When Chen Baiqi was filled with regret, someone gave her a "pop" in confusion. Before she had time to react, she heard Meng Changjun's soft words in her ear that were almost Wu Nong's. She felt her ears soften.

A stream of heat flowed from the sensitive jade-white auricles to her thin cheeks.

"..." Chen Baiqi turned his head suddenly and stared at his side face with dark eyes. He was so shocked that he couldn't utter a word for a long time.

As she wishes?

What is her wish?

Chen Baiqi seemed to understand, but also seemed not to understand.

But soon, she understood it with her own eyes.

Lord Mengchang held her delicate and thin body in his arms, and with a wave of his thick cloak, he covered her body in front of his chest, blocking the cold night wind and other people's sight.

He stood upright. He was very tall, with broad shoulders and narrow waist, and a strong and erect figure. He was dressed in a gorgeous flowing robe that was rising in the wind, like a noble heavenly being attending a luxurious night banquet. The corners of his eyes were slightly

Lifting up, Xie Mei's face showed a kind of careless ruthlessness, she walked forward in two steps, and kicked a missing corner of the rammed earth wall in front of her with a "boom" sound.

He held Chen Baiqi in his arms and walked through the ashes and dust. At the same time, he pulled out a long sword from the waist of a follower.

That earth-shattering sound naturally attracted the attention of the people gathered in front. They turned their heads anxiously or startledly, as if someone had interrupted the smoothness of the blissful memorial ceremony. Their eyes were full of anger and dissatisfaction, and their expressions flickered.

He was slightly distorted in the dark firelight, but the next second, after seeing the person standing there, his expression was blank.

Behind the crowd, the man looked like a pearl among the rocks.

What a handsome but evil face. The long eyelashes cast a thick shadow under the eyes. A pair of Shura's dazzling black eyes that seem to be able to see through all the past and present lives. His smile is like a crescent moon.

, but the bottom of his eyes is like cold stars.

The straight bridge of the nose, the crimson lips, and the profile of the side face are as sharp as a knife, yet still soft and charming.

His uniqueness is obvious to all, and his nobility, luxury and beauty are dazzling.

Someone like him shouldn't be in a place like this.

But he showed up.

And his presence at this moment seemed to be a sign that something disturbing and terrifying was about to happen.

who?

Who is he? Why is he here?

What does he want to do?

What does he want to do to them?!

Their whole bodies were as nervous as a stone, their hearts were beating fast, sweat was pouring from their foreheads, as if they were choked by sudden guilt and inexplicable fear.

They saw the man they were afraid of pointing his sword towards the sky. The sword light flickered in the night, stirring up the wind and clouds. The sky and the earth changed color. His pair of gloomy peach blossom eyes narrowed slightly, which suddenly seemed to break through the evil color around him.

Powerful, powerful, with a burning gaze, his whole body is filled with explosive power.

"You kneel here and pray to God."

“I don’t know that it’s better to ask for God than to ask for yourself, because God doesn’t rule people, people rule people!”

His voice was suddenly stiff, like the all-conquering wind in the harsh winter, like an eagle in the dark night, cold, aloof, and yet powerful.

Heaven does not mold people, people govern people!

People make people——

This sentence caused their complexions to completely change, turning gray in an instant.

Boom boom!

Thumping!

With a strike of his sword, the row of walls behind him suddenly collapsed, rubble flew everywhere, and dust began to fly again. When the dust settled, a row of tall and burly troops strode forward with cold and stern expressions and majestic momentum.

Standing side by side.

All soldiers were ordered to point their swords and raise their crossbows.

The man in front of him, with three-dimensional facial features as handsome as a knife, exuded a kingly aura that shocked the world. He was alone and exuded a strength that arrogated the world.

"Oh, how can evil spirits be blessed by God? This is nonsense! Shoot!"

He shouted coldly, extremely sharply. In the frightened eyes of the people lying on the ground, the crossbowmen moved their arrows from them to the high platform. In the next moment, dozens of arrows flew towards the high platform in the dark night.

The evil masters who had stopped jumping and singing seemed to be aware of the danger roaring in the darkness. They just turned around and prepared to escape, but before they had time to react, they were hit by dozens of arrows, and their old bodies were pierced like hedgehogs.

He vomited blood all over his body and collapsed with eyes wide open.

boom!

They both fell off the high platform, their heads fell to the ground, their faces were covered in blood, and they made no sound.

The worshipers on the ground were stunned.

They shifted their gazes with difficulty and stared at the two mangled masses of blood and flesh not far away on the ground. Their faces were pale and they were kneeling on the ground unable to move. They felt cold sweat falling down their backs.

Dead...dead?

Their divine messenger, the divine messenger they invited to put an end to the troubles and illnesses in the city, is dead?!

The originally noisy scene suddenly became audible.

"Sacrifice to God? Hahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha - I wonder if the god you believe in can predict today's disaster?" At this time, a loud and wild and uninhibited laughter fell into their ears in the dead silence.

It is taunting, laughing, and playing maliciously, like a white and cold knife hanging on its head, with its head missing at any time.

After these civilians reacted, they were all furious, collapsed, screaming, and even hysterical.

But that's not until they break out completely.

However, they were the first to realize that in the darkness that they were unaware of, there was an extremely murderous intention lurking, like a wolf that haunted the night, with a gaping canthus and a bloody mouth, and sharp and cold fangs, staring at them with hunger and thirst.

.

Everyone immediately fell silent.

They got up uncontrollably, their faces were pale, their eyes were straight, and their legs were trembling. They were crowded together, and you backed away close to each other.

"Surrender... or die?" The arrogant and sarcastic laughter just now turned into a strange and cold calm.

His sharp eyes seemed to read everyone's thoughts, and a faint smile appeared on his charming handsome face.

Who would want to die?

Yes.

No one wants to.

Want to live, want to live.

Therefore, they knelt down again, fearing to see those chilling swords and arrows, so they looked at Lord Mengchang, with longing and begging in their eyes.

So humble and insignificant.

Just because he wants to live can make a person so cruel.

"live……"

"We want to survive..."

Every sound, from low to high, from trembling to the last cry, screamed hard.

"We surrender-"

"Please, noble man, noble man, don't kill us..."

Chen Baiqi listened to these cries that were slightly sharp due to fear, and turned his head and looked at them.

Her expression was calm, but her eyes were cold.

I couldn't tell what it felt like in my heart.

Pity? Hateful? Hateful, or pathetic?

Just now, when they were faced with the scene of those innocent children being burned alive, they were excited and distorted by their pleas for mercy and help. Now that they were being pointed at with knives, arrows and sharp weapons, the situation changed, and they were so frightened that they could not even stand before.

Even if the "god envoy" he admires dies, he will ignore it and only care about his own survival.

They want to live, but they don't know that others do the same.

Maybe they were just temporarily deceived and deceived. They didn't know that these "gods" were evil devils who specially deceived and played with them.

They thought that as long as they sent these "sacrifice", God would spare them and would not let the cholera and thugs in the city take away their lives.

So they would rather "sacrifice" to save more with less.

She knew ignorance and ignorance, but she was not angry in her heart for sparing people like them so easily.

As if he knew what Chen Baiqi was thinking at the moment, Meng Changjun lowered his head, kissed her head, pursed his lips and smiled.

"Want to live? You can... Since you are alive, you must abide by the rules of living. From now on, only the fastest among you can climb to the high platform, find a child's body from the burning fire and take it with him

Only those who give it to me can survive from me, otherwise..."

He moved his eyes towards the two bodies, which were smashed into pieces of blood, and smiled sinisterly.
To be continued...