Chapter 214 You...something is wrong (seeking subscription)

   "Swearing?" Tie Shou was taken aback, but he didn't think about it.

  Compared to Ling Linglu's rather out-of-the-box thinking, Iron Hand is still a bit rigid.

   "And... do you feel that this scene... seems familiar?" Ling Linglu asked Tie Shou.

  Many thoughts quickly flashed through Iron Hand's mind.

  Many pictures that he didn't care about at first began to flash back in front of his eyes.

  Suddenly, Iron Hand felt a little cold.

  Looking down, I was surprised to find that there was already a layer of pimples on my arms.

   "Six Doors, Shenhou Mansion, Jinyiwei...even the Imperial Palace..." Tie Shou was suddenly at a loss for words.

   When everything seemed normal, he didn't care.

  When the abnormality is 'pointed out', the world seen by the eyes seems to be collapsing and subverting.

  Ling Linglu let out a long breath and said: "It shouldn't be so...some of them should be really coincidences. Otherwise...they don't need to spend a lot of effort, they can directly subvert everything."

   "However... Even so, erasing those parts that we have misunderstood... that can be determined is enough to be appalling."

  At this time, the two aborigines deeply felt the malice from the outside world.

  Although they don't know anything about it.

  Sometimes, what is feared is not the enemy, but the unknown.

In the wasteland world, the concepts of outsiders and immortals have almost been publicly solidified. Even so, the aborigines of the wasteland world are still living well, and because of the priority in force, they have formed a certain degree of respect for monks. degree of suppression.

  So, the information bias in the Gaowu world is actually a kind of conceptual "torture" for the aborigines.

   And this torture, along with the fetters and connections between people, can be contagious.

  For example, after the death of the original identity, the plot point was spent, and the person who chose to "inherit" the identity shift, the relationship between family and friendship can be connected without much deviation, but can the same be true for love?

  Even if brothers die or sisters die, the kind of ethical and moral damage to the aborigines will always spread out, tormenting the hearts of those who choose to 'inherit'. The more sincere the emotion, the more unable to withstand such torture.

   This is Ke Xiaoliang's "viciousness". He uses a seemingly warm and considerate way to withdraw the "plot points" that have been thrown out, and at the same time let the monks create more magic points for him every day.

  To do something earth-shattering, of course, is to cut leeks hard.

  But subtle, invisible, and inadvertent output of details is also a long-term harvesting method.

  And the value that can be created as a whole is far beyond doing big things.

  Tie Shou and Ling Linglu regarded all those who had 'abnormal conversations' around them as members of an organization, so a huge sense of horror emerged in their hearts.

  I felt the huge monster hidden in the darkness, as if I could vaguely see the huge plate hidden by the iceberg under the sea.

  The fact is not the case.

  Although the group of monks is huge, it is not unified.

  There are only more and more disputes among them.

   It's like the Leizhou Guild Hall that Ling Linglu and the others are spying on at the moment.

  It's just a town hall.

   It's not that mysterious or scary.

  Those small sects, small families, and casual cultivators are connected through such a fellow village hall to do great things together.

   This is the way they choose to survive and manage.

   When fighting alone is not the opponent of the big sect, the only way to get some resources is to huddle together to keep warm.

  With the help of He Yandong, some things were done, and then Li Daitao froze, becoming the emperor and finally controlling the court.

   This is the Leizhou Guild Hall, which has gathered the strength of everyone and is preparing to make a big move.

  However, even inside the Leizhou Guild Hall, those who mediate in the center may not be sure of what will happen.

   After all, things like countries and politics can be fully summarized in a few words.

  Find someone to pretend to be the emperor, thinking that you can sit firmly in the country and do whatever you want... Such values ​​are too simple!

   To put it bluntly... mastering the country, mastering the court, occupying the middle is false, doing things to earn plot points, that is true.

  Gaowu World...or in other words, the different world has always been very considerate, that is, as long as you are not salty and keep doing things, then you can gain something more or less.

  So everyone in the Leizhou Guild Hall was not so resistant to failure.

   After all, success or failure is all about earning, the difference is just how much.

  The two monks who were standing at the door fighting each other did not know what kind of chain reaction their actions had caused in the eyes of the two aborigines.

  The monk who was dressed as a beggar and was obviously a disciple of the beggar gang was indeed cursing.

   As we all know, besides the dog beating stick method and the dragon palm technique, the third thing that the beggar gang knows is cursing.

  They can sing cursing into songs, and the words are rarely repeated.

  Not only is it catchy, it has the beauty of rhythm, and it is easy to understand. If you keep the person who is being scolded, you can understand in an instant that you have been scolded and what the content of the scolding is.

  The latter point is quite critical.

  In the guild hall, a group of people were also arguing. Although it wasn't cursing, the content was not far from the same.

   "It's really bad luck this time."

   "I didn't even take a sip of the hot soup, but it smelled a lot."

"What Jianzong did, they actually earned a lot of plot points. Poor innocent casual cultivators and small families like us have all been targeted. Yesterday, more than a dozen fellow villagers were arrested. Some of them are better, at most they will be kicked out of the mountain gate by the waste martial arts, and it will take some time to find some suitable martial arts, and then they will be able to practice them back. The worst thing is that those few who mixed into the evil sect were tortured before they died. The screams are still ringing in my ears, vividly in my ears." A monk said quite indignantly, waving his arms excitedly, like a big brother from the same town who was teaching a big class in a broken warehouse and bewitching people's hearts.

It's just that these words did not arouse the hatred of the same enemy. Instead, some people sneered and said: "Then they can also choose to quit the world directly! Why are they holding on? To put it bluntly, isn't it for the plot point? After all, being tortured also has a plot point." Yes. One plot point, high or low, can be exchanged for two or three spirit stones."

   "Make money! Don't be shabby!"

   "What do you mean by that?" The elder brother from the same village asked with a sneer.

   "I asked the big guys to join hands and go to Jianzong to ask for compensation. Am I doing it for myself? I am doing it for the good of everyone!" The elder brother from the same town continued.

   "For everyone's benefit? That's really nice to say!"

"Yao Congjun! You have been exposed! You are not a monk from our Leizhou at all, you are a thief from the Ten Demon Sect! You are fanning the flames here, inducing us to fight against the Sword Sect. This is leading everyone to a dead end." The cynic Covered the hat directly.

  Originally, it was just a quick-talking, smooth talk.

   Unexpectedly, the person who was full of generosity before that time turned into a shadow in an instant, and flew out from the door.

   Obviously, he has the heart to make trouble, but his psychological quality is still not good.

   Should only be a junior of the Ten Demon Sects.

  Experience is not enough.

   "I'm sorry!"

   "It turned out to be true!"

   "What are you still doing in a daze? Hurry up and chase!" The voices of cursing, qi, and weapons piercing the air came out coherently in the guild hall.

  A wall collapsed suddenly.

  The figure crashed out from behind the broken wall, so that it was impossible to die... The direction was right towards Ling Linglu and the two of them.

Can! I didn't eat breakfast, so two more came first!

   Now sleepy and hungry!

   Let's find something to eat first!

   After it’s too early, please update again!

thank you all!

  

  

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