However, years of living at the bottom of the class and being treated as a slave have gradually smoothed out the edges in his heart.

Try to survive.

This is Demon Ancestor's only idea at the moment.

That's why the Wangu Sect was friendly to him and would eat and drink shamelessly. Before, even if he died, he would never eat that food even if he jumped from the mountain.

"You may think this is a fantasy." Jun Chang said with a smile.

Demon Ancestor said: "It's just a fantasy."

"brush!"

Jun Changxiao put the white rice upside down on the dining table, then divided it into two halves with a knife, pushing half to the left and half to the right, saying: "The star spirit world is just like this bowl of white rice. The left side represents the nobility, and the right side

Represents the corpse."

After that, spread out all the rice on the right side.

"The corpse servants have no freedom and rights, so they can only be scattered around and work as cows and horses." Jun Chang smiled and paused, then kneaded the rice together and said: "If someone gathers this power, wouldn't it be enough to compete with the nobles?"

"..."

Demon Ancestor fell into silence.

He is not a fool and already understands Gou Sheng's intentions.

only.

Demon Ancestor shook his head and said with a bitter smile: "The corpse is controlled by the star spirit world and is destined to be fish on the chopping board."

"What if someone can help them get rid of control?" Jun Changxiao said meaningfully.

Demon Ancestor was stunned.

Suddenly I understand again!

If this person can help him defuse the bomb, he can naturally help other zombies. Without any restrictions, will everyone still work hard and work hard without complaining?

"Brother."
Chapter completed!