I'm actually an alchemist

Chapter 164 Barbarians
When I woke up, it was almost sunset.

The bloody setting sun cast a layer of warm light on the dilapidated city.

The wind and sand are still there, and the weeds on the top of the city are trembling in the setting sun.

In the city, there was the sound of sobbing Qiang flute.

It was playing a requiem for the dead who only once in a lifetime.

In the city, the people who survived the massacre began to work in an organized manner.Some people buried the corpses, some went to put out the fire, and more people climbed the city wall and began to rebuild the fortifications.

They picked up the knives and guns scattered in the pool of blood from the city wall strewn with corpses.From the wooden pillar of the city gate tower, pull out the arrow that has been shot.

Some people picked up the longbow that had been broken in two on the ground, fiddled with it as if they wanted to repair it, but finally shook their heads and threw it away.

Yang Qing found a corner, moved a broken door panel to cushion it, and sat on the ground.

He fumbled in his pocket...

Well, no pockets.

He didn't bring the space ring on his hand either.

Close your eyes and feel it.

Neither does Chaos Fire.

shit...

Yang Qing stared at the sky speechlessly.

The beginning is the difficulty of hell.

In this turbulent era, being unarmed is simply the fate of a passerby.

Yang Qing sat on the ground and cursed for a while before getting up to look around.

Although the conditions are difficult, all this is temporary.

Keep in mind the purpose of this trip.

Find Wanqiu, pursue her, marry her, and awaken her memory.

After doing this, I can take Wan Qiu away from this turbulent world.

While walking, suddenly, an explosion occurred in a burning house on the side of the road.

With a bang, the flames flew up.

The raging flames swept across Yang Qing in an instant, devouring him in the blink of an eye.

It was a shop selling oil.

The owner of the shop had already been killed by barbarian soldiers, and his body was lying on the side of the road at this moment.Even half of the body of the male owner of the shop has been scorched.

In flames.

Yang Qing subconsciously raised her hand and quickly sealed it.

Then, the raging flames rushing towards his face like a crazy beast instantly turned into an obedient little boy.

Lie Yan flew by Yang Qing's side as if he had encountered a watershed.It was more like a happy fire elf, dancing happily around Yang Qing.

Fire Control!
Yang Qing was taken aback for a moment, and then instantly ecstatic.

Finally, finally, something came along.

This fucking is my golden finger.

What about the big guy?
where is it?

Stand up for me?
This time, I will definitely turn you into a roast pig!

He flipped his hands lightly.

Lie Yan changed with his movements.

He waved lightly.

Like bees and butterflies chasing the scent of flowers, Lie Yan draws wonderful tricks in the air with his hands.

Finally, Yang Qing waved his hand.

The soaring flames were instantly extinguished like a soap bubble that was punctured.

Yang Qing had a great time playing.

Fortunately, he is just an insignificant little beggar.

The city has already been raging with flames of war.

So, no one pays attention here.

Yang Qing, who has a lot of skills, suddenly felt a lot more confident.

Walking is also strong.

Although there is no Chaos Flame, just this Fire Control Technique is enough for him to be unrivaled in this world.

The rest is to find Wanqiu.

Yang Qing walked up the city wall along the bloody steps.

The corpses of Da Zhou soldiers can be seen everywhere on the city wall, as well as banners fallen on the ground, and weapons scattered everywhere.

Under the blood-red sunset.

The wilderness outside the city wall is quiet and poignant.

Yang Qing stood at the top of the city, looking into the distance, thinking in his heart: where is Lin Wanqiu?

At this moment, a thick hand held a steamed bun and handed it over.

"eat!"

The man said in a low voice.

Yang Qing froze for a moment, then looked up.

In front of him, a big man with a black face looked at him expressionlessly.

Yang Qing jumped up immediately: "Damn it, it's you!"

There is no other reason.

This guy is the bastard who just knocked himself out with a punch.

Unexpectedly, we met again.

Lao Tzu's eye sockets are still black and blue.

The big man glanced at Yang Qing, and pushed the cornbread into Yang Qing's arms.

Then, he carried the bamboo basket and continued to walk forward.

Distribute the steamed buns in the bamboo baskets one by one to the people busy on the city wall.

Yang Qing heard someone call the black-faced man the captain.

After hearing this, he was stunned for a moment. He glanced at the saber at the waist of the black-faced man, the wrist guard and the leather armor on his body, and was slightly surprised in his heart: he really was a captain.

The big man was carrying bamboo baskets, walking staggeringly among the wounded and ordinary people, distributing food.

His body is huge, but the bamboo basket in his hand is too small.

It looks like a bear in a circus, carrying a small box for children to play with, which is a bit funny.

However, his clumsy movements, serious attitude.

But it made Yang Qing's eyes calm down.

No matter what happened before, this guy should still be a good person.

Yang Qing secretly said in his heart.

He picked up the cornbread that the big man gave him and looked at it.

Black.

Break it open, there are still hard particles inside, it seems that it is not very easy to digest.

Come closer and smell it, okay, it smells a bit musty.

Yang Qing held the cornbread and looked around.

But he found that both the injured and the common people were squatting on the ground at this time, eating corn bread.Because there was no water, many people were choked up to the neck.

Yang Qing didn't think any more.

He sat on the steps beside the city gate, picked up the cornbread and took a bite.

In the next second, Yang Qing raised his eyebrows slightly, and his eyes showed a light of surprise.

I thought the taste was terrible, but after taking a bite, I found that the taste was surprisingly good.

With a rough texture and a hint of sweetness, it tastes like a graham cake made of soba noodles.

Although the color is not very good, even a bit like the color of sludge.

But Yang Qing couldn't care less.

He picked up the steamed bun and ate it hungrily.

It didn't take long for a steamed bun to be eaten.

Just when he was about to stand up, the big man came over again.

With a bang, he threw a long knife in front of Yang Qing.

There were still blood stains on the long knife, and the cloth cover on the handle was even more shiny.

Yang Qing raised her head in astonishment, and looked at the big man.

The big man stuffed the long knife into Yang Qing's arms, and said coldly, "Get ready to fight!"

After finishing speaking, the big man took his Zhangba Snake Spear and ran towards the city.

Yang Qing: "..."

I'm like, what to fight, what to fight, who to fight?Who to fight?

Yang Qing was at a loss, and was about to speak a few words of ridicule.

Suddenly, the world trembled.

The sound of rumbling horseshoes, like a flood passing through, came from the vast wilderness outside the city.

dong dong dong...

dong dong dong...

The sound of war drums spread throughout Cloud City in an instant.

Yang Qing's expression changed, and he rushed to the front of the city wall immediately.

Under the setting sun, the desert is like blood.

A dark line appeared on the blood-red wasteland.

The barbarians are coming!

(End of this chapter)