If we follow the scope of the management, hundreds of households are not simple, and the Six Divisions of the Supervisory and Tian are of great power. For example, Dai Xingwei, as a small banner, came here to blockade him at the beginning of the birth of the "repair ground". The fundamental reason is that he is the manager of the recent county town.

Even if Xiaoqi is like this, it is conceivable that a hundred households who are three levels higher than Xiaoqi. According to the management of the Great Hua Empire, any one hundred household needs to manage a large scope. Depending on the region, they either take charge of several adjacent second- and third-tier cities at the same time, or take charge of a first-tier city.

Logically speaking, the Zhan Siyuan Baihu in front of him should be the largest local official in charge of Fengzhou.

Such people, both in ancient times and now, are senior leaders and will not easily leave their place where they are in charge. Yuan Qingwei sorted out his thoughts and asked: "How can hundreds of households come here for free?"

"A fierce level upper level covers the entire building complex, and what consequences will it cause? As the master of Taiyi Temple, do you really don't know? It will be cut off before it matures, and you don't know what problems will happen afterwards." Zhan Siyuan's face was cold. After saying that, he raised his hand and waved his sword light suddenly appeared again, smashing the meat ball that he had finally recombined, and then stretched out his hand and pressed it.

The Dharma image behind him cut off another knife at the surroundings, and the golden divine power and blood-colored evil spirits intertwined each other. The sharp energy filled the void. The buildings formed by countless thoughts began to break and break, revealing one well-behaved and weird child after another.

"KaKaKa..." One child after another moved, his joints were stiff, and under the control of the rope that fell from nowhere above, he slowly walked towards Zhan Siyuan and Yuan Qingwei.

"I don't know what's up!" Zhan Siyuan's eyes were empty, and an inhuman feeling was revealed on his body. A grand and indifferent feeling seemed to be able to control everything and dominate everything gushed out from him. Before the children got close, they were just shattered by the terrible aura.

Weakness, dependence, awe, obedience, anger, horror, grief, confusion, unwillingness, despair, hatred, all kinds of small and chaotic thoughts are condensed on the fragments of the children, and then condense and entangle in the air, turning into a strong and almost perverted twisted desire.

"I'm back! I said, you can't kill me!" The man with wires breaking out from his skin stood there again. He showed a strange and ferocious smile, and electric currents flashed on the wires on his body, constantly shattering and absorbing the small and chaotic thoughts around him.

"Do you think I really can't kill you? If it weren't for finding that mouse, would you think you could still stand here?" Zhan Siyuan raised his palm again and waved it casually.

Unlike the previous sharpness, the sword light that emerged this time was fierce and domineering, like a barbaric soldier's iron cavalry, pure impact and trampling, stirring the opponent's body into countless pieces.

On the other hand, Yuan Qingwei knew that the moment the other party spoke, he had not solved the reason for this scene yet.

The other party has not found the core of the conclusion of this field, but it is normal to carefully speculate that this is normal. Although Guandi's divine power is huge, he does not have the authority to explore. Zhan Siyuan, who invited Guandi's divine power, could not have the corresponding authority.

Although I was not sure why the other party was not directly cut the entire field into two sections, Yuan Qingwei probably knew what he could do. He reached out and summoned the Wanjia Glazed Glazed Cup floating on the top, held it in his palm, and gently shook it around.

The faint light easily broke through the thick fog that enveloped the surroundings. Yuan Qing Wei Lingju followed and found that there were faint whispers.

"Don't hit me...Don't hit me...I'm very well-behaved...I'll be obedient...Don't hit me..."

"Don't blame me... it's obviously your fault... Just be obedient... Why do you want to escape..."

As the lights are traction, Yuan Qingwei relies on the protection of Qingwei Palace to merge his consciousness with the whispers, and enter the other party's memory. The dark environment and the depressing atmosphere are enough to force a person to death, while a child squatting in the dark environment is holding his knees.

The child was wearing only a thin short sleeve on his upper body, and his exposed arms were as thin as dry firewood, but his dry skin was covered with fine wounds. Looking at it, Yuan Qingwei found that some of these wounds were pricked, some were beaten out, and some were almost scalded.

Yuan Qingwei slowly moved forward, and the child seemed to be surprised. He raised his head in fear. His white and tender face was covered with fear and fear. Tears were circling in his eyes, and he said in fear: "Are you here to kill me?"

After saying that, the child seemed to have put down some burden and murmured in a low voice: "It's good, it's good..."

"You don't want to survive?" Yuan Qingwei walked forward, squatted down, looked at the child and asked.

"What's the point of living? I used to want to live, go out and ask them why, but in the end I think it's good to die." The child raised his head and looked at Yuan Qingwei with a very bright smile. However, the death aspiration contained in his smile made Yuan Qingwei feel a little confused about how to interface.

"Can you tell me your story?"

"Actually nothing?" The child raised his head, looked at the dark sky, reached out and grabbed it, as if he wanted to grab something.

"I was deceived by my parents here. They told me to play, but they sent me here." The boy said this very plainly, so dull that he seemed not talking about himself.

"At the beginning, I thought about reasoning with them and resisting, but how could the people here reason with you? In their opinion, I am just a bad product that needs repair, just repair it to what my parents want..."

"Physical punishment, beating, scolding, insults, things that you can't imagine outside are actually quite common here, so for a while I wanted to die..."

When the child said this, his voice suddenly became lowered: "But what did you say? Sometimes, death is not something you can do as long as you want. I tried it once, and I was beaten half to death, and then I became obedient."

When it comes to becoming well-behaved, the child's expression seemed to cry and laugh, which was very strange. He continued in a nearly moaning tone: "I started writing a letter of gratitude, began to obey the arrangements, began to remain silent, started to become a vocal worm, and even began to help teachers manage other people... Just to go out and ask, why do I do this? Am I not well enough? Or did I do something wrong? Or, it's just that I'm not good at academic performance? Why did they send me here?"

"In this way, I became more and more obedient, and the restrictions I was gradually reduced. Finally, I went out. On the first day I returned to their house, I asked them why? They told me that it was for my own good."

"I cried that day, and I cried and asked them if they knew what I had experienced in it? But they said..."

"Why haven't you learned your lesson yet? You don't know how much money and how much effort we have spent? You're so disobedient, it seems that you'll have to send you in for a while."

"From that moment, I felt that maybe it was not just me who had broken down. I no longer knew how to ask them, nor did I want to ask them any more..."
Chapter completed!