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Chapter 359 Shameless People Should Disappear
The nobles in small places, that is, the cultivators, actually do not have a very high realm. They have not even been exposed to spiritual practice. It is probably like the high school days in the Blue Star Plateau City, still lingering below the Jade Tendon Realm.

However, such strength is still overwhelming for ordinary people, not to mention that the nobles of the Tianxing Shop are also outstanding in the entire Oasis City, and their average combat power is even stronger than that of the City Lord's Mansion.

It was easy for them to beat up a few natives. Just now, the leader crippled a fleeing native, which instantly intimidated everyone.

In fact, they did not dare to offend the Tianxing Shop at all. Running away was just an instinct of guilt. They were naturally afraid of the nobles. Not all the natives of the Great Wilderness were like Old Tutou and his granddaughter Ni'er.

When a group of people is enslaved for a long time, their moral character and other aspects will naturally decline, and stealing and robbing become necessary skills for survival.

But now, they found that after they robbed things of their own kind, they were actually scolded by the nobles and even fought for it. They also said that they could not steal the city lord’s treasures?
Who is the city lord?

Isn’t the City Lord the romantic old fellow who lives in the City Lord’s Mansion and has many children? Where are his treasures here? Who has seen his treasures?

Everyone was stunned, but they did not dare to question what the nobles said. They just stood there trembling, and those who had robbed the sand mines quietly hid them behind their buttocks.

Even Lao Tutou and Ni'er were stunned. They withdrew their hands and stood still.

Tapping.

The noble leader walked forward step by step, and the originally crowded street became unblocked, a broad road opened up. The natives carefully hid on both sides, not daring to run, and even not daring to look up.

boom!
The leader punched a shifty-looking native in the face, who let out a scream. Then he kicked him in the abdomen, causing several pounds of sand and ore to slip out of his palm.

"You bastard, are you stealing things?"

Hearing the leader's cold snort, everyone shuddered. Many sand and ore fell because their palms were too slippery. Some people simply knelt down and kowtowed: "My Lord, my Lord, I give you all my sand and ore. All of it is yours."

Bang bang bang.

A series of natives knelt down and kowtowed.

"My Lord, please spare us, please spare us."

"Please, don't hit me, don't hit me."

These nobles are cruel. Almost no noble will be nice to the natives. They are naturally strong, monopolizing the cultivation methods and resources, and enjoying absolute status.

Even though the Tianxing store treats its customers with great respect, they are still customers after all. If they find that your identity does not match, you will most likely disappear.

So for most people, the word "noble" means supreme.

And the guy who had pulled Ni'er's backpack at the beginning was the one who kowtowed the most diligently at this moment, wishing he could kowtow for three lifetimes at once: "My Lord, my Lord, the grandfather and grandson behind me have a lot of sand mines, you can take theirs, they have a lot!"

Obviously, he understood that the treasure of the city lord mentioned by the nobles was the sand mine. After all, it was a valuable thing and the most valuable thing that all the natives could get. It was rare to get something more rare. And the sand mine was also the basis of currency, that is, property.

According to the nobles, the entire Oasis City belongs to the old city lord, the natives are trash with no human rights, and what the natives harvest should belong to the city lord.

These gentlemen must be here on behalf of the city lord to take the "property" that belongs to him!
As it should be, the pickpocket was delighted at this point, for he felt that as long as he complied with the nobleman's wishes, he would be free.

The old man and Ni'er, who were pointed at by him, suddenly became the target of public criticism. Countless natives accused them of hiding a large amount of sand and minerals on them, and that they were actually helping the city lord to recover the "treasures".

At this moment, the old man panicked. He stood in front of Ni'er, and tried desperately to straighten his waist which was bent at a right angle, but he still failed. He was half a head shorter than everyone else, and he had no way to defend himself: "No, that was given to us by an adult. No, no, my lord, those sand mines..."

For a moment, he was panicked and his speech was unclear. He was accused by one person, then by ten people, and even by everyone around him. A circle of fingers surrounded him and spit on his face.

After all, the value of three tons of sand mine is self-evident. How could the natives active on this street have so many deposits?

Everyone was starving, eating one meal at a time. They had very little savings. Even if they did have some savings, they were hidden in a place where no one could find them. How could they have brought them out directly?
It’s fine to bring it out, but there are still so many!

They were all envious, jealous and cruel. How could an old man and an underage girl have so much wealth?

If he were a strong and domineering middle-aged man with a few brothers, it would be understandable for him to have so much wealth, and it would not be a big deal even if he showed off in public.

But it happened to be an old man and a girl.

How can you deserve so much wealth?
Luck?
Why don’t I have such luck!

They were all unwilling to accept such an outcome. Since they failed to grab the sand mine, they decided to put all the blame on the "instigator". If they wanted to blame anyone, they should blame themselves for owning three tons of sand mine.

When such thoughts occupied their brains, their originally timid nerves began to swell, their blood gradually boiled, and with the "support" of the noble lords, their confidence became stronger.

Especially the pickpocket at the beginning, he excitedly recounted his contribution to the city lord. In fact, he had already discovered that there was something wrong with the grandfather and grandson, and he probably stole the city lord's wealth, so he advocated justice.

But he encountered resistance and the two thieves pushed him to the ground. Now they want to run away with the evidence.

His face turned red as he spoke, and the people around him exaggerated the story, shocking the old man so much that his face turned pale, and Ni'er, who was protected behind him, had an even dimmer look in his eyes.

Yes, she knew that many of the myths and legends her grandfather told her were just to comfort herself. Who could prove the stories that the human race was once prosperous?
After all, I have lived in the sea of ​​sand for more than ten years and have encountered all kinds of things. Although it is said that the foreign stationed nobles are hateful and oppress the natives.

But do these people with bad character really deserve a glorious historical decoration?
In the distant past, the human race was the master of this great wilderness and was friendly to the outside world. Later, due to an accident, the entire great wilderness turned into a combination of desert and oasis, and the human race's qualifications began to weaken.

I don’t know how many years have passed, and now the human race has become like this.

It would be great if this oasis city was mine, so that the despicable people would disappear and the honest people would never be shamelessly questioned.
(End of this chapter)