After I traveled through the book, I was spoiled by five little villains

In horror, Fang Ting's empty door was exposed.

The man in the black turban had anticipated this result. He raised his hand and threw the hidden weapon at his fingertips, heading straight for Fang Ting's heart!

"you!"

Fang Ting's eyes showed grief and anger. He quickly turned over and dodged. The hidden weapon left a deep bloody mark on his arm.

The man ran away without even looking back.

How could Fang Ting allow him to run away?

He raised his right hand and shot out a steel claw.

The steel claws spun in the air, bound the man's entire upper body, and pulled him back violently.

The things in the treasure bag were all selected by Fang Ting when he was teaching.

He is the ancestor of using steel claws!

In his hands, the steel claws are not only a tool for climbing, but also a catching tool that can be manipulated with ease.

The man screamed and several of his ribs were broken by Fang Ting.

Facing Fang Ting's eyes burning with anger, he quickly changed his words: "Master!"

Fang Ting snorted coldly: "I don't have a good disciple like you. Tell me, who ordered you to come this time, and what is your purpose?!"

The man smiled bitterly: "Master, you know that for warriors like us, our lives are no longer our own."

Fang Ting's eyes flashed, and he made a lightning-fast move, removing his jaw.

But it's too late.

The man's face turned blue-black with deathly aura, and his fingers curled up in spasm.

Fang Ting lowered his eyes, closed his chin for him, and asked, "Do you have any last words to say?"

The man smiled bitterly: "Each of us serves his own master."

His body curled up in pain, he coughed up some black blood, and then he died.

Fang Ting hugged him, veins bulging on his forehead.

After a long while, he suppressed his anger and reached out to close the man's eyes.

In this world, human life is worthless.

Just as Qin Yaoguang expected, the total number of invading enemies was not large.

This is the suburbs of the capital, and it is not a time of chaos.

Being able to gather this kind of force under the emperor's feet is already an extraordinary strength.

More than an hour had passed since the migrants showed up.

After Bai Lu asked Chun Ning to take charge of the situation, she left the villa and came to Qin Yaoguang.

She was an old lady who was used to serving others and put her master's preferences first.

When the White Dew arrives, Qin Yaoguang's comfort level is directly raised to a higher level even when outdoors.

Tea and cakes were warming on a small red clay charcoal stove, and thick fur cushions were spread on the large bamboo chair, giving it warmth and softness.

Qin Yaoguang sat there hugging a silver carved hollow heater, but her heart was filled with sorrow for the lives that had been lost.

All the relocated households have moved into the imperial farm.

Alive and dead.

After this disaster, the number of migrants dropped again, leaving less than thirty people.

A woman held her swaddled baby tightly, her tears running dry.

The child in her arms had already stopped breathing.

"Her mother, give it to me!"

The child's father had red eyes and stretched out his hand towards her.

"No, my daughter! Oh, God, what have we done to deserve this? She is so young and can't even speak..."

The father wiped his tears with his sleeve and said, "Give me a good burial! I hope you will be reborn into a good family in your next life."

The child is gone, but the living must keep moving forward.

The whole yard was filled with gloom and sadness, and there were constant cries.

The third brother pursed his lips and tried hard to hold back the tears in his eyes.

He pulled Yan Shouzhuo and the two of them went outside.

"Big brother..."

After he shouted one sentence, the third brother choked up and couldn't speak anymore.

Yan Shouzhuo sighed silently, opened his arms and held him in his arms.

The third brother buried his head in Yan Shouzhuo's chest, and could no longer hold back his tears, which burst out.

He didn't know whether he was crying for the separation of life and death or for himself.

He couldn't remember how many years it had been since he had cried so heartily.

It turns out that the pain and the wounds that were torn and thought to be scabbed have never truly healed.

Listening to the young man's soft sobs, his thick clothes soaked by his tears, Yan Shouzhuo looked up at the thick clouds that were gathering again in the sky, his eyes welling up with redness.

too bitter.

How can this world be so bitter?

The cold-blooded killer who drove the people away treated living people as tools.

But in fact, they themselves are just tools being driven.

The murderer was not worthy of entering the imperial manor, so he found an open space next to the stone bridge and laid out the corpses in two rows.

The one who died in front of Fang Ting was the leader of the bandits.

The remaining twenty or so people all committed suicide without exception once they were caught, and no one survived.

Hu Yanjin and Qingbai counted the number of people together: "Three escaped."

Qingbai raised his head and looked into the mountain: "I told them to chase for another quarter of an hour and then come back."

She did not forget what Fang Ting said, that there would be another hailstorm.

There were only three people left, and even if they escaped, they no longer posed a threat.

For her, protecting her master is the most important thing.

After comparing the death toll with the number reported by their subordinates, the two men discussed and decided that Huyan Jin would report back to Qin Yaoguang, while Qingbai would stay here temporarily and wait for the Qingyi Guards to return.

After listening to the report, Qin Yaoguang asked, "Thank you for your hard work. Did any of our people suffer any casualties?"

"One person was seriously injured, and the rest were lightly injured."

For Hu Yanjin, he could ride a horse before he learned to walk. When he grew up a little, he lived a life of danger on horseback.

Minor injury?

That's not considered an injury.

Qin Yaoguang breathed a sigh of relief.

It would be great if none of our own died.

Then, she gave him a reproachful look and said, "Give orders to everyone to go to the doctor to get medicine to bandage their wounds when they return. Also, submit the list of meritorious service and rewards tonight."

On the battlefield, it is true that even if you are slightly injured, you will not leave the front line.

But for her, since the conditions are there, why should everyone endure the pain and wait for it to heal itself?

"Yes!"

Huyan Jinbao clasped his fists and asked, "Your Highness, how do we deal with those assassins?"

These people came prepared and didn't catch a single person alive.

Even on the body, there were no valuable clues.

"Dig a hole and bury it!"

The dead are the most important. We cannot let them all be exposed in the wilderness to be pecked by birds and eaten by insects.

The most important thing is that corpses will breed bacteria.

Even in the cold winter, we cannot ignore it.

This is right opposite her imperial estate!

Dumping corpses randomly will only pollute the environment. Not to mention scaring children, it's not good for flowers and plants either!

It is better to bury it so that it can be turned into fertilizer and make one last contribution to this world.

Hu Yanjin took the order and left.

Qin Yaoguang took a deep breath and felt extremely tired.

She was much more exhausted than when she was in modern times, after working overtime for a week!

After all, no matter how much overtime you work, you don't have to face so many separations and deaths, and so much suffocating grief in one breath like you are doing now.

In the face of the fact that a loved one has passed away, no matter how many words of comfort you offer, they will be pale and powerless.

"I'll go over and take a look."

She slowly stood up, took Bai Lu's hand, and walked towards the small courtyard where the relocated residents gathered.

"Your Highness, you are of noble status."

Bai Lu advised: "If you have any instructions, why not let me pass them on."

A pale smile appeared on Qin Yaoguang's face: "No need."