Dragon Herder

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Endless darkness shrouded this land, so faint that the brilliance of the stars and the little fireflies between the jungle are one of the few brilliances of this world.

The night is foggy, like a thin veil covering an ash-gray city.

In the center of the city, a graceful and graceful sculpture stands, and you can see it as soon as you step into the city and raise your head slightly.

She exudes a unique night and moon in the darkness, white and holy, and her beautiful and dignified face will make everyone who has just entered this city involuntarily hold their breath.

The sculpture is lifelike, like Goddess of the Night, draped in the yarn of the moon and fog, and the seductive figure is even more fascinating if it is hidden in this hazy.

It鈥檚 just that even though it鈥檚 a stunning beauty, people in the city don鈥檛 dare to be profanity.

She is the ruler of this city.

It is not a symbol of beauty, faith, or freedom, but more often it represents killing and war.

People call her Martial Goddess, and she tamed this barbaric and chaotic land in just one year.

Let this city and surrounding territories finally have a trace of order and formal laws.

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The people who guard the city are a bit sloppy, and they turn a blind eye to anyone who enters the city, including some ragged beggars, who flood in groups.

Zhu Minglang wandered around the city gate for a long time. After seeing this group of beggar crowd, he decisively inserted into it and successfully entered Yong City.

This group of beggars didn’t know what city state they had fled from, and they couldn’t understand a word of the language Zhu Minglang spoke. When they saw the hazy Martial Goddess sculpture, they were dumbfounded, staying in place for several seconds before leaving dejectedly.

They were originally from the Pine Forest tribe and owned their own 5 Walled City. Although the land is not vast, they are considered to be a great influence on this land.

A year ago, their 5 Walled City was destroyed, and the dead and tidy of the ruler were placed on the street. The residents of 5 Walled City had no protection, half became slaves and half became homeless refugees. As a result, Tossing around several cities, finally arrived at the site of the culprit.

It is also ridiculous. In just one year, any idea of 鈥嬧€媓atred for revival has long been devastated by the lack of food and food.

I just want a wall, not being chased by wild beasts, and corpses in the wilderness, I just want a dirty street curled up to live, even if this tall city wall and long street belong to the 5 Walled City of them. Martial Goddess.

“There are porridge congeeers, go to the backstreet.” A buck-toothed man in a military uniform came and said coldly to the group of wandering beggars like cockroaches and mice.

“This official, I’m from Sang Town. I met some gangsters on the way to send silk to City Lord Mansion. Money and the silk that I planned to pay to City Lord were robbed. It ended up like this. Can you trouble me? Would you inform Uncle Wang in Sangzhen to let him pick me up?” Zhu Minglang said politely as he stepped forward.

“What things or things, stay away from Lao Tzu. If you don’t drink porridge and starve to death, stay away from my long street. Let the female City Lord see this mess, and I have to lose my head.” I didn’t care what Zhu Minglang said at all and scolded.

Zhu Minglang had no choice but to avoid it. At this time, a group of refugees heard the yelling of porridge and rushed to the backstreet. Zhu Minglang was almost held up.

The back street is very dilapidated, far from the long street. Few wooden and mud houses are intact. At first glance, they are messy. Walking into this place seems like the smell of fireworks in the world has disappeared all at once, lingering. Only withered and dilapidated.

Porridge is not a lie. In the innermost wooden yard on the back street, there is a City Lord maid in a water blue dress who is serving porridge.

She smiled kindly, and didn’t have the slightest dislike for these wanderers who were covered with lice. Even if her white and tender hands were dirty, she still passed it bowl after bowl.

Zhu Minglang is also hungry. When encountering such a thing, he can only go to the countryside and accept charity from others.

“dong dong dong 鍜氬挌…”

But it didn’t take long for the refugees beggar to fall one by one, either throwing their heads up on the ground, or falling straight forward.

Some wanderers who were still awake saw this scene and were frightened to run, but before they could run a few steps, they suddenly convulsed and foamed at the mouth.

Zhu Minglang is also stupid.

No way!

I heard that some vicious and merciless city-state rulers, in order to make the whole city look prosperous and holy, they regularly give alms to the homeless, refugees, beggar, etc., and throw them all out of the city after being poisoned to death. Buried.

It’s like getting rid of the gutter mouse…

Thinking that he would end up like this, Zhu Minglang felt unwilling to 10000000 million.

Moreover, he is dead, who will raise Little Brat? It eats that many mulberry leaves every day!

“Dong! dong! dong! !!!”

The refugees fell down one by one, and you can see that their staring within both eyes are full of unwillingness and resentment, but this land has always been so cruel that some rulers can not only take away other people鈥檚 city homes with an offensive word, why not Can these people be deprived of their lives for the sake of the city’s appearance?

There is no difference between the refugees who belong to the city and the mice on the bustling streets of others. Even if they give up all their dignity and survive very hard, they will not end well in the end.

Zhu Minglang started to feel dizzy.

He is a decent man in this Yong City, a hardworking mulberry farmer, an honest silkworm merchant, paying taxes on time and taking the initiative to pay tribute.

If those people are rats, they will die if they take rat poison. At any rate, I can be regarded as a loyal Yellow Ox, but I accidentally ate the poison from my yard… Save me!

Zhu Minglang had no time to prove his identity. At this time, several officers and soldiers with sacks walked out of the courtyard, all wearing Leng Yue’s long swords at their waists.

He tried to stay awake.

In the end, Zhu Minglang still did not escape the medicinal power of these “rat poison”, and staggered down.

Just before losing consciousness, I saw a pair of jade foot, walking gracefully from the depths of the courtyard with lotus steps…

Zhu Minglang tried very hard to see the owner of jade foot, but he has completely lost consciousness.

In the medicinal power and chaotic thoughts and dreams, jade foot combined with the sculptures of Martial Goddess in 9 cities, turned into a vivid, complete and lifelike beauty, approaching gracefully.

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A rare dream, Zhu Minglang felt that God did not treat him badly, and gave himself a wonderful dream before his head fell.

He dreamed that the wonderful and gentle sculpture in the city came alive, slowly crawling towards him under the dim light of the oil lamp fire, that beautiful face slightly raised is indeed the ultimate visual enjoyment in this world. As for what happened next, Zhu Minglang felt that returning to the West was not an unacceptable thing.

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“Ah, dying.”

Zhu Minglang yelled involuntarily. He thought everything was a pre-death hallucination, but soon he heard his own echo in this enclosed area.

“To die… To die… To die…”

Zhu Minglang heard his own echo, and his whole person slowly woke up.

He observed his surroundings and found that he was in a dungeon. The light of the oil lamp swaying slightly was not an illusion. You can even feel the heat by extending the hand.

I am not dead? ?

Isn’t that the poison to clean up rats!

Oops, if you are still alive, there is a high probability that these people will be sold as slaves in remote stone mountains and mines! !

When the kind of slave in a claustrophobic mine…It is better to directly poison to death yourself!

“en?”

Suddenly, there was a nice chime, right beside Zhu Minglang.

Zhu Minglang turned his head to the side, only to realize that there was a naked woman lying beside him.

Her hair was like black tea-colored silk, and the unfading red glow reflected on her face. She was so beautiful that her heart stopped beating at the moment she stared at her closely, and then suddenly beating frantically in the next second.

what happened!

Didn’t I dream of just now? ?

Why are you in a dungeon.

Why be locked up with a woman.

Her appearance is clearly the sculpture standing in the center of the city. It is the Martial Goddess who looks like a peaceful Fairy but is an iron-blooded emperor!

“I’m all awake, elder sister has a good complexion. It seems that this little tramp served very well last night.” A fox’s shrill woman’s voice came from the high iron window.

The woman beside Zhu Minglang was still a little groggy, as if she was drunk.

“I don鈥檛 know how many people鈥檚 hearts will be broken when the people over there hear that the dazzling elder sister sleeps with a little beggar. But don鈥檛 worry, the elder sister will surely reach everyone鈥檚 ears and become people. The most memorable topic after a meal.” The fox’s shrill voice continued.

This sentence made the woman next to Zhu Minglang finally fully awake, but without waiting for her angry response, the sound of footsteps outside gradually faded away, and that kind of proud and sharp laughter echoed in this cold dungeon for a long time.

Zhu Minglang was a little confused. He stared at the jailed woman beside him.

The person in front of me is clearly the City Lord of this city, Martial Goddess in people’s mouth, her peerless posture is too easy to recognize, even if she is not wearing clothes…cough cough, in short, Zhu Minglang is sure to be her.

So judging from the speaker just now…

“You were overthrown?” Zhu Minglang broke the silence in the dungeon and asked.

This land has always been extremely chaotic, the war has never stopped, and the change of rulers is no less than the change of seasons.

Martial Goddess didn’t speak. She used her long hair to cover herself, but it was a pity that the place she should be thin was thin, and the place that should be big was so big that she could not cover it all.