Rebirth of the Evil Emperor

"Run!"

"The officers and soldiers are here, run away!"

With a flurry of jumps, the originally lively street was empty for an instant.

The cold wind blew a long skirt of a woman in a red dress. She glanced at the deserted street, and immediately maintained the posture of standing with a sword, staring at the end of the street.

The north wind blows and the horseshoe is blowing.

At the end of the endless street, a large number of galloping horses suddenly appeared. The soldiers on the horsebacks, with fierce faces and flaunting power, unscrupulously carried their spears, and all the stalls on both sides of the street were in a mess.

These soldiers were originally soldiers of the Xiuyun Empire. With the hard-earned money provided by the people, they should guard the frontiers and defend their homes.

But what they did now is more rampant than the previous blood domain.

At this moment, the soldiers suddenly saw a woman with a beautiful figure and a pretty face, standing in the distance against the wind.

The beauty of such a shock to the heavens made everyone happy, one after another angry at the "trophies" in their eyes.

In their eyes, this woman can only be found in the sky, and there are few encounters in the world.

This is indeed the case. After all, this woman's beauty is slightly better than Tang Xiaoling or even Dongfang Kerr.

Known as the title of "the first beauty in the Western Regions", it is by no means a waste of name.

It's just that, beneath her proud and icy Qingcheng, there is a more resounding name.

"The World's Number One Swordsman"!

Chu Yehong stared at the horseshoe raised above her head with cold eyes, her cold little face was expressionless, her jade feet suddenly stepped back, and at the same time, the white ancient sword on her back automatically unsheathed and swiped a half in the air. The arc-shaped trajectory finally fell sharply in the palm of the hand.

呲——

A sword glow cut through the night sky, and only four heads were seen, suddenly flying back in the wind in the splash of blood.

The people behind, staring at the two human heads and two horse heads that suddenly flew up, the horrifying scene immediately caused endless fear in their eyes, and quickly pulled the reins.

"Look at her sword!"

A soldier who stopped, suddenly looked terrified and pointed at the white ancient sword in Chu Yehong's hand.

After a while, everyone was shocked.

"Chu Yehong!"

"She is the number one swordsman in the world, Chu Yehong--"

Recognizing the identity of the other party, those people suddenly changed directions.

However, the horse had just been strangled and turned at an angle. Chu Yehong's figure was directly transformed into a bunch of red awns, passing quickly like light and shadow from among the crowds.

Everyone trembled, without warning, they were cut in half.

More than two dozen soldiers who came on horseback eventually died here in an extremely miserable way.

When the ancient sword was retracted, Chu Yehong snorted coldly, and continued to head toward the wind.

In a dark corner, a little boy with clear eyes sneaked out half of his head, looking at the gradually blurred red back, a touch of worship appeared on his small face.

"Mother, who is that person?" The little boy's tender voice was suspicious.

Beside him, the middle-aged woman in a ragged blue shirt was also blank.

"Maybe, it was the Sword Fairy sent by God to save us..."

...

In the City Lord's Mansion of Ning'an City.

The lights are brightly lit and the dancing girls are in line.

In the main hall, the old city lord bowed his head to one side and smiled respectfully: "Priest, our Ning'an City is not far from Qingzhou. These days, many people have indeed flooded in. I haven't slept for a few nights. To settle them down."

As he said, the Old City Lord deliberately arched his hands and exposed the red back of his hands from his sleeves.

As the lord of a city, he did his best, and his reputation of being sympathetic to the people is also widely spread.

only.

Zhong Lijing didn't want to praise him because of this. Instead, his indifferent old eyes showed a touch of coldness: "How many people are new people entering the city?"

Hearing this, the Old City Lord thought for a while, and said: "About a hundred thousand people are currently staying in the homes of local people. We have mobilized for such a way of saving the people by the people for a long time. Even the money in the house... "

"Needless to say." Zhong Lijing wasn't in the mood to listen to him, but rubbed his palm thoughtfully: "Ning'an City has a population of 70,000, plus the refugees pouring here now, the total is about 200,000."

"Yes..." The Old City Lord nodded angrily, his old eyes filled with doubts.

"Oh, I see."

Zhong Lijing stood up indifferently, and winked at the guard beside him: "Tell me to go down, gather people and make arrangements with me."

layout?

The Old City Lord didn't understand what Zhong Lijing meant, but he didn't dare to ask more, so he could only follow him carefully.

"You stay in the house, don't come out if there is nothing to do."

Zhong Lijing suddenly gave orders to the old city lord behind him.

Hearing this, the old city lord paused and froze in place.

Watching Zhong Lijing leave, waited until there was no one in the hall, Zhong Lijing collapsed on a chair.

He wiped the cold sweat on his forehead in a flustered manner, and the Old City Lord couldn't help but feel a little palpitating: "What the **** does this priest do?"

...

On the branches of the moon, the city lord's mansion was silent.

The Old City Lord wandered in the hall, what he thought, what was wrong.

It stands to reason that even if the priest wants to understand the sentiments of the people, he should be taken with him.

After all, as the City Lord's Mansion, he knew Ning'an City very well.

But why did the priest keep him tightly closed in the house?

And what are you going to do to take so many people out in the middle of the night?

The Old City Lord stood inside the threshold, looked up at the waning moon on the horizon, and fell silent for a moment.

"wrong……!"

After a while, he suddenly opened his eyes and walked out quickly.

The old town lord, wearing a fox fur coat, took four famous family members and walked all the way on the deserted street.

The blood stains along the way were confused on the streets that had just been moisturized by the rain and dew, faintly filled with a strong smell.

This is like a trace of someone fighting.

"Lord City Lord, I think you should go back and gather people and check it out again!"

After walking all the way, stepping on the blood stains on the soles of the feet, a householder behind him solemnly proposed.

But the Old City Lord still insisted on the thoughts in his heart and ignored it, his old face tense and continued to rush towards the South City Gate.

In the spacious area under the southern city gate, the cool breeze was even more chilling, and when he led the old city lord around the corner, his old face shook when he saw the crowd in front of him.

Under the city gate, thousands of soldiers stood neatly under the city wall with torches and fierce eyes. On the city wall, there were no hundreds of people on the wall with their ankles hanging from the ropes and hanging on the wooden pillars.

Those people, some of them didn't get dressed, so they were forcibly arrested here. Old and young women and children were all spared.

The stern crying and howling furiously followed the cold wind, causing the old City Lord who was already old to shake suddenly and kneel on the ground in despair.

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