The slaves' eyes turned red when they heard the fierce sound of the violin. They not only raped and killed the slave owners' wives and daughters, but also spared the newly born children. They also stole everything from the slave owners' houses and burned the slave owners' houses. The area where the slave owners lived became a sea of blood and fire, and the decomposed corpses were thrown everywhere. Only the more powerful slave owners fled the city with their families and returned to the Middle World.
The deacon who helped the slave owner was also beaten severely by the slaves. For the sake of everyone being slaves, the slaves did not kill them. However, if there was no medicine to heal their injuries, they would not die. not far.
There is no slave owner in the city, the slaves roared and cheered freely, and took out the loot to celebrate, but the senior slaves couldn’t settle down to eat and drink with everyone, they were worried that the slave owners in other cities would take the famous kind they can’t predict. To deal with them or the slaves in other cities, before that, they must be one step faster than the slave owners in other cities to join forces with the slaves in other cities to drive out the slave owners.
"Everyone be quiet, everyone please be quiet." The boss of the senior slaves picked up the loudspeaker and shouted to everyone: "Although we drove all the slave owners in our city, there are still many slave owners in other cities. As long as there are slave owners in the lower world, we will not be able to live in peace. At any time, there will be slave owners who will attack our city and make us slaves again, so we will rush to the vicinity immediately after we have filled our stomachs. The slaves in the towns and other towns drove the slave owners away."
They don't want to live a life that is worse than death. Now that they have turned against the slave owners, they must do a thorough job and drive the slave owners out of the lower world.
"Okay." The slaves applauded in unison, speeding up their meals, eating enough, and immediately got into the big truck and headed to nearby cities in batches.
Bao Ye also got into the big truck with them.
The boss of the senior slaves walked up to Bao Ye and asked, "Are you Jin Jiabao, the younger brother of Jin Lingrui in Gongcheng?"
"Baby, do you have anything to do with me?" Bao Ye raised his right hand to lift the boss's chin, and in the next second, his left hand slapped his right hand hard: "I'm really...
The boss looked inexplicable, and felt that this man was weird. A big man actually called another big man baby. No matter how he heard it, he would get goosebumps, and then he suddenly hit himself. Is this sick
He was about to wonder if the other party was Jin Lingrui's younger brother: "Are you all right?"
Bao Ye saw that the boss didn't like the appearance of being indecent, and put on a serious face: "I'm fine, what do you have to do with me?"
"My name is Ma An, I'm the boss of the North City of Hucheng. It's a pleasure to meet you. I heard that you gave the planting formation to Zaozi and asked her to pass the formation to every city. You also gave us the antidote to the plague. , so that we did not die in the plague, I am really grateful to you, you have given us such a great help without seeing us." Ma An excitedly held Bao Ye's hand and thanked him again and again.
Bao Ye looked at his strong arm, hooked his lips, clenched Ma An's hand tightly, and squeezed it quietly, if Tang Ling Ce was here, he would definitely be picked up and hung from a tree and whipped: " If you really want to be grateful to me, make things bigger, I want to see more exciting and bloody scenes."
"Ah?" Ma An didn't understand what he meant.
Bao Ye coughed lightly: "I mean that the rebellion has already been provoked by me, and you have no turning back, you can only continue to rush forward, it is better that the bigger the trouble, the better, and drive the slave owners out of the world. , together against the demigods of the Middle World."
Ma An frowned: "We can't deal with the demigods in the middle world with our divine power. We can join hands with the demons in the fallen forest."
"Demon Race? Why Demon Race? Can't the Demon Race?"
"The patriarch of the demon clan has great ambitions. If we join hands with the demon clan, sooner or later we will become slaves of the demon clan from the slave master's slave to the slave of the demon clan. The young master of the demon clan is relatively close to the people. Will not go back on our word and let our slaves become his slaves."
Ma An smiled and said, "You seem to believe in demons."
Bao Ye was about to answer when suddenly, there was a crackling sound on his face, and a lot of thick blood spattered on Ma An's face. Bad thoughts, tempting others to kill tens of thousands of slave owners, and now just exploding a sarcoid is considered light.
Seeing the blood on his face, Ma An said anxiously, "Master Bao, the sarcoma on your face has exploded, do you want to stop the bleeding?"
"It's alright." Bao Ye calmly used magic to seal the hole in his face, preventing blood from flowing out, turning himself into a human being.
Ma An took out a tissue and gave it to him: "Are you really okay?"
Bao Ye teased him: "Do you think I have something to do?"
Ma An quickly waved his hand: "No, no, it's the first time I've seen other people's sarcomas explode at once."
Bao Ye wiped the thick blood from his face and said, "Don't be nervous, you'll get used to it after watching it a few times."
Ma An laughed and said, "What do you mean, it seems that your sarcoid often bursts out."
"It used to only explode occasionally." Bao Ye said meaningfully: "It is very likely that it will explode frequently in the past few days."
The more he has bad thoughts, the more times he will explode, so much that the tumor will explode as soon as it grows back.
Ma An frowned: "So serious?"
"Don't talk about my face." Bao Ye threw away the blood-stained tissue: "You and your brothers should go to bed soon. There will be a tough fight in the next city."
"Okay, I'll go to bed." Ma An saw that his face was no longer bleeding, and sat down to sleep with confidence.
Bao Ye also sat down, looked sideways at Ma Anshui, curled the corners of his lips, and said in a low voice, "She looks pretty good, but unfortunately I don't like men."
Then, the upper part of his neck seemed to be controlled, and he stiffly twisted his neck to look at the opposite side.
Bao Ye frowned, turned his head to look at Ma An, and then turned back stiffly. A few seconds later, he looked at Ma An again, and raised his right arm to touch Ma An's face.
When he was still half a foot away from Ma An's face, his hand was like an electric shock, and he pulled back suddenly, pressing his right arm with the other hand.
Bao Ye quickly stood up and was lying on the wall of the car, murmuring, "You can't touch other men, you have to think about finding your Dongling policy somewhere."
Then, the corner of his mouth evoked a wicked look: "Yes, I already have a plan, I can't touch other men, my plan is the most beautiful man in the world, other men can't get into my eyes at all, I want Guard Xiao Cece like a jade."
Bao Ye sat down, and bored the ring on his finger: "I miss you, why haven't you come to me."
At this moment, he seemed to forget that he had hidden his breath.
At four o'clock in the morning, the convoy came to the next door to Diancheng.
Because the rebellion happened too suddenly, neither the slaves nor the slave owners in Diancheng received the news of the rebellion of the slaves in Hucheng. At this moment, the city was very quiet, only the sound of cars rolling.
Suddenly, with a squeak, the big truck stopped.
The high-level slaves and the low-level slaves jumped out of the car and rushed into the slave shed in a certain urban area. They woke up the slaves in the store city. They first told the story of their successful rebellion, and then encouraged them to leave with them. At first, the slaves in Diancheng did not believe the words of the slaves in Hucheng. After seeing that the trucks were carrying Hucheng slaves, they also actively joined their anti-slavery team.
When the deacons guarding the slaves’ tents saw that the situation was not right, they all hid in their rooms and did not dare to come out.
The slaves of Hucheng and the slaves of Diancheng quietly gathered all the slaves while the slave owner was still asleep, and then rushed into the villa area where the slave owner lived, killing the slave owners by surprise.
The slave owners who were still dreaming in their sleep were suddenly pulled up and dragged out of the villa, watching each slave owner being pressed to the ground by the slaves, thinking that they had not woken up in the dream, not at all. Taking the slaves seriously, it was not until a slave owner was blinded by a slave that the slave owners woke up and really realized that they were caught by the slaves. The slave owners who were afraid of death hurriedly raised their voices and shouted for help. Not just crying and begging the slaves to spare their lives.
"Forgive you?" The slaves sneered: "When we begged for mercy, when did you let us go? The more we screamed for you, the more excited you were. Today, I will let you listen to your own screams. Voice."
The slaves picked up the red-hot iron brand that had burned red early in the morning, with the word "slave" engraved on it, which was a tool used by the slave owners to brand the slaves' faces. "Let you feel like being a slave too."
When the slave owners saw the hot soldering iron, they shouted in horror: "No. No, don't come here. If you let us go, we can go to the Middle World and get potions for you to wash off the marks on your faces."
"As long as there is no slave owner, it doesn't matter if there is a brand on the face." The slaves took the brand and scalded the slave owner's face directly.
"Ah-" the slave owners shouted in pain.
Bao Ye, who was standing at a high place, saw the pained faces of the slaves, he smiled, and shouted to the slaves below: "Continue, it is not enough to continue your torture of the slave owners, continue to work harder."
When the smell of burnt appeared on the slave owner's face, the slaves took the branding iron away. Now the slave owner letter had a word slave on his face, and then the slaves attacked again and scalded the slave owner's private parts with the branding iron.
Suddenly, screams spread throughout the villa area.
Baoye saw that the fabric of his crotch was burnt, so he couldn't help pinching his legs, protecting the little Yeye between his legs, and gave the slaves a thumbs up: "I'm going, it hurts just looking at it, not bad. , cruel enough."
The slaves cut off the scalded part of the slave owner and stuffed it into the slave owner's mouth, laughing and saying, "How does it feel to eat your own dick? Is it delicious?"
The slave owners who were about to faint when they heard this, vomited and kept vomiting.
At this moment, a tall figure suddenly appeared beside them.