Titled 200 million years

Xia Xun said.

"Wang Jing, Wang Ze..."

Hearing these two names, the soldier was stunned for a moment at first, as if he had no impression.

But after some thoughts, there was a shocking color in his eyes, but it was fleeting.

The soldier looked up and down Xia Xun, and asked, "What are you doing with these two men?"

Xia Xun took the shock of his eyes into his eyes, feeling that the situation might be a little bit wrong, but he didn't show it, and still said with a smile: "We are relatives from his hometown, passing through Los Angeles this time. Their mother asked us to bring him something."

"A relative from my hometown?"

The soldier guarding the city seemed surprised.

He looked at the dresses of Xia Xun and Su Wanluo, although they weren’t brocade clothes, but the materials were not bad, and the superb sweaty BMW he was holding in his hand, it didn’t look like it was inside a mountain Lord coming out.

And almost all of them who came to serve as soldiers, especially the lowest-ranked defenders of the city, were of poor origin.

Wang Jing and Wang Ze are naturally no exception.

So he felt a little skeptical about Xia Xun's words.

A hard-earned BMW is worth hundreds of gold coins, not to mention it is of this kind.

"Sorry, I don't know any King Realm or Wang Ze."

The soldier straightened his chest and said with a serious face.

"This……"

Su Wanluo on the side was a little stunned. She thought that the soldier knew the whereabouts of the two brothers Wang Jing and Wang Ze, but who knew that he came back and said I know.

But Su Wanluo felt that he should indeed know it, but deliberately didn't say it.

As for the reason, it is certainly not a good thing.

"Excuse me."

Xia Xun still didn't change his smile, and nodded to the soldier.

"Let's go."

He turned around and said to Su Wanluo.

"Ok."

Su Wanluo looked at him tenderly.

The two had some way out of the city lord's mansion, and Ba Jie finally couldn't hold it back, and said aloud: "That guy feels so hard to talk, the angry old pig wants to smash through."

"People are rude, are you as rude as him?"

Su Wanluo said in education.

"Ok."

Ba Jie lowered his head, looking a little depressed.

"In fact, it has just performed very well, and has been holding back without speaking."

Xia Xun praised Bajie.

He was worried that this guy couldn't control his mouth before, and made trouble for it.

But he did not say that he was completely relieved about it after this.

Xia Xun understood that this had just begun, and the days to come would still be long.

"Generally speaking, it's fine to ignore people who are rude, and you can't care about them."

"But if this person is rude to beyond your tolerance, or actually hurts you."

"This injury includes both physical and mental."

"For example, some people say that you are a dead pig, it is useless at all, it is just a waste, and all kinds of ugly words are added to you."

"Then there is no need to be polite to this kind of "fragrance" guy, just go over it."

Xia Xun said to Bajie.

You can't be too stubborn to be a man, and the same is true for pigs. When you should be elegant and easy-going, you should also be unambiguous when you want to make a move. He must be beaten like a geoduck.

"Okay, I understand."

Hearing this, Ba Jie seemed to be beaten with blood, and his eyes were radiant.

Su Wanluo raised her head to look at Xia Xun, then turned around to look at Bajie.

Although she thinks what Xia Xun said is fine, she personally agrees.

However, she was a little worried whether this pig could really understand the meaning of Xia Xun's words.

In short, this measure is difficult to grasp.

Xia Xun can certainly grasp it, but this pig is really hard to say.

"I hope Ba Jie can stabilize."

Su Wanluo prayed in his heart.

Xia Xun led Xiao Hei toward the city gate. As they walked along, pedestrians on the road cast strange glances at them.

Not because of how beautiful Xia Xun and Su Wanluo are, but because they were surprised that a pig could even speak.

There was a bridge in front, and Xia Xun and the others were about to cross the bridge. At this time, a soldier in armor ran up and blocked Xia Xun's front.

"Hello, what's the matter?" Xia Xun recognized him at a glance. He was the gatekeeper of the City Lord's Mansion, but he didn't say anything.

"I just ran out after talking to the captain about having trouble, to make a long story short."

The soldier said to him.

"Ok."

Xia Xun nodded at him.

"Don't blame Liu Tong. The reason why he didn't tell you the truth is that he actually feels that more is worse than less, and he doesn't want to offend people." The soldier said.

Xia Xun listened carefully, and didn't interrupt him.

As for the one named Liu Tong he was talking about, it should be the somewhat arrogant gatekeeper who had just spoken to him.

"The two brothers Wang Jing and Wang Ze belonged to the soldiers who patrolled the city. We belonged to the guards of the city lord's mansion and belonged to two different departments."

"But it just so happens that a few of us were serving in Los Angeles in the same year, so we knew each other."

"In a few years ago, in an operation to strangle sea beasts at sea, I was caught in the sea by a sea beast. It was King Realm who jumped off the boat and saved me. I have a life-saving grace. I have always remembered this kindness. In my heart."

"Both brothers Wang Jing and Wang Ze are good people. They are very righteous and kind in their hearts. It's just a pity that they ran into a bad leader."

"Their leader is Zhao Tai, who is in charge of patrolling in Los Angeles. This person secretly charges merchants for protection fees or something, which makes many merchants complain, but they dare not say anything, because Zhao Tai's wife’s sister 'S daughter is the concubine of the city lord, so this Zhao Tai has been acting ill-fated, and no one dares to go to the city lord's mansion to file a complaint.

"Zhao Tai's protection fees are basically collected by his subordinates. Wang Jing and Wang Ze are under his hands, and he arranged to collect the protection fees of the generation in the slums south of the city."

"Wang Jing and Wang Ze were originally disgusted with the collection of protection fees, but the officials at the higher level crushed people to death, and they were forced to collect them."

"The southern part of the city is a slum, and the people living there are basically the poor at the bottom of Los Angeles. Although the people who look at the shops and stalls there are said to be doing business, they are actually very poor, and they only make enough money every day. To support the family. This Zhao Tai collects another protection fee, which is simply driving them to death."

"Wang Jing and Wang Ze were born from poor families, so naturally they couldn't bear it. So the two brothers together, and at the same time communicated well with the merchants, privately decided to charge half of their protection fees."

"Although the merchants still found it difficult to accept, they agreed upon thinking about it."

"Just for this matter, Wang Jing and Wang Ze are usually beaten and scolded by Zhao Tai, often scolding them for waste."

"But the excuse they made was that the merchants in the south of the city were indeed poor and really didn't have much money. Although Zhao Tai was unhappy, he didn't say anything."

"However, the protection fees that Wang Jing and Wang Ze collect every month are getting less and less, and Zhao Tai feels that something is wrong. Half a month ago, he sent someone to the south to investigate what was going on, and the matter was revealed."

"Zhao Tai, who knew the truth, became angry and directly beat Wang Jing and Wang Ze. Although he didn't kill him, he was beaten half to death. He has been lying in bed for half a month, and he couldn't get out of bed."

When talking about this, the soldier couldn't help sighing.

Although he sympathized with the two brothers Wang Jing and Wang Ze, he was just a small gatekeeper and couldn't do much at all. The only thing he could do was to secretly give them some medicine for bouts.

Xia Xun patiently listened to him, and there was a hint of anger and chill in his eyes: "This Zhao Tai is not as good as a real animal."

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Chapter 113 Illegal Animals (first more)

(It is recommended to open NetEase Cloud Music to search for the song of illegal animals before reading this chapter, and then look at mv. I feel that this chapter will resonate somewhat.)

Seeing the figure of the gatekeeper of the City Lord's Mansion running on the street, Su Wanluo's expression was a little complicated.

People like Zhao Tai are indeed hateful, but this kind of people are really everywhere in the world.

At the age of fifteen, she left Dongfu to practice in the secular world as an adult, and her knowledge of the world went from blank to infinite fullness.

Su Wanluo knew very well that for something like the dark side, no matter how people look at it, it is there and will always exist.

Looking back at history, people who looked directly at the dark side and wanted to eliminate the dark side, a few became great men, but many more died.

If it is dangerous to make a sound, then keep silent; if you feel powerless to shine, then don't illuminate others.However, don't justify the darkness when you get used to it; don't be triumphant for your own stubbornness; don't ridicule people who are braver and warmer than yourself.It can be humble like dust, not twisted like maggots.

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The barracks in Los Angeles are in the south of the city, which is adjacent to the slums.

Along the way, Xia Xun found that compared to the bustling east, west, north and middle of the city, the south of the city did seem a bit lonely.

The establishment of military camps in such places can actually prove that the status of these soldiers is not high.

It stands to reason that people of the same class should hug each other to keep warm, but this does not seem to be the case.

I can still see some soldiers patrolling the city bullying the small vendors, but they also responded to the sentence, "I want to use small power all the time when I have a little power, and those who have power will stand with you when their brains are broken. "

When passing the street, Xia Xun saw a few soldiers patrolling the city making things difficult for an old man selling watermelons.

The soldiers picked a big and round watermelon, then split it with a palm, and ate it directly.

The old man who sells watermelon dared not say anything and could only accompany the smiley face.

In the eyes of ordinary people like them, Jun Ye is the sky above his head.

"Bah, this melon is not sweet."

A soldier threw aside the watermelon he had just gnawed on, and picked another one.

After splitting, I found that it was still not red enough, so I split another one.

The old man's heart was bleeding when he watched this scene.

In order to ensure that the watermelons are as fresh as possible, he got up in the middle of the night and went to the fields to pick them, and then brought them to the city to sell.

He was already very old, and this car pulled about twenty watermelons, and he couldn't pull more, but in just a short while, he was already seven or eight.

Xia Xun happened to be passing by at this time and saw this scene.

With such a light wave of the palm, the group of soldiers who patrolled the city only felt a mountain-like force slammed into their face, directly knocking them to the ground.

Suddenly, painful groans filled the whole street. The vendors on the street looked at this scene, and their hearts were about to jump three feet high with joy, but the look on their faces still looked calm.

Of course, there were also a few who couldn't help but turned their heads to cover their mouths and laugh.

"happy."

"well played!"

"These know that the bullies who bullied our people should have been cleaned up long ago."

"..."

The vendors were applauded everywhere.

As for the soldiers lying on the ground and moaning, no one helped them.

It's impossible to hold back. It would be nice to make up without a mask.

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