group of people naturally thinks that they are Tang Hao’s slaves like dogs.”

Qian Renhan still responded like this, expressing his truest opinion.

PS: I think I have written it clearly enough. Douluo people are like nobles putting knives on their necks for no reason. They also think that it is natural for the nobles to kill them. Resistance is treason. They only hope that the nobles will be merciful. This is true to the bottom of their hearts. Slavish, born to think of themselves as inferior.