The Merry Evil Emperor of Another World

Chapter 260 People always rely on themselves!
The buds in the hearts of all the slaves who were illuminated by his black gem-like eyes were growing rapidly.

Their expressions are full of surprise and excitement. Perhaps some demon in their bodies is being activated by this black-haired, black-eyed, yellow-skinned man who loves to smile evilly and who says that people will always rely on themselves!

The mercenaries don't feel this way, what they have is tens of thousands of pressure, yes, it is pressure, that kind of pressure is a kind of pressure that is more terrifying when being murdered, maybe the murder will only let you know, you just mess around If you move, he will be decapitated, and this kind of pressure tells you that if you dare to move, you will be easily crushed by him.

It was this kind of unskilled pressure that kept many mercenaries immobile. They could only listen and watch the black-haired man walking towards them, speaking words that confused them.

"A person must always rely on himself!" This sentence seemed like a poison full of temptations, and it quickly resonated among many slaves.

The slaves whispered this sentence one after another.

As they spoke, the words became louder and louder. The slaves were originally numb, and their calm eyes were full of excitement and excitement. They stood up straight, and they abandoned the so-called numbness and dullness.

One by one, they looked at the black-haired man with excited, excited, 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?Angel of heaven?No, no, no, what are angels?Angels are just a bunch of hypocritical things, what are gods?It's just a group of gods above the nine heavens, who don't understand the sufferings of the world, and are aloof!
The man in front of him is the root of everything.

He has the power that even gods and demons tremble, and he can activate the potential blood in their bodies.

"People always rely on themselves!" What a correct sentence!
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We are men, not slaves!Why can they be human and whip us, but we can only be whipped by them, our women can only be gang-raped by them, and they can only be insulted by them?
We are human beings with blood, we must rely on ourselves and our own strength to fight for this destiny!
"People always rely on themselves!" The slaves stood still, muttering this sentence constantly, their eyes full of excitement and gratitude.

Their bodies were trembling, it was the trembling of excitement and excitement, as they trembled, the iron chains on their hands and feet kept ringing, jingling is not a pleasant sound.

The wind was still blowing, and the black-haired man's smile was imprinted in their minds.

"People will always rely on themselves!" The voice of the black-haired man continued to sound, and the sound of breaking through the air followed.

'Bang, bang, bang! 'The slaves looked at their feet, the iron chains on their hands were all opened, this...

Their tears welled up uncontrollably, and 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 doing themselves a favor?
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"People will always rely on themselves!" A series of louder voices sounded.

Several figures suddenly stood around, some were tall, some were thin, their voices might be different, but the words they read were exactly the same.

The slaves moved!
As if they were going crazy, they rushed towards the mercenaries who were suppressed by the pressure. They attacked these mercenaries with teeth, fists, claws, feet, heads, and everything they could use. These mercenaries who have been insulting them, bullying them, and whipping them in the past!

There were constant screams in the woods, and the monsters nearby did not dare to approach, they were also afraid, this kind of pitiful screams from the bottom of people's (beasts) hearts, even the monsters were afraid and chilled!

For half an hour, for an hour, for five hours, for ten hours, these slaves kept torturing the bodies of those long-dead mercenaries.

Maybe they were tired, maybe the corpses had turned into a pile of mud, they stopped their hands, they looked at the figures around them, they didn't think too much, they just knelt down and faced the black-haired man closest to them Kneel down, kowtow to him, and shout in unison: "Master!"

It is he who gave them life and a new beginning, so they are grateful to him, thank him, and follow him.

"Get up!" After a long time, the black-haired man whispered.

The slaves glanced at each other, they didn't want to remember, they wanted this black-haired man to be their master, but a force, a gentle force, gently lifted their knees up slowly .

This is really amazing, they have never seen this kind of power, so gentle, so powerful, they stared wide-eyed at the power that the black-haired man stretched out his hands towards them.

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"In the future, you will follow me! From now on, you will all have my surname, Chu!" the black-haired man said softly.

His voice was very soft, very soft, but in this strong wind, it still blew very clearly to the ears of every slave.

"Thank you, master, for giving me the surname!" Many slaves knelt and laughed in unison.

"Why are you kneeling again..." Chu Mo shook his head, smiled helplessly at the cold Balu not far away, and muttered in a low voice.

"The boss is the boss, he is buying people's hearts like this right now!" Zeng Xiaoren who was on the side smiled lazily at this moment, and said to the few people beside him.

"Hehe!" Cardi smiled lightly, stroking her long hair blown away by the wind.

Hans pinned the iron rod to his waist. Although he smiled with satisfaction on his face, he complained: "I thought I could start the killing ring, but I didn't expect that the boss would be like this... really boring!"

"I'm always thinking about killing people. I really wonder if you're a priest!" Barnick said, taking off the black veil and rolling his eyes.

"He is definitely a pastor, and he is a very special barbaric pastor. The profiteering pastor... ah... help!" Zeng Xiaoren walked to Barnick's side, and said very seriously at the moment. As soon as the words fell, Hans was holding an iron rod Having already arrived from behind, Zeng Xiaoren hurriedly shouted for help, and began to flee to the end of the world.

"Hehe..." Cardi and the others looked at this place and laughed.

"People always rely on themselves!" Bean whispered this sentence, his eyes brightened.

The position where the blood was standing happened to be able to see the bean. At this moment, he saw the corners of the bean's mouth move slightly, the turbidity in his eyes disappeared, and he could not help but look at the bean, but saw a huge pressure coming , Bean is looking at him.

"Follow me now!" On the field, Chu Mo was talking to many slaves.

This sentence happened to break Xue and Dou's stare at each other. Bean looked away, still in that dazed look, but Xue found cold sweat running down his back, thinking to himself: Who the hell is he?

(End of this chapter)