In the Eight Desolations City, which had just undergone a catastrophe, most of the merchants and residents in the city who were seriously damaged were immersed in grief. And even the families who survived the disaster closed their doors and windows, and their hearts were palpitating and terrified.

"Woo woo woo ......"

The rain was still falling, the crying was still endless, Ding Zhuqiang, who was standing under the corridor of the city lord's mansion with his hands in his hands, looked up at the dark sky without the stars, and felt a little like he was back in the night of his hometown......

"Squeak......

When the door opened, there was a sound of footsteps, and the closed moon lotus walked lightly to Ding Zhuqiang's side and asked, "What are you thinking?" ”

"I'm just thinking, why did I come to this world, and how should I go on the road in the future?" Ding Zhuqiang closed his eyes and shook his head, slowly breathed a sigh of relief, then reopened his eyes, looked at the front of him and said: "It is true that we have compassion for the same illness and help each other from the same sorrows." My country is also being invaded by the Great Powers, not much like the city in front of me. ”

"But didn't we come in time?" Closed Moon couldn't be relieved, and then only said: "This is the case in the Three Realms, only the strong can survive, if you really want to keep this city and not be destroyed, either you yourself are strong enough to be able to fight the enemy on your own, or you can use your ingenuity to develop and expand this city, even if you are not there one day, the people of this city can be enough to protect themselves." ”

Hearing these words, Ding Zhuqiang was deafening, his mouth suddenly opened, his eyes were shining in the closed moon that was standing in the beautiful life, and he couldn't help but hug it in his arms and said: "Closed moon, you are right, thank you, thank you sincerely." ”

"I'm just telling the truth, what's there to be thankful for?"

Closed Moon muttered a small mouth, but it was full of happy smiles, snuggled in her arms.

Ding Zhuqiang said with a lot of feelings: "It was your words that made me feel enlightened and understand that the luck of the country cannot be saved by one's own efforts, just as it takes thousands of people to do it." ”

"Alas......" Closed Moon not only sighed secretly in her heart, "Even if you understand it, what can you do! It's like the Kararansi Kingdom of my Demon Realm, which seems to be prosperous, but is actually corrupt. ”

Ding Zhuqiang secretly thought to himself: "The sages have a saying, how can I sweep the world if I don't sweep a house, if I can't govern these eight desolate cities, how can I save my country!"

"Huhuhu......"

Suddenly, a gust of night wind blew, mixed with rain, and Ding Zhuqiang, who was thinking about it, was startled back to his senses, and hurriedly entered the wing room with the closed moon in his arms, and laughed with ill intentions: "It's time to go to bed." ”

"It's not serious again, but there is still water!"

"Then it's just right to serve a husband. ”

"Beware of my brother and sister-in-law sleeping in the next room......"

"Then I'll lay the floor anyway. ”

"Poof......

The night passed like this, and the next day dawned, the rain had cleared the day, and a new day had arrived......

In fact, these Eight Desolate Cities are not hereditary, but capable people live in them, and the former Eight Desolate City Lords are just relying on the Yin and Yang skills of cultivation to steal the throne of the city lord, and after several years of encroachment, they gradually sit in prison and completely occupy it for themselves. To this day, it is still not known who his name is, and it is ironic but true......

"Uncle Fan Yun, the advance force of the barbarians has arrived. ”

Just after noon, Miao Changnian hurriedly rushed into the hall of the mansion and made an announcement.

"Oh?" Uncle Fan Yun was secretly startled, and asked from his seat, "How many people are here so soon?"

Miao Changnian replied in a deep voice: "Judging by their appearance, they should have arrived overnight, less than ten people. ”

"Hurry up, please. ”

Uncle Fan Yun said, and immediately greeted him personally.

Ruoshui, who was sitting in the hall, suddenly smiled at Ding Zhuqiang and asked, "The barbarian people are really positive enough, do you say yes?"

Ding Zhuqiang only nodded and said: "I think this is also of course, after all, such a large city can't just be occupied by the Miao clan." ”

"Then you guess?" asked with a quirky smile, "Who will be the next city master in these Eight Desolate Cities!"

Ding Zhuqiang thought for a moment, shook his head and said, "I think these two clans will definitely recommend people from their own clan to be elected!"

Closed Moon asked bluntly: "You haven't thought about yourself?"

"Ah!" Ding Zhuqiang was so shocked that Huo Ran stood up and said in surprise: "I...... This...... How is this possible? I'm not from the Barbarian clan or the Miao clan?"

"Hehehe......" Ruoshui said with a smile: "Just because you are not, you are the best candidate!"

"I think Ruoshui is right. Ruoshui's sister-in-law, Ruomei, who stayed in the hall, said: "No matter who elects someone from which clan is elected as the city lord by my Miao clan and the barbarian clan, the other clan will definitely not agree, and even if they agree, they will pay a heavy price accordingly." So at the moment, the best solution is to recommend a candidate who has little to do with either clan. ”

"So this person is me?"

Ding Zhuqiang suddenly had an enlightenment and pointed to himself.

"Otherwise, who else would you be?" Closed Moon said quite wisely: "Besides, in terms of military exploits, both times you resolved the war between the two clans and the Eight Desolate Cities. In my mind, the leader of the barbarian clan and the patriarch of the Miao clan have already reached a tacit understanding!"

"Chase the strong, I heard that you have made a great contribution again, and it must be your kid's idea to burn the enemy army!"

In the middle of the words, I saw that Uncle A Lan strode into the hall with a happy face.

"Hehe...... Ding Zhuqiang smiled embarrassedly: "This is just a little trick on my part!

Uncle Ah Lan was even more blunt: "You kid really don't be modest, I see! It's up to you to be the lord of the Eight Desolations." ”

"I think it's possible. Miao Changnian, who entered the hall together, admitted: "It just so happens that this kid is not from my two clans, and they both have their own kindness to my two clans." ”

Uncle Fan Yun did not object: "It depends on how you and I make a choice?" Coincidentally, in a short time, the patriarch and the great leader of the barbarian clan will come to this Eight Desolate City, and they will make a decision at that time. ”

At this moment, Ding Zhuqiang really decided that the throne of the Eight Desolations City Lord would be for him to sit on.

Once sandwiched between these two clans and become the lord of the Eight Desolations, whether he will become a puppet or not depends on Ding Zhuqiang's own ability.

Due to the arrival of the Barbarian Clan, the Eight Desolations City has become more stable and gradually regained its former thriving vitality......

After all, there weren't many soldiers left in the Eight Desolations City. Besides, most of them are also from the city, and once the leader who takes the lead in stirring up trouble is killed, the rest of the people will be in peace.

After a day, I received a notice early in the morning that the leaders of the two tribes were about to come to the Eight Desolations City, and the people of the two tribes set up their positions and went out of the city to greet each other.

After a few days of rest, the two tribes have become the new masters of the Eight Desolation City, and for the residents who originally lived in the city, they did not have a good impression of the previous Eight Desolation City Lords......

But most of them are still very happy, especially those merchants who are almost empty of people and money, and they are very grateful to the Miao family, so they are even more welcoming......

After all, Ding Zhuqiang is the best candidate for the city lord, he has changed into a gorgeous new set of clothes, wears the Desolate Demon Sword at his waist, and there are two beautiful Yingying girls standing beside him, at first glance, he really looks like the demeanor of the lord of a city.

"Whew!"

"Phew!"

Just after the hour, the scorching sun was shining, and with the sound of two dragon chanting and birdsong, the leader of the barbarian clan and the patriarch of the Miao clan led a retinue and came with a smile.

"Chase the strong, but I really want to congratulate you kid! I have already discussed with the patriarch of the Miao clan, the new city lord of the Eight Desolation City is you!"

However, he didn't listen, and as soon as the barbarian leader came to the city gate with a smile on his face, he congratulated Ding Zhuqiang, who was also greeting.

Although Ding Zhuqiang said that he had been mentally prepared, he was really a little flattered for a while, and he said politely and unacceptably: "Barbarian old man...... This...... I'm just afraid of ......"

"Don't shirk it. The patriarch of the Miao clan also came to Ding Zhuqiang, and said unhappily and angrily: "The Eight Desolation City launched an attack on each of our two clans, and it was because of you that we won a great victory, and besides, you have kindness to both of my clans. With the joint assistance of my two clans, you can manage these Eight Desolate Cities well. ”

"Chase the strong, since the big leader of the barbarian clan and my patriarch have decided to do so, you should come down first!"

If Shui said this, he naturally knew what Ding Zhuqiang was hesitating? Why didn't he think about his hometown?

"That's fine! I'll be respectful and obey. ”

In fact, in the past few days, Ding Zhuqiang has secretly decided that after he really becomes the lord of the Eight Desolations, how should he start to govern?

In this way, Ding Zhuqiang is truly worthy of his name, and with the full support of the two barbarian clans, he became the lord of the Eight Desolations.

When the people of the Eight Desolations City learned about it, every household also put bamboo cannons to show their joy. It can be seen from this that the former Eight Desolations City Lord was so unpopular, and the reason for this was nothing more than the practice of evil skills, which caused a lot of complaints, and sooner or later he would die......

Ding Zhuqiang also knew in his heart that this city lord was just a vain, to put it simply, it was in name only. Once it comes to touching the core interests of the two tribes, he will have to take great pains and be in a dilemma at that time.

But fortunately, Ding Zhuqiang didn't take it seriously, and he didn't really take this city lord seriously, and he had dispersed most of the power to the two tribes to govern together, and he was very happy.

With the gradual stabilization, the city lord of Aoxing has also fled back to the nest, when he heard the news, the two clans jointly elected a young man with pigtails as the new city lord, it is known that these two clans did not lose because of the position of the city lord, and they wanted to take advantage of the situation to enter, and the wishful thinking of a shame before the snow was really disappointed.

But how old and spicy the city lord of Aoxing is, how can he give up and secretly send a message to the rest of the eight cities in the human realm, intending to jointly plot the eight desolate cities.