In front of an ordinary mansion courtyard in the imperial capital. Some soldiers were busy in front of and behind the house, carrying some of their belongings to the wagons.

In front of the car, the horse panted in the cold rain. In the fine rain, the horse's snort resembles two airplane exhausts.

It was 10 o'clock in the middle of the day, and the sky was shining, but when you arrived in the city, it was going to be dark.

The rain had not yet extinguished the fire, some of the sparks were still faintly burning, and there was a lot of burning smell around them, and the smell had not completely dissipated. On the side of the road, there were only those who could not cry out, their homes were homeless, their relatives were nowhere to be found, and the Imperial soldiers who had hoped for it had become directly deadly demons.

Two horsemen, galloping along the street on horseback, cut off the necks of the distracted men kneeling on the side of the road, and their heads rolled out of the way and crashed into the corners of the streets.

In the streets, the arrogant laughter of the cavalry was heard. And they were sent out, but they were responsible for protecting the people, fire and theft.

The cavalry was amused, but they did not come to the guarded mansion.

The soldiers guarding the door of the mansion also had a gray face, but above the gray face were two bright eyes.

Except for dozens of people who served as guards, the rest of the soldiers were too busy to wipe the dirt off their faces. Through the gap in the gate, you can see an old woman kneeling in the courtyard of the mansion.

The old woman was clearly the owner of the mansion, and around her stood seven or eight people in irregular circles. Judging from their age and clothing, these people are about the same generation as the sons and daughters-in-law of the old woman. These people, including the old woman, were dressed in thick cotton clothes (apparently made in a hurry), all of which were made of the finest materials, and even had some simple ornaments on the clothes with skillful hands.

The old woman babbled with her head tilted up to the sky, but the words were slurred, and she didn't know what she was reading. There was no shelter on her head, and the rain drenched her aging face. Seeing that several of her daughters-in-law are holding bamboo umbrellas, it is obvious that she is not sheltering from the rain to show her sincerity.

"Oh God!" said the old woman, this time with two words that were clear.

On the ground in front of the old woman there was a tribute from the soldiers—a whole roasted chicken, a large pig's head...... These are specially treated tributes, which can still be kept hot in this cold weather, apparently according to some kind of sacrificial rules.

At this moment, the rain on the ground is not a puddle like ordinary rainwater falling, but will freeze into frost, just like the frost on a winter morning, and it will skate and skate directly like that.

The old woman's little grandchildren and granddaughters all put their hands in their mouths from the cold, and they were all shivering in their respective mothers' arms.

"Old mother. The old woman's youngest son reminded aloud. The son, dressed in a military uniform, with a metal helmet on his head and a spear in his hand, was the only person in the family who wore a combat uniform.

But no matter how anxious he spoke, the old woman did not respond to him. On the contrary, he was still chattering on the ground without hurrying, and the old woman's calmness formed a strong contrast with his anxiety.

The youngest son didn't understand, but the two long sleeves of the old mother's clothes were wet with water, and the bright red turned crimson, wasn't she cold...... Is her body able to stand it so cold? If she falls ill, will the family survive?

The youngest son lowered his head, ready to "remind" the old mother in his ear. At this time, a pair of big broad hands stopped him, and it was his eldest brother who stopped him.

"Big brother?" asked the youngest son, puzzled.

His eldest brother smiled at him and calmly flipped through the book of doctrine in his hand. This eldest brother, twelve years older than him, has a fat figure, and inside his exposed blue-gray robe is a white gold silk shirt, and the shirt woven of crystal clear white silk is also made of gold thread to form an ancient god.

The eldest brother had been holding a black book (even the pages were black with golden words), and when he opened it in the rain, this book called Doctrine would not be wet by the rain.

"Big brother, I really can't wait......"

"Little brother, if you say too much, you will lose, people learn to think, everything in the world has a reason for the existence of ,......"

He didn't listen to what he said. Now that his eyebrows are already burning, his eldest brother is still talking nonsense with him, does he think that the knife of the rebels is not good, and he can't cut his neck? Look at himself, dressed in white iron armor, old handguard leggings, his hands have never left the rusty spear head sharpened by the fine spear, his eyes are always unconsciously staring at other people's necks, two knees and three places, don't look at his body is as thin as a monkey, his combat power can kill a complete imperial squad (archer X2, swordsman x10, cavalry X2).

The Tao is not the same, how can the two make sense.

"I'll go out and have a look. ”

A little depressed, he walked out the door as he spoke. He was going to get the soldiers to speed up the move, at least the soldiers wouldn't disobey him, so that when they were all done, his mother would have to leave if she didn't leave.

Suddenly, there was a noise at the door.

His heart suddenly changed, his face changed slightly, and he took a few steps in a row: "You protect the old mother!"

before walking to the door.

Two soldiers carried a seriously wounded man, watched him come out and hurriedly reported. "Spotted a fine sakure!"

Just hearing these two words, he understood that this person did not belong to his own camp. (If you do it carefully, the subconscious meaning is someone who can be killed.) ）

Now that the relationship between the forces in the whole city is chaotic, it can be said that if a hostile royal family is caught, it can be said that he has killed him! These soldiers said that "Xizuo" was to have a good excuse if they were held accountable in the future, and he also taught it.

"Lift his head up!" he commanded faintly.

"Yes. The two soldiers, one by one, held the man up and raised his head. In the numb rain, a blood-stained face was revealed.

"It's him!" he recognized the man's face, which was the second disciple of the old mage of the Star Tower.

The words of the Star Tower, this is now the most difficult bone for all forces to gnaw, and they don't know their attitude towards the royal family, so it can be said that if it weren't for the current king to cancel the imperial status of the Star Tower, these chaotic forces would not dare to rebel now.

"Where did you find him?"

"Just now, he crawled all the way over there......" the soldier pointed to the ground, and there was a line of obvious blood on the water-soaked pavement.

"He's in a coma from crawling there!" his leg is broken...... "The soldier was still a few meters away, pointing to the spot.

He looked down and saw that the man's right leg was also visibly broken.

"Put him over there!" he pouted, gesturing to a corner. Walls that will not be touched by cold rain, and walls that are significantly aggravated by cold gray on cold weather.

The two soldiers nodded, dragging the mage into a dark corner.

"Wait!" the man called out to the two of them, "and when you put it away, prepare a fire, food, water, and a quilt for him!"

"Yes!"

Then he said to the soldiers who were busy around him: "Hurry up, everyone, and throw away all those heavy things!" At the same time, be vigilant, and if you find an alien, you don't have to report it, just kill it!"

"Yes!" the surrounding soldiers clenched their weapons in response.

nodded secretly with satisfaction, the biggest headache now is his old mother's matter.

However, when he turned to go back, his eyes seemed to catch a glimpse of a man standing on a large pillar on the other side of the palace. He looked closely, and saw only a vague dark shadow. "It's so suspicious!" he laughed at himself and walked in immediately.

……

What he saw was naturally Qiao Jing.

Ever since it rained, there had been a black haze that filled the air of the city. The moonlight was like blood, standing high in the sky, without buildings to block it, Qiao Jing could see the complete red moon. The moon was not so enchanting just now, and at this moment it is as enchanting as chicken blood.

Qiao Jing took out the terminal, connected her fingers, the screen fluctuated again and again, and the surrounding scenes were photographed frame by frame.

took hundreds of photos in a row, and then sent these together to that "Jinghai".

"In this way, it can be regarded as overfulfilling the task!"

Qiao Jing muttered to herself. Completing this task is equivalent to 80% completion of this class task, "to the point of destruction, I don't know what grade will be given." Thinking like this, Qiao Jing looked up at the air. At this time, under the formation formed by himself, there was a man watching below. The man floated like this, without any support under his feet, and he was still covered with a garment made of water.

This strange man caught Qiao Jing's attention.

There, the rain automatically avoided the man.

This man had just walked up from under the island, not from this space, and if it weren't for Qiao Jing who happened to be open to the judge's eyes, he wouldn't have been able to see him.

The man retracted his gaze and walked towards Qiao Jing step by step, every time he walked in the air, there would be a footprint, and the footprints formed by the rain avoided, but because of the walking speed, each footprint lasted less than 3 seconds, and it was submerged by the rain that fell later.

The man walked up to Qiao Jing, tapped his finger on Qiao Jing in the air, and asked, "You arranged this formation?"

He found me!

Qiao Jing thought that this strange man was also a ghost in the underworld, and wanted to avoid trouble as much as possible, but he didn't have the slightest sense of strength on him, but he didn't expect him to find him directly. "Yes, may I ask you?"

"Oh!" the man looked surprised, "can you see me?"

"Yes. Qiao Jing nodded. Looking at the man's gaze is also a little changed, this man doesn't know how he can talk to him if he can't see him.

"You can call me a fake! You are the first one who can see me!" The man looked around and said in a mocking tone, "It seems that there are people here who don't like me!"

What Qiao Jing didn't see was that a black energy shadow shrank back from Qiao Jing's body, and the man clicked on this shadow just now to ask.

"Fake?" Qiao Jing frowned. Because there were obvious spatial fluctuations around, tens of thousands of water ripples appeared in mid-air, and there were obviously tens of thousands of unknown ones that were teleporting over, and the surrounding mechas, which had jumped off the island because of the rain, were climbing up from the edge of the cliff in succession.

They're going in this direction. After climbing up, he kept running this way.

In other words, their target is likely to be this man!

"Who the hell are you? I mean your real name!" Qiao Jing asked. Apparently this man's name is not as simple as he says it is, and no one will just take a single word as a name, unless he is God!

"An unpersona non grata!" the man shrugged.

Drip. The terminal is shaken.

"Jinghai: Qiao Jing, is this all true? Why did it get so damaged? What about the mecha? Did you drive it?"

Knock knock. More than a dozen mechs were moving towards the palace at high speed despite the cover, and in their hands, the protective cover of the weapon had been removed, and the lightsaber in the other hand had been fully charged and held in their hands.

If you look down from above, you will see dozens of mechs climbing on the stone walls of the island.

The unknown in the water ripples in the sky finally appeared, a black figure, looking like a petite and delicate woman, with white hair.

"Actually...... Me?" Qiao Jing was shocked, and glanced at the nearest white-haired figure, Qiao Jing found that these people were exactly like her (except that the clothes were black, and the hair was white instead of blue).

Suddenly, Qiao Jing remembered, wasn't Qiao Xiaoxiao like this from the beginning? There were actually tens of thousands of "Qiao Xiaoxiao" here.

"Where did they all come from......" Recalling the battleship where countless "Valkyries" crossed the world above, Qiao Jing knew the origin of these "Valkyries".