In the endless tent, which stretches for an unknown amount of time, a golden royal tent comparable to a human city is suspended under the white clouds, above the blue wave grassland, and against the background of the white tents all over the mountains, it is particularly majestic and majestic.

"When you enter the range of the king's tent, you all have to be careful, and you have to bow your heads when you see adults!"

The patriarch of the barbarian aristocracy glanced at everyone sternly, only with his own lineage and guards with barbarian blood, with the most humble smile on his face, cautiously passing through the big tents that had sprung up like mushrooms after a rain, not knowing where to go.

More than a dozen pure-blooded Terran guards, among which there are three grandmasters, and the rest are all innate martial artists, these martial artists who are placed in the towns and villages of the human race, and can make one side tremble by stomping their feet, are all crowded into one room at this time, and they can't even get out of the door.

"It's finally back!"

Through the window, looking at the endless tent group in the distance, Wu Ming's eyes were unwavering, but his heart was slightly rippling.

Five years ago, the predecessor was at a weak age, a proton, accompanied by dozens of descendants of the Great Song Dynasty, came to the Beijin Wang's Tent, just like now, they did not reach the King's Tent, and could only be watched as pigs and dogs in this Acropolis of the Eight Directions.

Not only is there no food and clothing, but even day and night, maybe one day there will be a whim of the barbarian magnate, who want to show their status, in front of their companions, with unspeakable means, to torture and kill!

The predecessor is dead, and even the residual thoughts have been completely eliminated, and the only thing left in the world is this physical body and unbearable memories, which have also been perfectly fused by Wu Ming, and there is no flaw.

But the empathetic memory, although it was suppressed in the deepest part of Wu Ming's heart with great perseverance, came out from time to time, bringing a faint impact.

said that it was an influence, but in fact it was Wu Ming's self-esteem, he was a man in two lives, as arrogant as him, how could he allow others to ride on his head as a blessing?

Even if it's all the same things that the previous body experienced, it doesn't work!

After five years, Wu Ming came back for revenge!

No one will know that he is not calculating for Li Li back then, but really for himself, and revenge on Li Li is just a matter of convenience, and he let out the news to go to Xiong Manba to make a three-year appointment, which is just a mess.

"Lao Liu, go drink!"

A grandmaster guard with a big waist and a round waist greeted with a big grin.

As a grandmaster guard, the only privilege is that when the head of the family is away, he can freely enter and leave the acropolis, as long as he does not leave, the rest of the people will not be treated so well.

There is an iron rule in the tent of the king of Dutian, the human race who has not been edicted can be killed on the spot, regardless of the reason.

All slaves or guards brought by human barbarism or satisfaction can only stay in the Acropolis of the Eight Directions around the king's tent, and if they move around, they will also be killed on the spot, which shows the low status of the human race.

"Not today, I made an appointment with Liniang!"

Wu Ming declined.

"Hmph, it turns out that it's that again, your little cultivation resources have been squeezed dry by her!"

None of the two Grandmaster guards saw the clue, squeezed their eyebrows and smiled, hooked their shoulders and walked away.

In the envious gaze of the innate guards, Wu Mingyi walked out of the courtyard and walked straight to a place in the city, as far as his eyes could see, except for the many Terrans who were in a hurry, with low eyebrows and pleasing eyes, almost numb, as well as the barbarians who were arrogant and smashed the Terrans at will, they were somewhat familiar, and the others were a little unfamiliar.

After thinking about it carefully, Wu Ming found it in the depths of his memory, the scene when he was frightened and quail-like was also on the first day of entering the city, when he saw Xiong Manba and was scared to pee.

Later, his younger brother Tie Yi was jealous of his brother's prestige, deliberately targeted Wu Ming, and tortured and killed several proton companions in front of him, scaring a smart and clever prince of the palace stupidly!

Wu Ming did not go to see the so-called Li Niang, but went to a place in the city where even the human race was willing to set foot, and it was also the only residence where some people could enter the tent of the King of Heaven.

These people, known as ditch rats, were responsible for cleaning up the filth from the king's tent and transporting it from underground.

The brute soldiers who take care of the ditch rats are unusually lazy, and their cultivation is not high, and the strongest is just a brute general, after all, the ditch rats are all wasted people, at most refining the body, and they have already been obedient, and they don't need to be supervised at all times, as long as they smoke a few whips at work to prevent laziness.

If you are not satisfied, you can also catch a few unpleasant ones and make an example, so that the rest of the people can work hard.

Even before night, Wu Ming silently entered the ditch rat camp, which was the most inconspicuous corner of the Acropolis, and no one thought about how many people would die here every day, let alone care what kind of life they lived.

Passing through the layers of tattered fences, ignoring the disgusting stench that came to his face, the deeper he went, Wu Ming couldn't help frowning, and finally stopped being so masochistic, and slightly mobilized the true yuan to seal his nose.

Even in the daytime, the ragged and even chained ditch rats were still whipped by the brutes, constantly shuttling through the dim underground caverns, transporting buckets of filth.

No one noticed that a ghostly figure, silently wandering through the darkness, took the rotten clothes and chains from a wooden cart that transported the dead bodies, and put them on himself.

The perennial peace has long made the barbarians lose their vigilance in the past, and perhaps there is still a gap in their bones, but the gap in cultivation makes it impossible for them to find that there is one more person or one less person in the team.

Because of the accumulation of years, the overload of heavy work has already squeezed the vitality of the ditch rats, and the rest is just a shell, every day is just numb and mechanical to complete the work according to the instructions, and every day I don't know how many silently die in the dark tunnel.

If you are not worried about the accumulation of too many corpses and the plague after decomposing, you don't even need to bury them, just throw them in the corners.

Even the barbarian saints would not have thought that someone would disregard their identity and in this way, in just half a month, they would go in and out of the underground corners of the Heavenly King's Tent, where there were piles of filth and garbage.

Don't say that powerful warriors, even slaves can't avoid them, but whenever the master shows the slightest meaning, he will sell it desperately in fear.

Wu Ming did this, and he did it with taste, and he could even say that he was never tired of it, running tirelessly in the dark corners every day, as if he had really become a member of the ditch rats.

It's just that the ditch rat, which has long been numb, will never bury buckets of medicine without any spiritual energy fluctuations in an unknown corner of the ground mixed with a sealed excellent wooden box.

"It's finally almost!"

Looking at the swarthy tunnel, Wu Ming murmured like a ghost, clapping his hands gently, as if he wanted to sweep away the dirt of the past few days, and seemed to be admiring the peerless masterpiece that had been formed alone.

"I mean, that's it, right?"

Kuye secluded road.

"Where's this?"

Wu Ming said lightly.

"You don't really want to come to such a show in Cold Moon Lake, do you? You know, it's the Fox Barbarian Holy Land, if you really do this, I estimate that even if the Fox Saint doesn't come forward in person, ten out of ten will be a half-saint fox barbarian attack, and then ......."

"By then, I would have run back to the Great Song Dynasty a long time ago, and I would be stunned and wait for those foxes to catch me?"

Wu Minghun didn't care.

"Can we not do this? When you become high in the future, you can get a few foxes to go home and be foot-washing maids!"

Kuye was about to cry.

God is pitiful, if he had known that Wu Ming was planning to do this, he would not agree to this trip to Beijin, it would be too disgusting!

He finally has hope, but he doesn't want to be implicated!

"In my life, I will probably never be able to walk this road of death!"

Wu Ming generally knew what Ku Ye was thinking, and rubbed the bridge of his nose and said.

"You know what you do?"

Ku Ye almost jumped to his feet and scolded angrily, and said angrily, "Look at what you are doing, it's almost the same as digging people's ancestral graves, this is a hundred times more vicious than poisoning the children of the Tang royal family, if you make such a show in Cold Moon Lake, how can you think of the magnificent scene of the moon god bathing in Shenzhou?"

"Hey!"

Wu Ming's eyes rolled, and he really thought about it, and he was happy.

Ku Ye was completely speechless, he could laugh at this, obviously he was iron-hearted, and he understood what Wu Ming said before to give Li Li an unforgettable lesson for a lifetime.

"Now, just wait for Yelu Chongguang to arrange for the Great Song Proton to return to the court, and I can leave with peace of mind!"

Wu Ming patted his hands and said dusty.

"Do you still have the leisure to care if they live or die?"

Kuye airway.

"If I really don't care about it, who will make a name for me?"

Wu Ming said cheekily.

"As long as this thing is done, you don't need to be famous, you will be notorious!"

"Haha, I'm willing to buy a thousand dollars, as long as I'm in a good mood, I don't care what his name is!"

Wu Ming smiled heartily.

"Count you ruthless!"

Ku Ye scolded in annoyance, and changed his words, "In other words, even if the master is afraid and doesn't dare to report it, but the Acropolis of the Eight Directions strictly prohibits the human race from entering and leaving at will, and you must have a waist card or an edict, how do you plan to go to Cold Moon Lake?"

"Corpse truck!"

Wu Ming said lightly.

"Now I finally understand why you are where you are today!"

Ku Ye was silent for a long time, and said with emotion, "For the sake of a momentary pleasure, you can dig out the dung and pretend to be a dead body, what else can you not bear?"

"Humph!"

Wu Ming didn't have a seizure, he ran the Psychic Yi Bone Technique, and after a click, he turned into a thin ditch rat like a dried corpse, wandering in the dark like a ghost, and soon found a corpse transport vehicle that was secretly resting, and got into it silently.

From beginning to end, Mo said that the few brute soldiers around the corner, even the ditch rats close to the corpse truck, were unaware.

After leaving the camp of the ditch rats, the corpses accumulated in the day were ready to be loaded into a cart and transported away, and there was no danger of passing the rough inspection of the barbarians, and with a creaking sound, the wheels rolled, and the cart drove out of the city.

Wu Ming, who has gathered all his breath, has not sealed his senses, and he can still clearly capture the movement from all directions.

After staying underground for half a month, isolated from the world, I urgently needed all kinds of information to fill in the gaps, in case there was a big change and I was caught off guard.

As the so-called plan can't catch up with the changes, Wu Ming's habitual actions really heard a piece of information that made his heart sink slightly.