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Eight years ago, in 1660, Kaimon City.

On a hot summer day, Fei Nanxue drove his car to the lower area, and came to the cesspool where he vowed never to set foot again.

At this time, the old mayor Punk was planning to resign and retire because he was exploring death in the virtual world, coupled with his old age and physical frailty, and Fei Nanxue took the opportunity to unite with councillors and bribe civilian officials. His Linzhong Gallery was also created at this time and has a significant influence on the upper echelons of Kaimon City.

At this critical moment when planning to run for the next mayor, he put aside all his official duties, pushed all meetings, drove a mediocre car alone, parked on the side of a road that was so rotten that it would grow dung on his own. The car's air-conditioning was turned on to its maximum, smoking a pipe, and staring at a studio at the end of the street.

That is a very common ogre studio.

The whole street here is full of ogre studios, so it smells bad everywhere, which has a great stifling effect on the surrounding housing prices.

Oil painting is a unique talent of ogres. Low-quality citizens like ogres who have only prenatal education on average level of education will naturally not challenge the difficulty of life. They can use their talents to smash them and they will naturally be too bad to support the wall.

Although there are a large number of employees in the industry, the industry is not involuntary. On the contrary, it is in short supply. A true ‘ogre oil painting’ can be said to be in short supply.

The reason is that the ogre will occasionally evoke the resonance of the virtual world when painting. The oil painting created in this state will allow the viewer to slowly increase the factional state, which is equivalent to navigating in the virtual world.

However, the ‘Ogre Oil Painting’ has a time limit, and the effect will be lost in about 60 days. Therefore, the ogre oil painting is not a work of art, but a consumable. It is also a consumable that can be effective for the artist. Naturally, it is of great value.

But the premise is that they can evoke the resonance of the virtual realm and paint the real ‘ogre oil painting’. If you can't evoke the resonance of the virtual realm, it is simply producing garbage.

Therefore, most ogre painters will work as apprentices in the studio for months or even years, working while studying until they draw the first painting and earn the first pot of gold. As for the apprentice's work, there is no need for cleaning, after all, few ogres like to be clean.

If it wasn't for decency, Fernanxue also wanted to tear this white shirt that was so tight as to strangle him to death.

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Following a puff of smoke, Fei Nanxue tilted her head slightly and saw an ogre boy passing by the car.

The guy wore a halter shirt that was originally white but is now brown. He puts on shorts full of ripped holes. His 1.9-meter figure is short in the ogre, but he looks closer to the standard race. He has a hideous but not ugly appearance. Fangs.

He holds two large lunch boxes in both hands. This is his duty as an apprentice: buying food for the painter.

Ogres want to eat every two hours, and they like to eat hot meals, but they don’t bother to go to the restaurant. If they order takeout, the labor cost is ridiculously expensive-no delivery staff are willing to come to the ogre block and get killed here. The insurance company does not compensate-so hiring an ogre apprentice is the ideal choice.

Anyway, there is no need to give money, just take care of the apprenticeship.

The moment he saw this guy, Fei Nanxue was stunned.

The guy also looked in the car, as if looking at the middle-aged ogre.

However, the guy looked around for a week, and after confirming that there was no one around, he smiled and spit out a stinky and muddy saliva toward the car window, then put down the lunch box and peeed against the car door, and afterwards he picked up a small stone and scratched the body severely A few times, the harsh sound penetrated Fernanxue's eardrum like a knife.

The windows and front glass are double-sided glass, and the inside cannot be seen from the outside.

Seeing the young man stepping on the hot street, whistling and carrying the lunch box to the studio, he seemed to be scolded by the boss as soon as he walked in. He nodded and bowed with a flattering face, then secretly spit on one of the lunch boxes and walked in respectfully.

During the whole process, Fernanxue had not moved, still holding the posture of holding the pipe in his hand.

He chased the boy's back with his gaze until the latter disappeared.

Finally, he drove back to the Government Affairs Office and reported the car for public damage.

He has never bought a painting of that guy, nor has he sent anyone to help the guy. In fact, since then, he has never seen the guy again.

Even in the recent situation of acquiring the guy, Fei Nanxue commissioned a crime hunting agency to investigate more than a dozen ogres in the name of "beware of the vicious crimes of ogres," and the guy was one of them.

When Fei Nanxue and the guy were separated by a thin car window, but he did not dare to pull down the car window, this man who rose from the bottom to the top of power in Kaimon finally understood the morbid state of this country Terrible.

Eight years later, in 1668, the scene of the Broken Lake Blood Moon trial.

Fei Nanxue looked at Andreje, who was pale, and said, "Did you know that in most countries, all races maintain the basic unit of the family..."

Kenmen subconsciously said, "That's because they are behind."

"I'm not interested in arguing whether the family system is backward or advanced. I only raise one point." Fernanxue gave a grimace: "There are no ruling races in other countries, but their ruling races can basically multiply and even be born because of this. The royal family and nobles!"

Everyone's complexion became whiter and paler, and the **** moon made them more and more red. Kenmen almost begged: "So their class is solidified, they are backward, and the blood moon country is the most civilized country—"

"The reason why we forbid the appearance of families is because our ruling race cannot reproduce autonomously. They are born homeless!" Feinanxue roared loudly: "Blood Saint exchanges blood, Moon Shadow washes the moon, they just changed their races. Without the ability to reproduce, if you want to develop new descendants, you must allow other race members to accept their transformation!"

"Blood and Moon Clan are like parasites that cannot survive alone. They draw the best talents of various races into their own members, absorb the nutrition of various races to strengthen themselves, and thus enslave various races for thousands of years!"

"Why can't we have a family? Because Blood Saint Moon Shadow has abandoned the fetters of blood relationship, so we are not allowed to have it! In this way, we can't form a whole because of the fetters of family, love, and affection."

"Why emphasize on racial, human rights and freedom? Because Blood Sacred Moon Shadow is a monster with no gender, no race, no age~www.readwn.com~ They are almost a natural whole, and we will fight for reasons such as race, gender, age, education, etc. They deliberately provoke people of different races, genders, ages, and ages to fight with each other! In this way, we cannot form a collective because we have common interests."

"The Racial Human Rights Act has erected a high and thick barrier around each of us, and the Blood Relations Prohibition Act prevents us from any damage to this barrier. From then on, each of us is an independent individual and can only be alone. Facing the two giants, the research institute and the church!"

Fe Nanxue raised his left hand, which was crushed by the chain, and pointed at the prison.

"Are there any differences between us and the group of death row prisoners? No." The ogre said coldly: "The death row prisoners squeeze the value of the prison, and we are squeezed the value of the blood moon; the death row prisoners are controlled by the chip to control their words and deeds, and we are thought Control your life!"

"In the kingdom of the blood moon, we have only two paths from birth to death: to become the blood saint moon shadow, or to become the food of the blood saint moon shadow."

"Blood Moon is a beast in the cloak of civilization, the most savage civilization."