Chapter 857: Ending: Come out and mess around sooner or later! 15
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Chapter 857: Ending: Sooner or later, you will have to pay back! (15)
"What did you say?!" Emperor Tian Qingqing's face changed drastically when he heard this.
Without waiting for Bai Lian to say anything else, he had already hurried out of the study and looked at the human world from the ninth heaven.
Sure enough, all I could see was the continual flames of war, and all I could hear in my ears were people crying, and some even scolding with sadness and anger.
"God, you are so blind. Why don't you give me back my child, my poor child..."
"The gods of the nine heavens and the emperors of the three realms are all liars. If there are gods in the sky, how can they bear to see the world like purgatory?!"
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The sword eyebrows were furrowed, and he turned around and rushed towards the human world mercilessly.
Looking at Chuyang City shrouded in flames of war, looking at the city wall stained dark red with blood, looking at the mother wandering on the street calling her child's name...
The Emperor of Heaven looked angry.
"Gu Yueming, how could it become like this?!"
Turning around, when he reappeared, his feet had already stepped on the grass beside the west city gate, and the two broken gates were still standing in the dust and smoke.
On the city wall, there were still guards fleeing quietly.
He grabbed one of them casually, "Where is Gu Yueming?!"
The guard only regarded him as one of Xiao Yao's group, and said in a trembling voice, "Don't kill me, Imperial Preceptor... The Imperial Preceptor is already dead, just under those rubbles!"
"Where is Xiao Yao?" he asked again.
The guard turned and pointed in the direction of the city, "Everyone is going to the palace!"
Throwing the guards away casually, the Emperor strode outside the battlements. Looking at the mess in front of him, he frowned more and more.
He waved his sleeve lightly, and the gravel flew away, revealing Gu Yueming's face.
The once enchanting face was now smashed beyond recognition, but the Emperor Qingwu still recognized him as Gu Yueming, because there was a seed he gave him in his body - the seed of strength.
The Nine Heavenly Game is not in his hands, so Xiao Yao must have taken it away.
He, as the Emperor of Heaven, actually lost to that man's daughter?!
That man took away the woman he liked and wanted to take away his son again?!
No, he will never allow it!
Waving his sleeves, the Emperor flew up and headed towards the palace.
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Chuyang City, Imperial Palace.
When Xiao Yao and Si Wuxie rushed to the palace, the Heaven-defying Blade and Zheng Keqiang's palace were still in a confrontation with the demon army in the palace.
This time, the other party used the dean, the gentlemen, and all the women and children as shields. Even if it was a sword against the heavens, they would not dare to attack easily, for fear that they would regret it if they were hurt.
"Sir!" Seeing Xiao Yao and Si Wuxie falling, Xu Huang was the first to rush over, "What do you think we should do? Kill or not?!"
As long as she kills, they can burn this palace to the ground and save the dean and the gentlemen. It's no problem. As for the civilians, it's hard to say whether they will live or die.
Xiao Yao pursed his lips and looked at the old man with dark red robes fluttering in the night wind.
Watching her from a distance, the dean shook his head gently.
Walking forward, Xiao Yao walked through the soldiers step by step, passed through the Heaven-defying Blade, and came to the front of the queue.
Taking out the ink bamboo flute from her waist, she slowly placed it to her lips and played the flute sound.
Ethereal, melodious, and graceful.
That tune is clearly the long song that the prairie people love to sing.
Listening to that familiar tune, the anger on the faces of the prairie soldiers on the city wall gradually turned to yearning.
This season is the day to harvest hay. If it is too late and no hay is harvested, the cattle and sheep in the autumn will freeze and starve. If the cattle and sheep die, the children will have no milk to drink and no meat to eat.
We won't be able to survive next spring with those poor highland barley noodles.