The gentle smile of the beautiful woman in the room suddenly fell.
Among the master's guests, there is no such person who mentions the so-called people's wealth and people's anointing.
The visitor is not good!
The atmosphere in the room became strange. The two concubines of the city lord thought that the man in front of them had good temperament and good looks, and they tried to make him look flirtatious.
But hearing these cold words of "people's wealth and people's anointment", I couldn't help but feel a chill, and my face became unkind.
"It's snowing heavily and the people are suffering. What do you think?" Zhao Wujiang asked again, as if he was a reporter doing interviews on the street.
"Slave family..."
"I..."
The five concubines in the city lord's palace were hesitating and hesitating. Obviously they all knew that the people were suffering from the disaster, but they didn't care. What did the people's suffering have to do with them?
Zhao Wujiang's eyes were sharp and he already knew the answer. He said calmly:
"Then you all go to die too."
He turned around and left, as if he had made up his mind.
The five people in the room looked at each other, but the wind and snow outside roared into the room.
The five concubines couldn't help but dodge, but were instantly frozen in place.
Ordinary people freeze to death in the snowy winter, and so do they.
Zhao Wujiang doesn't kill innocent people, so he will ask questions and get the answers before taking action.
He walked around the City Lord's Mansion, like a god of death who controlled the power of wind and snow. Ice sculptures were broken all over the City Lord's Mansion, and only a few innocent people escaped.
It took only half a cup of tea for the city lord's palace to become deserted, with blood mixed with wind and snow lingering in the sky.
Zhao Wujiang left from the side door of the City Lord's Mansion.
There was a large black and white dog tied at the door.
"Ouch!" The big dog bared its teeth and let out a suppressed roar from its throat, whining indistinctly.
Zhao Wujiang glanced at it lightly, and then struck the big dog with a snowstorm sword.
"Boom."
The dog's leash snapped, and the big dog's eyes widened, falling into dog-born doubts.
It held its tail between its legs, and this time it did not bark at Zhao Wujiang, nor did it show a fierce expression. After all, the chain was broken.
The big dog moved around the man in front of him, its legs slightly bent and trembling.
It could feel the murderous intent beneath the peaceful appearance of the man in front of it.
Zhao Wujiang stepped forward and kicked over the big dog's dog bowl. The dog bowl roared and rolled, and the frozen food was scattered all over the floor.
The big dog remained silent, leaning against the wall, with its legs and tail between its legs, a look of grievance on its face. It ducked around Zhao Wujiang, turning back step by step and walking into the wind and snow until it disappeared, then a distant bark was heard.
Zhao Wujiang kicked it again, put the broken dog bowl into the city lord's palace, and knocked it upside down on the snow with a thud.
He muttered:
"damn it..."
Compared with ordinary people, practitioners sometimes seem to have broken off a chain. They think they have more freedom and nobility, act without scruples, and regard the weak as ants, bullying and trampling on them.
But real dogs are different. If a dog breaks away from the chain, it chooses to be a human with its tail between its legs. Freedom will make it trembling and walking on thin ice.
Practitioners look like dogs and don't know how to behave.
Dogs are just as aware of themselves as humans.
"absurd..."
Zhao Wujiang chuckled lightly, stepped on the wind and snow, and as soon as the sky-swallowing demon skill bloomed, it stirred up the wind and snow from all directions.
His figure suddenly disappeared from the spot.
As fast as thunder, as fast as laws and regulations, facing the wind and snow, not long after, he came to the mansion of the governor of Baifu County, one of the nine counties, with an imposing manner.
A purple-red vertical mark slowly appeared between his eyebrows, and the evil aura was overwhelming.
"Bang bang bang." He was full of evil spirit and snow, with an evil smile on his face, and knocked politely on the door.
"Who is it?" A lazy and impatient voice came from the mansion.
"King of Hell." Zhao Wujiang grinned with big white teeth:
"Come to take your life, bitch."
"Ah?" A low voice of doubt came from the mansion.
The next moment, the wind and snow in the sky condensed into a giant dragon of snow-white mixed with purple, breaking open the door and traveling around the county governor's mansion.
Balls of blood mist dispersed, and roars and wailings began.
