I went to the temple after traveling through time, and he turned out to be a monk!

The central part of Chen State was generally stable. Although there were small-scale riots, they did not cause much trouble.

However, the war continued in the area near the Nanman.

Everyone in the Southern Barbarian court had gone mad, and with the frenzied Medicine Slave Army, there were no conditions for peace talks and they could only continue to fight.

Zhuo Ling's child was born during the battle when she was helping Zhuo Yunjun to suppress the Southern Barbarians.

The reason why Meng Ying asked her to go back to defend against the Nanman was probably because he wanted to take this opportunity to annihilate the Nanman in one fell swoop!

Today's southern barbarians are no longer worthy of existing in this world.

But this is a tough battle, many times more difficult than imagined.

People who have been transformed by the poison are either full of poison and anyone who is touched by it will die, or they have no sense of pain and just hack at people like crazy, and even the slightest injury cannot bring them down.

They're all monsters!

The southern barbarians also invented a new poison that was extremely addictive, and even those who originally had rationality gradually lost their humanity.

The entire Nanman is like hell on earth, with nothing but killing.

Zhuo Yunjun was in a dilemma. He didn't want to kill endlessly. He had fought all his life and had never seen such cruelty.

Every day there were news of death. The person who drank with him yesterday died, the person who talked to him the day before yesterday died, and the young man who had just won military merit died.

The dead soldiers turned into cold numbers, increasing every day, doubling their numbers.

The soldiers under his command are also living people. Although they are not afraid of sacrifice, they are determined to fight to the death with that southern barbarian madman.

But he didn't feel it was a victory!

How can it be called victory if everyone turns into bones!

What kind of victory is this in a world without living people!

He retreated, took his remaining soldiers into hiding, and regrouped.

He didn't plan to fight head-on because a living person could not defeat an evil ghost!

He asked Xiao Yang to sneak into Nanzhao City to find out how the highly addictive drug was made. Xiao Yang was the only one in the world who could come and go freely.

Xiao Yang sneaked into the Wan Du Court, a familiar place. There were several high-rise buildings around the Wan Du Court, where women of the Xiao family who were used to give birth to children were imprisoned. Their ages ranged from ten to forty or fifty years old.

He walked past the room with the inscription Geng Xin Thirteen on the wall. Another woman, a twelve-year-old girl, had already lived there.

Gengxin thirteen was his mother's number. He didn't even know his mother's name before. Later he learned that General Basu gave his mother a name, Xiao Wei.

The 12-year-old girl still had a child's face, but her breasts were full. Seeing Xiao Yang coming, she was not afraid, but blinked her big eyes and asked curiously, "Am I going to give birth?"

Her tone was so excited that Xiao Yang couldn't breathe for a long time. After a long time, he finally spoke, "What's your name?"

"My name is Geng Xin Thirteen! Are you here to take me to give birth to a child?"

Xiao Yang frowned and couldn't help asking, "You...really want to have a baby?"

"I heard that when you give birth, you can go outside and look at the sky. They say the sky is blue! What color is blue?"

The room was dim, with only a faint candlelight. Before being sent here, it was managed by a group of maids. They ate in one room and rested in another. They didn't need to read or understand things. Apart from brief exchanges, they only needed to listen to people talk about how to give birth, how to massage their breasts, and they would massage each other's pelvis, saying that this would make childbirth easier.

Older women might still remember some things about the outside world, but these twelve or thirteen-year-old children have never even seen the sky and are like piglets in a pen.

So their eyeballs look light-colored, as if there is a milky white film, and they will probably go blind if exposed to strong light.

Xiao Yang tried hard to look around on his body. He remembered there was a blue patch on his inner garment. He undressed on the spot and showed the patch to the girl, "Look, this is blue."

"Hmm...but it looks the same as the one on me!"

The light was too dim and he really couldn't tell any difference, so he could only say, "When you go out, you'll be able to see the blue sky."

"Where is the blue sky? Where should I find it?"

"No need to look for it, just look up and you will find it."

Xiao Yang left after he finished speaking. He still had a mission to complete. When he completed the mission, perhaps they would be able to see the blue sky.

He sneaked into the place where the poison was being refined. There were two people locked in the room, tightly chained with iron chains. One was Feng Yue, and the other was a man who shared the same suffering as Xiao Yang and Feng Yue.

He is now seventy years old and was once the patriarch of the Xiao clan. It was from him that the imperial court discovered the secret of his ability to tolerate the poison. Since then, he and the Xiao clan members have been in endless darkness.

He laughed, "Xiao Yang... you're here... just in time to help... kill me quickly... or it will be too late..."

"What's too late?" Xiao Yang asked.

"I'm old and won't live for many days. They plan to take my blood one last time to make the poison. They want to take all my blood, so I don't know how much blood it will take to make the poison... Xiao Yang, help me, kill me... Also kill the kid next to me, and then you can kill yourself. We all deserve to die!"

Xiao Yang smiled bitterly, "I'm here to save you. It's not us who should die, it's them!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the dying Feng Yue roared hoarsely, "That's right! It's not us! It's them! Xiao Yang, you are my warrior, you have to save me! I am the prince of this southern barbarian country!"

Xiao Yang just thought he was talking nonsense. He no longer wanted to explain to Feng Yue what happened outside. It would be futile to explain because neither he nor they were mentally sound.

It's crazy.

Xiao Yang ignored the two of them and continued to explore the secret of the poison. After their blood was taken, they would be quickly taken to a room where there was an incredibly large pot, or cauldron. The pot was placed very high and there was always charcoal fire underneath to keep it from being too hot or too cold.

The pot contained warm blood mixed with the mucus of a plant, but the blood in the pot did not just come from the three of them. It also contained the blood of other people, preferably the blood of members of the Xiao clan. The blood of the three of them was just an introduction.

After keeping the blood for a period of time, it can be taken out to make medicine. Over the past few decades, dozens of poisons have been made from this blood, and their effects are also varied.

I heard that the highly addictive drugs are also produced from this blood.

Xiao Yang knew that perhaps killing these two would be the source of all evil, but the people in Yaowang Valley regarded his blood as a treasure and they said that perhaps they could develop an antidote.

He took the two away. As long as there was a glimmer of hope, he had to let them live, to live for atonement like him!

But the old man was old after all, and his life was too painful, so he committed suicide when he got a chance.

I heard that among the children born to that group of women, there would often be a few little boys who could resist the poison, but there were always people who tried to ruin the plan, so they never lived long.

After fighting for a long time, there were still only three people left, and now, there were only him and Feng Yue left.

When Zhuo Yunjun brought Feng Yue and the secret of drug manufacturing back to the military camp, he immediately thought of a solution. Feng Yue was the way to break the deadlock.

The addictive drug was in the hands of the Nanman King. He controlled the officials under him, and the officials controlled the drug slave army. So in order to seize the Nanman King's control over his subordinates, Feng Yue happened to be the source of the poison.

So they decided to support Feng Yue as the king and take control of the Yao Slave Army.

They spread the news that Feng Yue had been captured, and embraced Feng Yue as the new King of the Southern Barbarians. They built a shabby sedan chair and carried him all the way to the gate of Nanzhao City.

Feng Yue was still a little bit unbelieving, and kept asking Xiao Yang all the way, "Am I really the King of the Southern Barbarians?"

Xiao Yang pounded his chest and said, "Of course, you are the Southern Barbarian King, and I am your warrior!"

That sense of conviction convinced Feng Yuexin. He sat on the tattered sedan chair, full of energy and with a bright smile.

Although the opponent still had some medicine left, Feng Yue had already been captured. They were worried about whether there would be any medicine in the future, so they discussed killing the old Southern Barbarian King.

Just like that, the old and evil Nanman King was stabbed to death with a sword, and the people in the Nanman court turned to support Feng Yue as the new Nanman King, on the condition that they would take his blood.

On the day of the coronation ceremony in the King's Hall, Xiao Yang, as the only warrior, put the crown on Feng Yue.

Although no one wanted to acknowledge Feng Yue as the king, the people on both sides knelt down to Feng Yue in unison for their own purposes, and Zhuo Yunjun was no exception.

They were finally relieved that they could control Fengyue. The struggles and long-cherished wishes of so many people over the years could perhaps be put to rest at this moment.

But the southern barbarians had already gone crazy, those who took drugs had gone crazy, and even the common people had gone crazy. They hated the imperial court and the people with the surname Feng to their core.

They don’t understand why they should support a madman, the source of all evil, as their king?

Did Zhuo Yunjun betray them? He was clearly their last hope!

Finally, the people came to the conclusion that because he was a Chen person, all people in the Chen country were not good people!

Just as Xiao Yang put the crown on Feng Yue, raised his hand and shouted, and lit the fire, the altar exploded in an instant.

Flames shot up into the sky, creating a dark cloud.

The people will perish together with this dark world!

The rumbling sound engulfed Feng Yue, Xiao Yang and the surrounding soldiers in a raging fire, and also affected all the nearest generals and officials, including Zhuo Yunjun.

Even though Xiao Yang was very skilled and dodged subconsciously, he still couldn't avoid the sudden explosion.

It took everyone a while to come back to their senses. When Xiao Yang opened his eyes, he saw a pile of broken limbs and corpses.

The person who lit the fire was Feng Yue, who was at the center of the explosion, and his androgynous face was blown beyond recognition.

Xiao Yang knew the importance of Feng Yue, so he hurried over and cried helplessly, "You can't die! You can't die! You have to save them!"

Feng Yue could no longer hear anything. He grinned and continued, "From today on... I am... I am the King of the Southern Barbarians!"

"Yes! You are! You are the King of the Southern Barbarians! So you can't die! You have to save them!"

He wants to maintain the stability of the Medicine Slave Army and use his blood to make an antidote, so how can he die?

But Fengyue still died. After he shouted that he was the King of the Southern Barbarians, his hands dropped heavily.

Only then did Xiao Yang realize that half of his body was gone.

Why does it become like this!

We clearly agreed that we would achieve victory with the least sacrifice!

Xiao Yang was also out of strength. He avoided the center of the explosion, but was hit hard by the shock wave. His internal organs seemed to be shattered.

He couldn't move and could only lie on the corpses, waiting to die helplessly.

I don't know how long I waited, but a man slowly walked towards me. He had a broad and strong body and walked unsteadily. He blocked Xiao Yang's sunlight.

It’s Mr. Zhuo Yun.

Zhuo Yunjun lowered his head and asked, "Are you okay? Can you still walk?"

Xiao Yang only saw his mouth moving. He shook his head, wanting to say that he couldn't hear anything, but his throat seemed to be broken, so he only moved his lips.

Seeing that he was in a bad condition and looked dull, Zhuo Yunjun had no choice but to squat down and try to carry him on his back.

The moment he squatted down, Xiao Yang saw that his entire back was blown into pieces.

Xiao Yang used all his strength to shrink back. He was also covered in blood. If he were asked to carry her, he would be poisoned to death.

Every hair on his body was resisting. He seemed to be screaming, "No! Don't carry me! Go away! Go away! Stay away from me!"

But Zhuo Yunjun did not agree with him. While he was unable to move, he carried him on his back and left the palace step by step, stepping on the mountains of corpses and sea of ​​blood.

Xiao Yang felt that it was all over, he was going to die, he would definitely die!

He counted his steps, one, two, three, four. At which step would he fall?

He hated himself for not being able to move and for not being able to break free.

It was a process of watching him die, that was his father!

Even though Zhuo Yunjun did not acknowledge him as his son, Xiao Yang never blamed him. He just kept longing for him to love him a little, even just a little bit, which would be enough, enough to fill his life.

Zhuo Yunjun carried him for a long distance until his breathing became turbid and he had some strength.

Zhuo Yunjun knew that his blood was poisonous, but he carried him out without a second thought and avoided those crazy people along the way.

He didn't dare to admit his mistake, but still felt that he was his son and he owed him something.

Of course there is another important reason. His blood is valuable. It can kill people and save people.

As for which reason accounts for a larger proportion, it doesn’t matter anymore. He has to let Xiao Yang survive.

He carried him to a candy shop in Nanzhao City, which was a communication base. When the war came, the candy shop was closed, but there was still a lot of candy left, so the owner hurriedly let the two in.

Zhuo Yunjun arranged the next actions for his boss and then sat down to rest, with Xiao Yang lying beside him.

Seeing Xiao Yang sweating and crying in pain, he felt a little overwhelmed.

He looked around and came up with an idea. He pointed at one of the candies and asked Xiao Yang, "Do you want to eat this?"

Although Xiao Yang was in pain, his eyes kept following Zhuo Yunjun. He was watching when he would die.

Every second that he was alive, Xiao Yang was feeling grateful and praying.

Zhuo Yunjun asked about several kinds of candy, but Xiao Yang didn't respond at all. His eyes were blank and he kept scratching his head in annoyance.

Xiao Yang could only see him moving his lips, but had no idea what he was saying.

Like asking him!

Xiao Yang didn't care what he asked, just nodded!

Zhuo Yunjun breathed a sigh of relief, took off the string of candied haws, and quickly stuffed it into Xiao Yang's mouth, "Eat something sweet, it should feel better."

Zhuo Yunjun gradually lost his strength, leaned against Xiao Yang, and sighed, "Ling'er also loved to eat it before, I wonder if she will still love to eat it now that she has grown up..."

Xiao Yang couldn't hear, but nodded.

"Oh, really! Haha! Ling'er has given birth to a child, and we don't know whether it's a boy or a girl. The last time you wrote to me, you said Tianxiang ran away. It's really useless!"

Xiao Yang nodded.

"Next time you meet Feng Tianxiang, you have to help me teach him a lesson!"

Xiao Yang nodded.

"I haven't even met my granddaughter yet! Zhuo Sui is now, um, Zhuo Agu! What a good name!"

Xiao Yang nodded.

"Ah Hong...ah...it's all my fault, but life is good..."

The sugar in Xiao Yang's mouth began to melt. The sweetness in his mouth was actually a bit novel. He moved his tongue and nodded.

"Ling'er is a girl. She has to fight in the war and give birth to a child at the same time. It's really hard for her..."

"I remember she hated you... Actually it's my fault. Next time you see her, tell her not to hate you anymore and just tell her I said so!"

Xiao Yang nodded.

"As a family, being able to live together is the real thing. Nothing else matters..."

Xiao Yang nodded.

"But then again, A Yao must be the one who hates me the most. He is so stupid that I found it unbelievable when I heard that he got married. How is he going to live with that girl in the future?" Zhuo Yunjun made himself laugh.

Seeing him smile, Xiao Yang also smiled and nodded.

"Ah Hong can't get married anymore...it's all my fault..."

"Tianxiang is also a good kid, but he just can't get over it..."

Xiao Yang nodded...

"Xiao Yang, you are also a good kid, but it's a pity that you have to have a father like me..."

Xiao Yang nodded...

He kept talking like this until Zhuo Yunjun lost his voice and breath.

He just sat there in the candy shop and died.

Even though he has let many people down in his life, he is still a hero of the southern barbarians and a hero of the Chen Kingdom.

And today, the hero has come to an end.

The candy shop owner arranged everything according to his instructions.

Xiao Yang was rescued. The people from Yaowang Valley took a lot of effort to rescue him, but when he was rescued, his hair was completely white.

But still alive.

Because of his sinful blood, he was elected king by the southern barbarians.

The new Barbarian King!