Come on, Master "General Attack"

Wei Zonggong was placed under house arrest.

Just when he thought about it and finally decided to talk to Qi Jun, so when he wanted to go to the appointment, he was blocked mercilessly.

The person wearing the uniform robe of the city lord's mansion, the displeasure on his face was almost materialized, and he almost wrote #并想想着自己去，真实孩愚民#

The corner of his mouth twitched, Wei Zonggong could actually use force to force his way out, but he still wanted to communicate, "I am a guest invited by your city lord..."

"Master Wei has an order," the man said with a straight face, "no one is allowed to go out."

Master Wei, peat!

Wei Zonggong didn't want to complain about this title anymore.

He knew that wherever there is a Scrophulariaceae boss...you have to take care of your own three views!

Otherwise, it is possible to be like these people at any time...

Totally brainwashed!

"City Lord, help!"

"The city lord is merciful..."

Wei Zonggong poked his head over, only to find that there were people kneeling on the floor in front of the City Lord's Mansion.

Among the dirty ones, there are dying old people, sluggish men, and women holding young children.Dirty blood flowed from their mouths and noses, but they just kowtowed and knelt down.

"City Lord, please save us..."

They wailed indifferently, the sound was very scary, Wei Zonggong felt cold in his heart, but he also knew that he couldn't stop anything, so he turned his head away.

The woman kneeling at the front suddenly straightened up. The baby in her arms was already out of breath, but she refused to let go, just crying and begging over and over again.

"City Lord, City Lord..."

They have regarded that person as faith.

Wei Zonggong couldn't bear to watch anymore, but he didn't try to stop their meaningless behavior.

Silently muttering 'feudal superstition kills people' in my heart, I also hope that the magic stick will come out quickly, even if it's just...to comfort them.

Finally, the voice without sadness or joy sounded, "This is destiny."

The man in a snow-white robe stood on a high place, looking down at them, seemingly compassionate and ruthless.

His silver-white hair hangs down, making him cold as ice and arrogant as a fairy.

Wei Zonggong frowned almost instantly.

Destiny?Oh, it's harsh.

"You would like to stay," he stepped down from the height step by step, his flawless robe was stained with blood on the ground, but he didn't notice it, looking at the woman closest to him, "do my sword."

The lifeless woman opened her eyes wide, showing a bit of terror.However, her expression was peaceful, pious, and she kowtowed heavily, "Thank you, City Lord."

The man nodded expressionlessly, and two servants in uniform robes appeared behind him, wrapped the woman in a huge white cloth, and threw the dead baby on the ground.

The woman let them move, her eyes were wild, but she didn't even look at the child she regarded as a treasure just now. Under the jealous eyes of others, she was brought in by them as if they were handling goods.

"Destiny came to Lingsu City," he said again, his voice was slightly hoarse, but his tone of neither sadness nor joy cast a layer of mystery on him, "Evil things will disappear by themselves."

After saying this, a puff of smoke drifted in, and he disappeared again.

Everyone kneeling on the ground kowtowed in reverence and fear.

Wei Zonggong twitched his lips and looked at an inconspicuous pillar on one side.

Well, he just saw a certain magic stick take advantage of the smoke to hide in at an extremely fast speed, and then created the illusion that the figure disappeared.

Turning to look at the people at the door, although they are still dying, their eyes are no longer dead, it seems that because they have hope, they burst into a little spirit.

Wei Zonggong turned his head away, his expression unclear.

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After noon, the temperature of the sun still lingers in the air.

Qi Jun came to the appointed booth and saw the man as expected.

It also means...

Qi Jun's expression softened a little.

Sure enough... Bai Wenmo's madness was not without results.

Take him back, and Bai Wenmo will no longer torture himself...

"Scrophulariaceae."

When I got closer, I found that the table in the center of the gazebo was full of exquisite meals.

The man smiled at him, picked up the jug, and poured two glasses of wine.

Qi Jun looked a little hesitant.

"Brother Qi." The man seemed very happy to see him, his eyes were full of smiles, "Sit down."

This title made Qi Jun's expression a bit complicated, but he still sat opposite him.

"You don't want to go back with me." Qi Jun's voice was very soft.

The man drank the wine in the glass alone, and then filled another glass for himself.

Qi Jun didn't stop him, but she didn't intend to drink with him either.

"Back then, if Brother Qi hadn't been there," the man seemed to be lost in memory, the corners of his mouth curled up slightly, and even those eyes seemed to have let go of his guard, "I wouldn't be able to live now."

Although Qi Jun tried his best to suppress it, there was a little wavering in his eyes.

"Brother Qi, do you know why I have been reluctant to accept Bai Wenmo for so long." The man's face turned a little red from drinking.

He gently grabbed Qi Jun's hand and whispered extremely ambiguously, "I can't let brother Qi go these years."

Qi Jun withdrew her hand almost as if it was scalding.

The man drank another glass of wine, and did not look at Qi Jun's expression at this time, "If Brother Qi persuades me," he pursed his lips, showing a somewhat bitter smile, "Of course I can't let Brother Qi down."

Qi Jun opened her eyes wide, stood up abruptly, turned around and was about to leave.

The man grabbed his sleeve, "Don't go."

Qi Jun looked down, that face overlapped with Zhu Li's proton, who had been obediently relying on him.

"I shouldn't have said these things," he lowered his eyes but didn't let go of his hands. "Brother Qi, forget about it."

As if wanting to dispel the atmosphere at this time, he forced himself to laugh, "Brother Qi," he picked up Qi Jun's wine glass, raised his head and drank it, and then looked at him, "This wine is delicious."

Qi Jun's rationality was telling him to leave, but in his heart he was unwilling, and sat down again deceiving himself.

The gesture seemed to cheer the man up.

He narrowed his eyes, smiled brightly, and poured two more glasses of wine.

"Brother Qi," he toasted to him, smiling so beautifully that he was in a trance, "I respect your loyalty, and I respect Bai Wenmo and I..." After a pause, he smiled, "We love each other."