"Hehe... Looks like you remember me..."

"Uncle Wang, die for the villagers, you die as you deserve, come and light a fire." Huang Chao sneered, turned around, cold and vicious, and said righteously to the refugees around him.

As his voice fell, a dozen men with torches lit the fire.

"Huang Chao, you don't have to die well, my ancestors and grandchildren will turn into ghosts, and they will never let you go..."

"Groan!"

"Since you are dead, it is better for you to die...", accompanied by a dragon groan, a flirtatious voice came from the distant sky.

When everyone heard the sound, they saw a dragon with a length of forty or fifty zhang flying towards the porridge shed from the direction of Chang'an City, and on the back of the dragon, a child dressed in silk and satin, about three or four years old, stepped on the dragon's head, just like a fairy child in myths and legends.

After the dragon appeared above the refugees, the dragon's mouth opened, and a water curtain fell from the sky, like a river pouring down, instantly extinguishing the fire.

"How? Since you have died a well-deserved death, why don't you die instead of this old man and the child? The dragon fell, and Yun Shibao patted its head, took out a piece of bloody demon beast meat from the warehouse of the Ten Thousand Worlds and threw it to the dragon.

This is a dragon that caused chaos in Dongting Lake, and after being subdued by Yan Tao, it was given to Yun Shibao as a mount.

Although the realm is a little worse, only the third order is on the right, but it is a rare dual-system talent monster, not only can it travel in the clouds and rain, but the speed is even more unique, as a means of transportation, it is barely enough.

"You... Are you that natural saint in the royal family? Seeing Yun Shibao, Huang Chao's pupils shrank, and a trace of horror appeared on his face.

This time, he was ordered by his master to steal Li Tang Jiangshan and search for the power of faith for the ancestor of his master.

And if he wants to get these thousands of miles of flowers, he naturally has to have no soldiers, so he blended into the refugee camp and took the opportunity to win the hearts of the people.

But Huang Chao never imagined that now that Datang was suffering from disasters everywhere and starving everywhere, Li Baobao, the anxious Protector of the Saint King Li Baobao, who should have been busy, would care about the life and death of a refugee and appear in the porridge shed in person.

"The name of your Huangchao, the lonely king is like thunder, I heard that you arrived in Chang'an, how could the lonely king not come to greet you." touched Jiaolong's head and said something that made Huang Chao's face cloudy.

The fact is indeed as Huang Chao guessed, Yun Shibao is now busy because of the sacrificial ceremony, even if he hears about it, at most he will send a subordinate to check it out, save the lives of the ancestors and grandchildren, and will not come in person.

But who called Huang Chao, the name of this demon is like thunder, Yun Shibao knows that he is coming to Chang'an, no matter how busy he is, he has to personally "receive" it.

"I'm a poor scholar, where do I have any reputation."

"This ancestor and grandson have been infected with the plague, and the Holy King's daughter is noble, so it's better to stay away from them." Although he didn't know why this Ninth Highness would call himself "thunderous", Huang Chao was not an ordinary person after all, so he quickly calmed down and arched his hand at Yun Shibao.

"No, King Lone said, these two can't be killed." Yun Shibao shook his head and said lightly.

As he spoke, he looked up and down at Huang Chao.

This Huang Chao looked only seventeen or eighteen years old at this time, with a handsome face, clear eyebrows, and a white Confucian robe on his body, but he was also a handsome young man who was eye-catching.

If it weren't for the fact that he knew that his subordinates would never dare to lie to him, Yun Shibao really couldn't connect this handsome young man with the Huang Chao known as a demon in history.

"This Tang Dynasty is all His Majesty's people, and it can be regarded as His Highness's people, could it be that His Highness wants to watch these people of yours die of the plague?" Huang Chao's eyes narrowed slightly, and his expression looked quite indignant.

"Yes, their grandparents must die, we don't want the plague..."

"That is, Xiaowang Village in my hometown is wiped out by a plague, miserable, in just three days, none of the hundreds of people in the village were spared..."

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Maybe it was Yun Shibao's kindness, maybe Yun Shibao's immature appearance made them mistakenly mean that this Nine Emperor Prince was weak and polite, or maybe it was the various magical immortal techniques along the way that gave the refugees confidence.

As Huang Chao's words fell, the refugees echoed one after another, and their eyes looked at Yun Shibao more and more unkindly.

Seeing this, Yun Shibao's face sank, and he glanced around coldly.

The refugees only felt a huge coercion swept away, and their bodies instinctively took a step back, subconsciously lowering their heads, not daring to look at Yun Shibao, let alone make a sound.

"You're proud?" After retracting his gaze, Yun Shibao slowly floated in front of Huang Chao and said expressionlessly.

He could clearly see the fleeting smile on the corner of Huang Chao's mouth after inciting the refugees' emotions.

However, Yun Shibao still noticed the hint of a smile on the corner of his mouth.

Huang Chao is proud, proud that he easily incited the refugees...

"Yes, I'm proud, I don't believe it, in front of everyone's eyes, you can go against the will of the people and protect this pair of ancestors and grandchildren..."

But he used some kind of means similar to the sound transmission of thousands of miles to send this voice to Yun Shibao's ears.

He was sure that Yun Shibao would not do anything to himself, after all, judging from the methods of this Nine Emperor Prince, it seemed that he was also collecting the power of faith.

A natural saint, the reincarnation of Emperor Taiyi Ziwei, the holy king of the protector of the country...

This kind of method is the same as the method used by his own teacher to fool his followers.

Once these Nine Emperor Princes go against the will of the people and save the pair of sons and grandchildren, today's events will surely spread all over the world from the mouths of the refugees, and at that time, he will inevitably lose his mind and his reputation will plummet.

"Hehe... I have to say, you are indeed a smart person. ”

"But for the grasp of people's hearts, you will always be a younger brother." Hearing Huang Chao's provocation, a cold light flashed in Yun Shibao's eyes, and then he shook his head with a smile and said disdainfully.

"Listen, the lonely king An Tianwei is the governor of the country, the holy king of the country, the ninth son of today's son, after investigation, the scholar Huang Chao is a wolf demon, bewitching the people, spreading the plague, and his crime should be punished..."

"If you can work together to kill him, there will be an extra piece of fat and oily meat in your bowl tonight..."With that, Yun Shibao ignored Huang Chao and turned to the group of refugees.

These few words Yun Shibao was attached to the chaotic true qi, and the sound spread for hundreds of miles, and almost all the refugees in the porridge shed could hear it.

Hearing Yun Shibao's words, the refugees couldn't help but be stunned, and then their gaze at Huang Chao changed instantly, from the original gratitude to greed and cruelty.

It's like looking at a roast chicken that can move.

To tell the truth, the days of being uprooted from their homeland and starving have long since made them worse off than dead, and they have completely lost confidence in life.

If you can eat a piece of meat before you die, it is undoubtedly excellent.