I saw that in the dark night, the faces of those people on the hoods were either numb, or roaring angrily, or with empty eyes, obviously there were no tears, but they could feel a deep sorrow.

That's engraved in my bones...... Despair.

When the system they believed in could not protect their most basic personal safety, they also prayed to the gods and Buddhas.

However, in the end, the outcome is ...... They can only be slaughtered one by one like silent lambs.

In the crowd of people dressed in human skin, a fat-headed, big-eared man in his usual clothes stepped forward, bowed and clenched his fists, and asked the leading red-eyed man with a respectful attitude:

"Lord Youshen, when are we ready to leave tonight?"

Ye Youshen glanced at the man and said lightly, "Qian County Order doesn't need to be in a hurry, when to make a move, I have my own way."

Qian Xianling felt the dissatisfaction in Ye Youshen's tone, and the cold sweat on his back poured out.

His fat body trembled slightly, and his waist was bent even lower, looking like a dead dog crawling on the ground.

But the people around him looked indifferent, as if this scene was commonplace.

It was only when they saw the Night Wanderer that their eyes became feverish.

The Night Wanderer watched this scene with satisfaction.

In the pale moonlight, he spoke:

"Everyone, tonight will be the first battle of our counterattack! In today's world, the people are not living well, and the wolf smoke is everywhere, but the female cadres of the DPRK and China are in charge, and today they listen to slander and put the rough men of the northern border defense of Shuobei into our southern border, are you still not clear about these thoughts?"

"What is wrong with us? Is it because we have the supernatural power of the gods that we should bow down to the world? We are righteous and righteous teachers, and if we do not, the mob in the south will rise up sooner or later. The reason why the southern border can still be peaceful is because of us!"

The forty or fifty people behind the Night Wandering God looked extremely agreed when they heard this.

They nodded desperately.

Not really!

Among them, there are county officials and officials.

What is the prefectural order?

That's the parent of the people in a place!

For the county order, they are the people's food and clothing, as parents, how can they be bad for their children?

The Night Wanderer looked at this scene with satisfaction, and then smiled, "But—in the mouths of those people, we have become wicked people who do all kinds of evil, and rely on their own divine powers! What did we do? We didn't do anything!"

His tone suddenly rose high, "All we did was to skin and cramp those untouchables for the sake of divine power. But what is it?"

"As the saying goes, when we become new gods and have extraordinary powers, we are no longer of the same race as these untouchables. They can become the robes of the gods, the power that accompanies us—that! It's their pleasure!"

"So everyone, we need to rebel, against this unjust and chaotic world, against those female officials! Everything we do is for the sake of righteousness! Will you fight with me?"

The crowd was thrilled.

In the crowd, the officials held aloft sticks of fire and water, a symbol of righteousness, and shouted, "We are willing!"

Shuobei.

Dingyuan City.

Song Lanyi took the manuscript of the big man and couldn't help but be amazed.

This is really a master in the folk.

Song Lanyi in the portrait, her eyes are clear, compared with her cold state when she was serious, there is a little more girl's bright eyes and cunning and smart feeling.

Zhu Xu came over with the drawing paper in a hurry, "Song Lanyi Song Lanyi, look at me!" Look at me!"

Seeing Zhu Xulin's excited appearance, Song Lanyi's expectations couldn't help but rise.

Zhu Xulin has no shortage of resource teachers since he was a child, although he is not very reliable in other places, but he paints a picture...... You may not be proficient, but at least you can always catch the eye, right?

Song Lanyi opened the scroll with anticipation, looked at the familiar ink on it, and sketched it in a daze

An unfamiliar face.

She knew it...... I shouldn't believe Zhu Xulin......

A bright smile appeared on the corner of her mouth, and she walked to Zhu Xulin's side, and then ...... Stepping on the back of his shoe, he gritted his teeth and said, "Tell me more about what are the similarities between me and the person in the painting?"

Zhu Xulin raised his feet with bared teeth, rubbed the instep of his feet, and said vigorously, "One nose, one mouth, two eyes, two legs, is there anything wrong with this?"

Song Lanyi smiled, "Yes, a garlic nose, a toad mouth, two squinted eyes, and two lap legs. I'm curious, how did you manage to avoid all the points that resemble me and end up with this picture?"

Zhu Xulin's mouth was bald, "Isn't this to be angry with you?"

Song Lanyi: Smile. You can't get angry with the bear child.

Even if this bear child is already an older bear child.

After thinking about it, she stepped on Zhu Xulin's instep again, and crushed it by the way.

King Ming sat in the first place, and when he saw this scene, instead of being angry, he was a little gloating.

It's just that because of his identity, he can't express it too obviously, so the corners of his mouth can only be slightly upturned.

After walking around the temple fair and seeing the "magical powers" of many scholars, Song Lanyi was satisfied, and found a place to sit down.

Seeing that the scene was a little quieter, King Ming, after a short drink, was a little slackened, and even the words he said were smiling.

"This year, are you ready to nominate someone to compete for the style?"

What is the contention of the culture?

Song Lanyi looked confused.

But I didn't want to, in the next second, the vast majority of scholars in Dingyuan City set their eyes on Song Lanyi.

In addition to Song Lanyi, who else can make poems that are passed down to the world?

Didn't you?

So...... If she doesn't go up, who will?

There are even people who are eager to try it and begin to fantasize about the scene of Dingyuan City winning the top spot in the Kyushu Festival this year.

Song Lanyi felt the eyes of the people around her, like a wolf seeing a sheep.

She said weakly, "What is it...... Fighting for the Temperament?"

King Ming was stunned for a moment, and then looked at Zhu Xulin with an unkind look, "That's how you did things for me?"

Zhu Xulin turned his face aside, a little weak-hearted, "How forgetful are the nobles?"

King Ming can laugh angrily.

He made a note of Zhu Xulin in his heart, and then turned to Song Lanyi, and became a pleasant look again.

"This contention for civility has been a custom of Daqian since ancient times. Every city in Kyushu will send a person to compose poems, and the poems are not limited to the subject matter. If you can reach Narushu or above, you will compete again. The winner will be the winner."

Oh.

That's right.

Song Lanyi was a little lacking in interest.

Nothing good...... Why did she waste her talent and summon a gilded book?

The third is more ~