The surviving concubines recognized this man at a glance as Master Zhao Wujiang, the chief steward of the harem and the secretary to the young eunuch Zhao.
They were horrified, not only horrified by the sudden earthquake, but also horrified by Zhao Wujiang's power. With the rise and fall of Zhao Wujiang's palms, more and more surviving palace residents were rising uncontrollably in the ruins around them. Empty and find a temporary safe foothold.
Many people expressed gratitude and shouted "Thank you, Mr. Zhao", while some people bowed to Zhao Wujiang from afar.
The concubines looked at Zhao Wujiang with complicated expressions.
Zhao Wujiang didn't say a word from beginning to end, he just looked at the dark clouds stacking up in the sky and the arcs of lightning moving around.
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Lingnan, Jianzhong.
Hundreds of thousands of green mountains collapsed in one day.
The sword master Li Chunjun also woke up from his dream.
This was the first time in so many years that he had truly woken up, instead of just a brief awakening like every time he issued an order.
He pushed open the door of the stone house. The world was devastated, and his eyes dimmed for a moment.
Have you finally made it this far?
Li Chunjun let out a long sigh and stepped out of the stone house. The collapse of the surrounding mountains and forests, the darkness of the sky and the earth, and the torrential rain that seemed to never stop, made him feel like he was in another world.
He raised his hand and made a move, and the surrounding mud splashed and collapsed. Countless swords roared towards him and were all inserted beside him.
There are three-foot green swords, half-cut swords, heavy swords that are hard to hold with one hand, and small swords as big as a palm...
He woke up, and so did the Clay Bodhisattva.
If Ni Bodhisattva didn't come to find him, he would have gone to look for Zhao Wujiang.
Pointing his toes, his body was as steady as a mountain, he stepped on the flying sword and flew towards Kyoto, with countless swords following behind him, like a dragon swimming in the sky.
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Mu Qianqian also rushed towards Kyoto.
Now that the world is collapsing and disasters occur frequently, she no longer needs to wait for the Miao tribe to follow. She rides a huge eagle Gu beast alone, passes through the rain, and disappears under the dark sky.
She got news from the Mud Bodhisattva. The Mud Bodhisattva had a vicious plan that could take down Zhao Wujiang without any blood and give her Miao people a lot of life.
She likes this poisonous plan, which is countless times more vicious and treacherous than her, the poisonous girl of the Three Poison Sect.
But she just likes this poisonous plan, and she just wants to seek the world's luck from Zhao Wujiang. As for giving life to the Miao people?
What does this have to do with her?
Essentially, those people in Miao territory are not her tribe, they are just her subordinates in this world.
However, there were some subordinates with good talents, so she didn't need to worry about them. These subordinates with good talents would keep up with her.
The Gu beast passed through the rain curtain. Mu Qianqian looked at the broken mountains and rivers of Daxia below, feeling a sense of relief in her heart. She would soon be able to leave this secret world and return to her own big world.
The rain slapped her face, but she refused to avoid it, letting the rain wet her braids, her colorful clothes and her tiny embroidered shoes.
My mother died on a night of heavy rain. The sky at that time was even darker than it is now.
She missed her mother very much, and the little girl who tried to commit suicide by taking poison but died that day.
The cold rain slapped randomly on her little face, and the Gu beast was squeezed out of its potential by her. At an extremely fast speed, she finally arrived outside Kyoto before it became completely dark.
Mu Qianqian's original melancholy became more and more frequent.
She is a vicious and poisonous woman, and is called the Gu God by the powerful men in this world.
But as she walked along the way, she saw the lights of thousands of houses in the city below shaking and extinguished in the heavy rain. She had an indescribable feeling, as if she had returned to her childhood, that day and that night.
She flew into Kyoto and saw a man in black robe looking up at the sky among the large ruins.
Her eyes trembled. Sure enough, Zhao Wujiang was good-looking and extraordinarily handsome. Even at this moment, he had a touch of warmth and jade.
She also heard that Zhao Wujiang was modest, friendly, and charitable.
She seemed to have seen such a man somewhere.
