All the slaves who were illuminated by his black gem-like eyes, the bud in their hearts was growing rapidly.
Their expressions were full of surprise and excitement. Perhaps a demon in their body was activated by the man who had black hair, black eyes, yellow skin, evil smiles, and said that people always rely on their own words!
The mercenaries don’t feel this way. All they have is tens of thousands of pressures. Yes, it is pressure. That kind of pressure is a more terrifying pressure to be murdered. The murderous aura may only let you know that if you move casually, his body and head will be different. This pressure tells you that if you dare to move randomly, he will easily crush it by him.
It was this kind of unskilled pressure that pressed the many mercenaries to move. They could only listen and watch the black-haired man walking towards here and saying things that made them confused.
"People always have to rely on themselves!" This sentence seemed like a poison full of temptation, and soon resonated among the many slaves.
The slaves whispered this sentence.
As they spoke, the sentence became louder and louder. The slaves were originally numb, and their calm eyes were filled with excitement and excitement. They stood up straight and abandoned the so-called numbness and dullness.
They looked at the black-haired man with excitement, excitement, and happy faces.
This man is a god in their hearts, the legendary god of death, he is more powerful than the evil devil, what? Angels in heaven? No, no, what is angels? Angels are just groups of hypocritical things, what is gods? They are just groups of gods above the nine heavens, without understanding the sufferings of the world, and are above!
The man in front of you is the foundation of everything.
He has the power that gods and demons tremble for, and he can activate the potential blood in their bodies.
"People always have to rely on themselves!" What a correct sentence!
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We are humans, not slaves! Why can they be humans, and we can whip us, and we can only be whipped by them, and our women can only be gang-raped by them, and they can only be insulted by them?
We are human beings, bloody people. We have to rely on ourselves and our own strength to fight for this fate!
"People always have to rely on themselves!" The slaves stood still and kept muttering these words, their eyes full of excitement and gratitude.
Their bodies were trembling, which was the trembling of excitement and excitement. As they trembled, the iron chains on their hands and feet kept ringing, and what was good to say?
The wind was still blowing, and the smile of the black-haired man was imprinted in their minds.
"People always have to rely on themselves!" The black-haired man's voice continued, and the sound of breaking through the air followed.
‘Bang, bang, bang!’ The slaves looked at their feet, and all the iron chains on their hands were opened. This...
Their tears couldn't help but emerge. They looked at the black-haired man not far away, and the man who was still standing there holding a long sword...
They, are they helping themselves?
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"People always have to rely on themselves!" One louder voice sounded.
Several figures suddenly appeared around, some tall and thin. Their voices may be different, but the words they read were exactly the same.
The slaves moved!
They rushed towards the mercenaries who were suppressed by pressure as if they were crazy. They attacked these mercenaries with their teeth, fists, claws, feet, heads, and everything they could use. These mercenaries who have been constantly insulting, bullying, and whipping them in the past!
Screams kept ringing in the woods. The nearby monsters did not dare to approach, and they were also afraid. The screams from the hearts of the human (beast) were even scared and heartbroken!
For half an hour, one hour, five hours, ten hours, these slaves kept torturing the bodies of those mercenaries who had long been dead.
Maybe they were tired, maybe the corpses had become a pile of mud, they stopped, and they looked at the figures around them. They didn't think too much, but just knelt down, knelt down at the black-haired man closest to them, kowtowed to him, and shouted in unison: "Master!"
It was him who gave them life and a new beginning, so they were grateful to him, thank him, and wanted to follow him.
"Get up!" After a long time, the black-haired man whispered.
The slaves looked at each other, but they didn't want to get up. They wanted the black-haired man to become their master, but a force, a gentle force, gently helped them up their knees.
It was so amazing that they had never seen such power, so soft, so powerful, they widened their eyes as the black-haired man stretched out his hands to exert his power at them.
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"In the future, you will follow me! From now on, you will all follow my surname, Chu!" the black-haired man said softly.
His voice was very light, very light, but in this strong wind, it still blew very clearly to every slave's ears.
"Thank you for your surname!" Many slaves knelt in unison and laughed.
"Why are you kneeling down again..." Chu Mo shook his head, smiled helplessly at the cold Nabalu not far away, and muttered in a low voice.
"It's not a big deal that the boss is the boss. He's so popular now!" Zeng Xiaoren, who was standing beside him, smiled lazyly at this time and said to the people next to him.
"Haha!" Cardi smiled softly and stroked the long hair that was blown away by the wind.
Hans pinned the iron rod on his waist. Although he smiled with satisfaction on his face, he complained: "I thought I could open the killing spree, but I didn't expect that the boss would do this... It's really boring!"
"I always think about killing people. I really doubt whether you are a priest!" Nabanik took off the black facial scarf, rolled his eyes and said.
"He is definitely a priest, and he is a very special barbaric priest, a huge profit-making priest...ah...help!" Zeng Xiaoren walked to Nabanik and said very seriously. As soon as he finished speaking, Hans was already slaying behind him with an iron rod. Zeng Xiaoren hurriedly shouted for help, and began to die in the end.
"Haha..." Cardi and others looked here and said with a smile.
"People always have to rely on themselves!" Yan Bean whispered this sentence, and his eyes shone brightly.
The blood was standing at the right place to see Hanbei. At this time, I saw the corners of Hanbei's mouth slightly moving, the turbid color in her eyes had disappeared, and her brilliance appeared. I couldn't help but look at Hanbei's eyes, but when a huge pressure came, Hanbei was looking at him.
"Follow me now!" On the field, Chu Mo was telling something to many slaves.
This sentence broke the confrontation between Xue and Han Bean. Han Bean withdrew her gaze and was still in that confused look, but Xue found that there was a cold sweat behind her and said in her heart: Who is he?