Ye Qingluo could see the expressions of the villagers.
She curled her lips slightly, and her voice softened: "Of course, all of this depends on your own thoughts."
The villagers looked at the Miao people.
He looked at the surrounding villagers again.
After a long while, suddenly among the villagers, an old villager about 60 years old picked up his hoe and rushed over: "Why don't you kill them! They are not good people! They... They kill innocent people indiscriminately and bully others!"
A villager rushed up.
The other villagers couldn't hold back after all.
They picked up their hoes and followed them.
Some villagers were still full of apprehension, standing where they were, hesitating.
Those angry villagers.
all once...
In the hands of the Miao people, the villagers almost died.
There are many other relatives who once died at the hands of the Miao people.
For Hmong people.
How could these villagers not hate them
More than a dozen villagers, holding hoes, beat one of the Miao people vigorously.
Those Miao people were firmly restrained by the silver thread, and there was no way to resist or escape.
He forcibly endured the pain of the villagers throwing hoes on his body.
The villagers vented their anger.
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When a villager pointed a hoe at the head of a Miao nationality and wanted to smash it down.
The villager was unable to make a move for a long time.
The other villagers also stopped beating the Miao people.
He looked at the villager.
The village name raised the hoe high, his whole body tensed and stiff.
long time...
The villager suddenly let out a mournful roar: "Ahhh!"
With force, he threw the hoe in his hand to the ground.
His wrinkled face was already full of tears.
"I can't do it... I can't do it... They are all living people... If I kill them to avenge the relatives who died at their hands... Then what is the difference between me and them..."
No more hate, no more resentment.
The villagers still couldn't kill people.
The same goes for the other villagers.
They just want to beat the Miao people hard, to vent the pain and anger of being bullied for so long.
But it never occurred to me to kill them.
The villagers threw down their hoes one by one: "Forget it... little girl, you have already taught Elder Miao San a lesson for us, and made Elder Miao Swear a poisonous oath... that's enough."
The villager who was the first to rush up just now smashed his hoe on the ground heavily: "Just put them here and let them fend for themselves!"
...
The choice of the villagers can be said to be expected by Ye Qingluo.
The villagers are kind.
They're all just ordinary people.
How could it be possible to be like the Miao people or other profound practitioners who regard human life as nothing.
"As you said, put them here, whether they are dead or alive, depends on their creation."
Ye Qingluo smiled lightly, and didn't persuade the villagers, she really made up her mind to kill these Miao people forever.
Anyway...
This group of Hmong people.
However, he saw the embarrassment and humiliation of the third elder Miao today.
Moreover, I witnessed the betrayal of the Miao people by the third elder Miao...
Elder Miao, how could they let them live... Go back to the Miao people
These people will die sooner or later.
Don't let these Miao people who are not even as good as animals.
It disturbed the hearts of the villagers in Bujia Village.
Ye Qingluo was talking with other villagers, when behind him, Cha Lao's serious voice suddenly came: "Little girl, I have something to do, I want to talk to you alone."