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The emperor of the Jin State did not move, but the King Jing of the northern land couldn't hold back. This time, she can't interfere with the misery of the common people.

I don't know how many people have been displaced at this moment, and how many people have died on the battlefield in the spring boudoir dream.

She shouldn't think about this, what she should think about is that the soldiers are together, and the demons breed!

Ten people and nine died on the battlefield, and one will succeed and ten thousand bones will wither. And where plague and death are entangled, there will be demons.

It doesn't have to be a demon beast, a demon beast is born from the animism of all things.

To put it simply, there are high and low beasts, and there is a kind of non-stream, just like the dog demon on Jiaodong Road, which was just a domestic dog at the beginning.

Most of the composition of the demon world is not only the demon clan of the world, but also some scattered monsters that have their own sanity after the sun and the moon.

For example, the hundred-year-old willow tree in front of the door, the invisible and traceless wine demon, and even the hundred-year-old soup demon.

Yes, you heard it right, it's brine, and 100-year-old soup!

Legend has it that a long time ago, there was a shop that had a pot of 100-year-old soup in it, and the old soup was so tender that the shop was doing a booming business.

This shop has been passed down from generation to generation......

As the saying goes, there are no more than three generations of wealth, but in fact, there is also a destiny in the dark.

So, one day, the shop caught fire because someone was careless. I'm not afraid of a fire in this shop, but I'm afraid that the old soup is not there.

Who knew that the people who were fighting the fire saw a beautiful woman in white rising from the old soup, coming and going freely in the fire, and soon the fire was extinguished, and the old soup was not damaged at all.

After learning about this, the store became more and more popular, and later someone bought the old soup at a heavy price, and the owner of the old soup readily agreed.

Who knew that on the night that Lao Tang left his house, the woman in white came to support the dream, saying that on the night that Lao Tang left his house, the woman in white came to the dream, saying that his family was ruthless first, and he couldn't blame himself for being wrong.

The one who bought the old soup insisted that he had been deceived, because the old soup was no longer the taste it used to be......

I heard that the woman in white later became a Tang Immortal in the Heavenly Realm, but I don't know if it's true.

Of course, this is all gossip, and the main point is that all things are animist.

All these things are not limited to real objects, like the smell of wine, miasma, all breed the mind.

At present, the front line is all dead and resentful, dead and resentful, and they have sanity, and they will not pursue their own refinement like other spiritual things. Rather, it is indiscriminate attack and destruction.

The irony is that the monks cannot stop the war, but they must take care of what is bred by the war. At present, the various factions have sent some personnel to various places, especially on the front line.

In the battle of Nancheng, there were more than 50,000 casualties, and I heard that these resentful things could not catch the tracks and made chaos everywhere.

Some people who are good at astrology say that it is the star of troubled times, and this star is out, and there will never be peace in the world.

Indeed, it's not just the front line, now the Jin Kingdom is full of chaos, and no sect can stay out of it!

Her marriage to Shen Bugu was naturally postponed.

Phoenix did not go to the front line to sharpen, but to refine the pill in the faction.

Everything is as usual in Gu Land, she has been to the Tianjiu Alliance twice, He Lianshi is not here, he has gone to make war money. It's not money, it's about people and news.

Fu Huiniang also came to the front line, she wanted to see what Bing Ge looked like. After all, she was also a general, a person who commanded thousands of soldiers and took the head of the enemy among thousands of troops.

Edgeworth went to Changzhou, she had seen a lot along the way, she was not clothed, and she was easy to eat. She can't help.

Sometimes she wonders, is reincarnation good or bad? A person does not really die, but goes into reincarnation. This means that the pain will not stop either.

What about Jiang Yanchen? Is he really dead?

She slowly closed her eyes on the sword, and Changzhou City arrived.

The outside of Changzhou is desolate, there was a siege here a few days ago, and the smell of the beacon fire and wolf smoke remains on the walls.

Although the walls are strong, they cannot hide the traces of the fire.

She carefully concealed her breath, and a strange incident had happened in the daily state city recently. It is said that it is the place where the dead air is engulfed, and there is also a man in white who appears in it, if someone can control the dead air...... She's going to take a look.

The sky darkened for a minute, and the breath of early spring was still extremely cold, and every time she breathed, there would be some haze in front of her, and it was already indistinguishable when the sky was dark.

She didn't know how much of her dead mind had opened, so she decided to change the clothes on her body into patched linen cloth, and walked to the nearest populated place outside Changzhou City step by step.

There is a river outside the city of Changzhou, which is extremely clear, but there is also a hidden smell of blood here. Fu Huiniang in the reflection of the water has a lot of dirt on her face, and the only thing that shines is a pair of eyes on her face.

The nearest populated place was three miles away, and there were about a dozen people, and she walked towards it, but there was nothing but desolation along the way.

"There's a guy over there." They're talking about her.

Oh, oh no, she doesn't know how to pretend to be later.

She looked over slowly, there were old and young in this line, and there was a young man who had always closed his eyes mixed in, which was particularly conspicuous, this person was dressed in black, and looked like a blind man.

"Are you the one who threw the damn ones too?" One of them, a sixteen or seventeen-year-old boy, spoke at him.

She thought for a moment, then shook her head.

"There was a blind man, and now there is a mute man. Oh, it's a mercy! Although the middle-aged man who spoke was dirty, his waist was straight, and his hands were calloused, and he looked like a scholar.

There are everyone in this line, and she is a little curious.

The young man spoke again: "There is no way forward, there is no way back, I think we are going to starve to death here!" ”

It turned out that they were a group of people released by the attackers of the siege, and they were expecting them to knock on the gate of Changzhou, but the young general who defended the city did not open the door at all, but ordered to release arrows.

They also survived, listening to the scolding in their mouths, she felt that the soldiers were doing the right thing, and the soldiers were not tired of cheating, even if they were really just a group of people, not a fine work or a striker.

What if they carry the plague with them?

The man in black came later, saying that he was standing far outside, and that an old lady here insisted on taking him in, saying that he was no different from her son at his age.

"Whatever you take in, in short, it's still a dead word in the end." The middle-aged man spoke harshly all the time.

This neighborhood really can't stay, you can't retreat, you can't enter the city. The river was polluted, there was no good land outside, and the beasts were only dead, and now they were burning branches to keep warm.

A malicious gaze wandered over her, to be precise, around everyone. It was a short and fat man in his fifties, with short fingers and calluses on his hands, but it was not caused by holding a pen, but by holding a knife.

Hui Niang met his gaze and grinned.

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