Quick Wear: The Daily Showmanship of the Face-Slapping Maniac

The nightmare that belongs to the women of the God Realm has arrived.

The first to be persecuted are those husbands who have already had their Nigu removed, their divine power taken away, and they have no ability to protect themselves, but want to protect their daughters.

After all, persimmons need to be soft, and ladies who have no resistance are the best and easiest targets to handle.

Moreover, these wives love their daughters, and their daughters naturally love them too. Even if it is for them, those disobedient birds should stop flying and obediently take off their wings.

So in many places in the world of the gods, such a scene is staged.

Countless women were whipped by men with divine power, tortured, abused, and taught. They made them admit their mistakes, let them see their position clearly, let them teach their daughters well, and let their daughters obediently become like them.

But the women only stood in front of their daughters, even though they couldn't help screaming, they still didn't mention the matter of letting their daughters pull out their bones.

Obviously they have won the bet, why do they still have to pull Nigu?

If they complied this time, the women of the Ten Thousand Gods Realm would never be able to stand up again.

For their daughters, granddaughters, and granddaughters, for every woman in the world of the gods, women of today and women of the future, they must not bow their heads.

Their victory this time is the result of countless predecessors going to those small worlds, and the death of countless ancestor companions in the small worlds. It is the result of all the women fighting with their lives. They cannot bow their heads, nor are they qualified to bow their heads.

"Mother doesn't hurt, you, you, remember what mother said," a bloody woman squeezed her daughter's arm tightly, and said firmly, "We have won, you are, you are free, you can always be yourself, be yourself."

There was a woman whose hands and feet could not restrain the convulsions, and her back was soaked in cold sweat. Her eyes were burning with wildfire, and she told her daughter fearlessly: "Don't believe your father's bullshit. Power is only in your own hands, and it belongs to you. Never give in to them, and don't listen to them. You are a woman, but women are never inferior to men."

There was a woman who was injured and was about to die. Her eyes that were about to collapse showed stubbornness, anger, and resignation, but she did not fear or submit to men. She left her last words to her daughter: "There is no evil bone in this world. What they want to remove is our proud bone. But they don't know that every bone in a woman is a strong bone. They can't pull it out and smoke it out, just like they can't kill all the women."

There was a woman who was rolling over and over in pain and couldn't help screaming. She was obviously so afraid of pain and so fragile, but she gritted her teeth and said to her daughter, "Go, don't make the same mistakes as your mother, go!"

One after another, the unyielding and disobedient women chose to sacrifice themselves and leave the spark of freedom for their daughters when they were faced with catastrophe.

But how could their daughter be willing to let them die?

So those young women who still possessed divine power took action. Even though their enemies were their closest relatives, their blood was not worth the benefits. This was a tradition in the world of all gods.

It's just that these young women are inferior to the men. It's not that they are inferior in strength, but that their number is too small. After all, the most indispensable thing in a family is men. Their behavior is like praying to stop a car, and they are a bit overconfident.

The young women in the Ten Thousand Gods Realm were caught, locked up, and "punished" one after another.

This nightmare that belongs to women seems to have officially begun.

In the execution ground where the executioner is, every day, different young women are forced by their families to come over, have their bones pulled out, and their divine power taken away. They are forced to become like their mothers.

But just like what the women said, there is nothing against the bone in this world!
A bone can never control the hearts of women.

So what if there is no Nigu and no divine power, anyway, there is no hope, the women simply smash their jars, and naturally they are not afraid of life and death.

Too many ants can kill an elephant, not to mention the women who are in charge of the entire backyard. When they are really on the opposite side with the men, they have more ways to deal with the men.

Some use a man's opponent to borrow a knife to kill, some use medicine to confuse the mind, and some sow discord...

When the women are all of one mind and the men are still calculating this and that, the men pay the price for their contempt for women.

And at this time Jiang Mansion.

Mrs. Jiang stood in front of her youngest daughter, Jiang Rou. The sunlight fell on her body, making her figure blurry and extraordinarily beautiful. Even the hair she raised when the wind blew past exuded a graceful posture.

Thousands of years have passed, and no one knows that Mrs. Jiang, who is gentle and considerate now, was once a short-tempered little girl.

"My Wan'er has already gone, I can't let you ruin Rou'er anymore. Jiang Ting, you and I have been husband and wife for thousands of years, just treat it as...have pity on me."

Her tone sounded very calm, and she still carried the unique charm of a young lady, but under such circumstances, her pleading seemed fragile and embarrassing.

"I said earlier that the Jiang family doesn't need Jiang Wan to do unnecessary things. I told her to be obedient and not to have wild ideas, but she refused to listen and had to go to the test of the Lord God. She died because she was to blame. She was self-righteous." Jiang Ting's expression was cold, and when he mentioned the daughter who died in the small world, he didn't feel any distress, but only disgusted.

At the beginning, he named his daughter Wan because he wanted her to be gentle and obedient, but his uneasy daughter's character was completely different from the meaning of the name, and she had caused him a lot of trouble since she was a child.

It's good that the rebellious girl is dead, otherwise at this critical moment, he is really afraid that she will cause trouble to the Jiang family again.

As for Jiang Rou, Jiang Ting took out the rope in his hand: "Liu Yingshi, step aside, Jiang Rou has to get rid of Nigu. This is the result of our five big families' discussions. If we don't lead by example, how can we deter those small families?"

Mrs. Jiang was also Liu Yingshi, even though she had expected her husband's cruelty, but after hearing what he said, her heart was still unstoppably cold.

Although the Jiang family has a great career, she only has two daughters. The ninth Wan'er is no longer there, and the thirteenth Rou'er has just come of age. She can't protect Wan'er. Should Rou'er suffer the pain she has suffered?
That's a pain in the ass!

The little girls of Mingmingji's family have already found their Dao heart, they won!
So why?
"What if I say no?" Liu Yingshi's eyes were clear, she stood upright and looked at her husband.