Of course, not everyone is fighting with the gods.

"Relax, it's okay, take a deep breath, dizziness is normal..." Mr. Zhang was bandaging a god whose right leg was cut off by Gong Shuming. Suddenly he felt something was wrong. He raised his head and shouted loudly: "I don't know! What are you doing!"

not far away.

"I tried to reason with you, but you didn't listen!"

"Then don't blame me for teaching you physics!"

"Come on, keep yelling! Why haven't you spoken? Are you born to be a talker? I, a Confucian, have never been afraid of swearing and fighting!"

Mo Zhi's eyes were scarlet, and he was completely in the state. He was like a ferocious beast, crazily hammering a fifth-level winter god!

"boom!"

Huge fists fell like raindrops, breaking the legs of the God of Winter, and then stepped on the chest of the God of Winter. He smiled evilly and was about to land the last punch when he suddenly stopped.

"I almost forgot." Mo Zhi suddenly raised three fingers and said, "The Master said, think twice before you act."

"Every time you kill someone, you should think about three questions."

"First of all, don't you want to live?"

"Second, does this kid have to be beaten?"

"Third, should we beat him to death or beat him half to death?"

"Forget it, never mind! Let's hit him first!" Mo Zhi chuckled, clenched his fists, and was about to smash the god's throat!

"boom!"

The huge fist like a casserole, shining with the light of thought, and carrying the power of thought, slammed into the neck of the god.

But the next moment.

"I don't know!"

"Keep it alive!"

Mr. Zhang's roar came from the sky, and a silver needle accompanied by golden light suddenly pierced Mo Zhi's eyebrows!

Just a moment.

"Ah?" Mo Zhi was stunned for a moment, and the murderous intention that invaded his reason slowly dissipated, and the scarlet color receded from his eyes.

"Ah... those who are left alive... are in danger. I have been studying too much Confucius' principles recently. I am unable to digest this huge amount of knowledge in my current state, and I am almost losing control..."

Mo Zi finally woke up.

He looked at the god in front of him who was vomiting blood, and suddenly became nervous: "Hey, you're not dead, are you?"

"Can't I apologize to you? I'm sorry, I was wrong. Can you get up?"

The god's eyes widened, he vomited blood, and he stared at Bai Qi, as if he wanted to say something.

Mo Zi's expression was full of guilt: "What are you going to say? Can you get up first?"

The god finally pointed at his broken legs tremblingly, grunted vaguely, and fainted.

"Don't you know!" Mr. Zhang gritted his teeth and said, "If he dies, the commander-in-chief will have to beat you!"

"If he really dies, the cooperation with the Winter Temple will be over, and you will cause me to lose a lot of refrigerators in Daxia!"

"If you can't store food in the future, let alone the commander-in-chief, your wife will have to beat you to death!"

"What!"

Mo Zhi was immediately frightened, and quickly knelt down with a plop, grabbing the collar of the god with his thick arms and shaking it vigorously.

"I beg you, please don't die!"

"I won't hit you, okay!"

"I'm sorry, I was wrong. I didn't expect you to be so fragile! God, please don't die! As long as you wake up, you won't know if you hit me, and I will never fight back!"

"Mr. Zhang, Mr. Zhang, come and save him!"

Mo Zhidao knelt on the ground and begged God not to die, and even started to press hard on the God's chest with his thick arms.

"Click!"

"Don't die! Mr. Zhang will be here soon, just hold on!"

The sound of fractures kept ringing, and Mo Zi pressed the god's chest crazily. Every time he pressed it, it was deeply dented, hoping that a miracle would happen with great force.

There's no technique, it's all emotion.

"The chest compressions are useless. It seems that this is the only way to use it..." Seeing that the god was exhaling more air than inhaling, he glanced at the lips of the male god with a bruised nose and swollen face, gritted his teeth, and made a

Go against the decision of our ancestors.

He closed his eyes, pursed his lips with a painful expression, and slowly lowered his lips.

but.

"Snapped!"

Mr. Zhang grabbed him from behind and said, "Okay, okay, I'm coming."

"You are so awesome. Even now, you still don't forget to do this kind of thing. You are still a male god... Do you scholars have such fun? Are you so open-minded?"

"You're finally here..." Mo Zhiru was pardoned, and then said: "Don't get me wrong, I'm here to save him."

"Yes, yes, save him. If I had come later, you would have kissed me." Mr. Zhang took out a large tube of adrenal gland while taking a pulse.

Su, rolled his eyes and said, "You're lucky, he's not dead yet. It's also lucky that you have ointment on your fist. You were applying medicine to him while you were beating him, otherwise he would bleed to death!"

"Next, you can't kill randomly. If you really kill someone, both the commander-in-chief and the master will beat you to death!"

"I didn't expect that these gods are so fragile..." Mo Zhi sighed, "They are vulnerable..."

And the other side.

Medium god battlefield.

A group of mid-level winter gods were also in high spirits and walked among the ice and snow with smiles on their faces.

Just like lower gods.

They have been under the protection of Chione, the goddess of winter, for too long.

Although Chione is doing it for their own good.

But every time they conquer a plane, these middle-level gods can only stand at the back like the low-level gods, watching Chione lead a group of high-level winter gods to show their glory and spread winter, and are filled with awe and respect by those low-level beings.

Kneel down in fear.

These middle-class gods are also very unwilling.

We are gods too!

We should also enjoy the look of fear and awe, and the kneeling worship of lower beings!

We also want to feel the power of conquering a plane and controlling the life and death of a clan!

And now.

"Finally, we can fight with all our strength!"

"Hahaha, disperse the battlefield...this human being really has our best interests at heart!"

"We are also the protagonists!"

"Stop the ink stains and fight quickly, otherwise once the main god kills the Shura god, or the higher gods and lower gods break through the city wall, we will have no chance to show off!"

"Okay! Then let humans see how powerful we are! Let the Lord God know that we are not just for nothing!"

A group of mid-level winter gods suddenly accelerated their pace, carrying the cold wind and the sky full of ice and snow, and rushing towards the towering Great Wall with the torrential winter like a giant beast!

"Fight for the temple! Freeze this plane!"

"Feel the glory, human being!"

"You will know that God cannot be disobeyed! You will know how terrible God's wrath is!"

But the next moment.

"Um?"

The God of Winter suddenly narrowed his eyes and saw a dozen figures standing under the city wall!

"These are... fifteen low-level gods?"

"Haha, this aura is only the third and fourth levels?"

Under the city wall standing in the wind and snow, the fifteen figures were clearly low-level gods!

Facing this monstrous winter, facing this brilliant glory, facing these one hundred and ninety-one mid-level winter gods, these fifteen low-level gods trembled like lambs waiting to be slaughtered!

"Are humans crazy? Are they actually using lower gods to deal with us?"

"Don't worry so much, kill them first!"

The God of Winter laughed and rushed away!
To be continued...