The magic soldiers who were transferred on the day of the grand ceremony were imprisoned back in their original iron prison after Su Jiuni and others left Nansang.
Six hundred and ninety-nine steps lead directly down to the depths of the earth.
Yan Changkong had never felt that these stairs were so long before, and that walking this section would be so painful.
Before reaching the ground, the banging sounds kept coming, which was extremely harsh.
Yan Changkong stepped down the last step, ignoring the madman-like magic weapon in the cell in front, and ran quickly to the innermost place, panting heavily, and looked at the man inside.
Wearing a black robe, his hair is disheveled, and his hawk-like eyes are hidden in the shadow of the wild hair, shining with a cold and ferocious light like a ferocious beast staring at its prey.
It's Mo Cang.
Heavy iron chains cuffed his hands and feet, trapping him firmly in this iron prison.
"Mo Cang." Yan Changkong stared at the opponent closely, holding the iron railing with his hands, his finger bones turned white, and veins appeared on the back of his hands, "Will you kill me?"
Even though he knew he wouldn't get an answer, he couldn't help but ask.
The man was silent and walked slowly towards the iron fence. The iron chain on the ground was dragged, making a clanging sound, and was finally stretched straight.
This time when the man saw him, he didn't reach out and try to pinch him like before. He raised his head slightly, and the shadow on his forehead moved up, revealing half of his eyes that had been hidden in the shadow.
Only half of it was already filled with murderous intent.
Yan Changkong's whole body was as cold as if he were in an ice cave, and his hand slipped weakly from the iron railing.
He stared at Mo Cang and laughed at himself, "You have always been able to understand what I say, but this is the first time you answered me without threatening you."
The panic that he had been running all the way after waking up from the nightmare suddenly came to reality inexplicably at this moment. He was not afraid of death, he was afraid that everything in the dream would become reality.
He didn't even dare to recall the last scene of the dream.
Mountains of corpses litter the land, and the world is in purgatory.
"Mo Cang, you are the leader of the divine soldiers, and you have the strongest preserved consciousness." Yan Changkong sat down on the ground leaning against the iron railing, his eyes unfocused, and smiled sadly, "I ask you one thing, if I really If I die at your hands, can you burn my bones to ashes and scatter them into the river after you take revenge?"
There was a familiar silence behind him, and the only noise that filled his ears was the noise of other magic soldiers crashing into the iron prison.
The light from the lighting lantern hanging outside was swallowed up by the darkness, which was extremely dim and cast a layer of haze on people's hearts.
It's the end of August.
Yongzhou, Dayue.
The hole in the sky has still not been repaired, the flood has occurred, and people are gathering people everywhere to build dams and rescue people.
As the princess of Mingyue Princess, Tianbao, the entire place of exile is her fief, and she cannot ignore the dangers in the fief.
Compared with other places, the rescue and drainage operations in the Exiled Land were the fastest and best.
"The dam in the middle reaches of the river has also been built! The water in the fields is being discharged! Go tell the princess quickly!"
"The princess is leading the people downstream to drain the floods. She has been tired for nearly ten days! Bring the farm tools with your hands free, and let's go help the princess!"
"Let's go help the princess!"
The people on both sides of the Qinghe River responded to the call and rushed to where the princess was.
The lower reaches of the Qinghe River are filled with turbid mud. The flood control dams on the banks have been built extremely high. The rolling floods are blocked by the dams in the river, protecting the rice fields and houses of the people behind.
The thin figure of the girl on the dam is eye-catching. Even if she is stuck in a crowd, she can be seen at a glance.
The rain fell intermittently, and it was inconvenient to move while wearing a raincoat. The girl threw all these burdens aside, rolled up her trouser legs, and was covered in mud. Her hair, already moistened by rain and sweat, was messy and stuck to her cheeks, even her long eyelashes. Clumped with mud.
Many days of hard work had made her face extremely pale, but she seemed unaware and always stood on the front line, leading the people here to protect their homes and keep their hopes.
"Princess! We are here to help!" Someone shouted.
The girl straightened up from the dam, looked over, and immediately frowned, "You came from the middle of the river? Go back, harvest the rice, and come back to help!"
"Don't worry, Princess, we just came here after harvesting the rice! Guys, get to work!"
"good!"
A uniform response echoed around.
Although the floods have not yet receded, the gloom on people's faces has been wiped away.
They thought there would be no harvest this year, but they didn’t expect the princess to take them and protect the rice fields. Although the harvested rice production was reduced a lot, it could still make them survive this year!
With food in their belly, there is nothing to panic about, and everyone is full of energy.
The rain is still falling intermittently, and the water in Qinghe River is turbulent and turbulent, stained turbidly by the soil, allowing nature to impose a cruel test, but it cannot overwhelm the united will of the people.
Tianbao wiped the rain off his face, looked at the people working together in the rain, and smiled with curved lips.
In the rain curtain, the girl's lips were pale and bloodless.
She bent down to continue building the dam, but her body swayed. She was so exhausted that she almost couldn't stand still.
A hand reached out in time and firmly supported her back.
"Tianbao, go back and rest!" The young man's voice sounded deep in his ears.
Tianbao stood up with his support and whispered, "I can't do it without helping. This dam will be built soon. I will rest then."
These days, she has been using her space power to quietly help build a dam to drain floods. Otherwise, with such a huge water potential, the people in the outer city alone would not be able to build the dam, and it would be destroyed by rain and floods in the blink of an eye.
Using spatial power requires a loss of energy. After so many days, Tianbao's energy has already been exhausted.
It's just that she is used to being patient and never talks about these discomforts with others.
But just because she doesn't say it doesn't mean that people around her don't know.
Seeing that she was bending down to get ready to work again, Bai Yu pursed his lips tightly and suddenly put his hand on her neck.
Tianbao blocked subconsciously, but was unable to block the attack. Surprise flashed through his eyes, and the acupoints on his neck hurt. His eyelids closed and he fell limply.
Bai Yu hugged her and strode onto the carriage parked on the side of the road. At the same time, he ordered the dozens of people he brought with him, "Go over and help!"
Even the driver was driven to build a dam. Bai Yu took charge of the vehicle himself and drove to Tubei Village along the waterway.
The car behind him was quiet, and the girl was sleeping deeply inside.
Bai Yu listened to her breathing, his jaw tightened, and his dark eyes were filled with distress.
He obviously has a very indifferent temperament, but he always likes to shoulder all responsibilities on his shoulders.
As a princess and a fief, she took all the people here as her responsibility.
He would rather she remained as cold and inhumane as before.
Seeing her face getting paler day by day, and always having to force herself to drain floods here or build dams there, he became more and more panicked.
There was a feeling that she was going to collapse at any moment, and he could only watch helplessly.
