Pretty State Preceptor Saves the Planet

Earlier.

The solar eclipse has not yet passed, the dazzling white light has not yet crushed blood, the heavy rain is pouring, and the sky and the earth are dark.

Xiao Wei, an official from the Ministry of Civil Affairs, had his hands tied, and walked across the water-logged stone road, moving his heavy legs along with the dead crowd.

The envoys of the Holy Tower searched thatched shacks and houses, tied up people who had been divination with the Son of God and walked towards the altar in groups.

Most of the people in the team are poor people who can't get enough to eat. Life is difficult and death is easy.

Some people resigned to their fate, with numb eyes hanging on their dull faces.There are also people who usually work hard like the thief Feifei and the shirtless porter, twisting their muscles and staring at the ground fiercely.

There are about a hundred of them in a team, and there are at least twenty or thirty middle-aged men who can fight with their fists.The envoy in custody again looked as if his body had been hollowed out by wine and sex.

Perhaps the dark day frightened the holy envoy, the rope was not tied tightly, and once they helped each other, it might be untied.

But no one dared to act rashly.

Guards wearing hideous golden masks walked in the front, middle and back of the team.The stench of corpses on their bodies passed through the rain curtain, and it kept drilling into people's noses.

With the guards around, if this group of people rebelled, they would all be poked into a sieve.

"What are you dawdling in, let's go!"

The envoy of the holy tower tremblingly shouted, aiming at the strange blood cells on the altar from time to time, "The holy master is going to tell Zhao you, what is... the true meaning of the gods!"

Xiao Wei walked in deep silence, Feifei let out a pooh.

"Little boy, it's you again..." The shirtless porter recognized Feifei, grinned, and squeezed to Feifei's side while the envoy didn't notice, "Help me untie the rope, I don't move around, I just... ..."

"Hush..." Xiao Wei stopped the two approaching people in a low voice, and nodded his chin in front of him.

The porter thought the envoy was coming, so he quickly lowered his head.The moment he lowered his head, he suddenly widened his eyes.

The old beggar in front who walked tremblingly and slowed down seemed to have heard what they said. The chicken feet tied behind his back flashed coldly, and the light pierced through the rain, piercing his eyes.

The old beggar has a blade in his hand!

The porter's breath became hot.He felt an unusual breath.

From the angry thief, the calm and silent official lord, and the weird old beggar... It seems that these soaked soaked chickens are not going to the execution ground, but to a battlefield.

Variation protrusions.

In the distance, a big ball that threatened Zhaoge like a bloody sun suddenly swelled, and in the next moment white light shuttled through it like a sharp blade, and its power remained undiminished. It suddenly formed a net and wrapped the blood ball tightly.

The blood cells were squeezed and shrunk by the white light, and the ear-piercing wailing spread across the earth.

The envoy's knees softened, and he knelt down in the street and kowtowed to the altar, "Forgive me, Son of God, forgive me, forgive me..."

Bang!The three guards with golden masks fell heavily into the stagnant water as if they had lost their support, splashing a lot of water.

Are the living dead guards completely dead?

The sky was dark, and the heavy rain fell on the panicked and silent crowd, stirring their hearts.

"The Holy Master is dead! The Son of God ascended the throne!"

A scream came from the street not far away.The holy envoy who kowtowed seemed to have grasped at a life-saving straw, and immediately screamed: "The Son of God is enthroned! Heaven is holy and mighty, blessed forever!"

"Shit!"

The old beggar with a chicken paw hand spouted a word, and a bright light flashed on his hand, and his figure moved through the rain like a ghost, cutting the rope behind the backs of several young and middle-aged men including Xiao Weishen and the porter.

"Take it for fun!" The old beggar picked out a few people after cutting the rope, and took out several small knives as if by magic, and stuffed them into their powerful hands.

Screams resounded through Zhaoge.

The golden-masked guards who were patrolling the martial law all over the city lost their strength at the same time and fell to the ground.

The Feiluan guards who were hiding in all the ranks of the poor moved quickly, and the daggers were slashed, and the throats of several holy envoys who kept shouting "The Son of God ascended the throne" went cold, and they could no longer turn up the water.

"Go back to the alley and guard the alley! The heavenly master is finished, the holy religion is finished! The sky is about to change!"

Fei Luanwei's voice contained internal force and pierced through the rain curtain.

The number of Feiluan guards is limited, and most of them have been ordered to ambush in various places in Dajing.Those who stayed in the city sent another group to lead the soldiers of Yanyun Castle to control the holy tower, the evil-doing noble families, and the Yong'an Palace, without taking care of the people of the whole city.

Zhaoge City was in chaos in an instant, and the darkness was full of dangers.

The moment the guards fell to the ground, the fanatics of Youtian Shengjiao lost their minds, picked up machetes and rushed towards the unarmed poor.

Seeing that the situation was wrong, some speculators who sneaked, raped and played tricks tore off the costumes of the holy tower, and went to the remote and uninhabited alleys wearing only their inner clothes.

There are ferocious fugitives who took advantage of the chaos to make a fortune, taking advantage of the dark sky to rush to the house of a businessman who has no private soldiers but has a surplus of money.

Holding the knife deeply, Xiao Wei cut the ropes on the backs of several people one after another, and shouted: "Come out men! Come out with martial arts skills! Women, children, old and young are in the middle, go into the alley!"

go back!

There are thatched huts, homes, and wives and children who are lucky enough to hide in the alleys!

"Follow me! I know the way!"

"You protect him, there are people hiding there!"

The poor people who were tied up rushed back like a stream, bringing back the news that the guard had fallen to the ground.

The people who have not been liquidated spontaneously formed a team, took up kitchen knives and iron pans, and organized themselves to defend in the alleys, resisting crazy fanatics, private soldiers who broke up and fled, and small villains who took advantage of the chaos and set fire to it.

"Who drags down the guards! My elder brother is inside!" A girl's cry resounded through the darkness.

Most of the imperial guards stationed in Zhaoge City were people who had resisted the Celestial Master and were made into living dead.

Their guns are pointed at the people they want to protect, and they are forced to be stained with the blood of their loved ones. It seems that they will suffer in sin forever.

"Bring back the imperial guards! That ranger 40 years ago!"

The choked old man grabbed the young man's hand, recalling the past lost in time.

Some of the young people who turned back to the alley rushed back into the rain, one after another, they hugged the rotting corpses of the imperial guards wrapped in golden armor, and carried them back to protect them.

The hero's people guard the hero.

The chaos in Zhaoge City continued.

The horseshoes were chaotic, and the royal relatives and nobles who had been left over from the previous dynasty and had troubled relationships gathered to raise troops, and went straight to Yong'an Palace in the name of the Qing emperor's side.

"Here is Shang Fang's sword, and anyone who breaks the law will be shot to death!"

Zhong Zhen, the master of Youyun Castle, flew to snatch the horse, and rode the horse to gallop at the forefront.

The soldiers followed closely behind him, splashed with the blood of the enemy.

The sound of fighting, roaring, shouting.

The chaos came quickly, and a group of people had been prepared to firmly extinguish the disaster in the bud.

The torrential rain gradually weakened and turned into light rain, washing away the blood and dirt.

Suddenly, a glimmer of light descended from the sky.

The light illuminates the rain and the eaves, and illuminates everyone's tired and bewildered faces.

The solar eclipse was over, and the earth emerged from the terrifying darkness, slowly returning to light.

The outline of the sun's flash continued to expand, and the light became more and more dazzling.

The widow in black gauze held a big one in her left hand and carried a small one in her pannier, staggering out of her hiding place with trembling lips.

Countless people knelt and sat on the ground in a daze, even though their eyes hurt and they almost shed tears, they couldn't help but want to look directly at the sun.

"This, this is... daylight, changed..."

"Could it be... Son of God?"

"Don't look, the son of God said don't look at the sky until the black clouds clear!" Zhong Zhen led a few soldiers on horseback and shouted all the way.

"The Son of God is the Son of God sent by heaven, not the Son of God of the Holy Cult. Good times are coming! The Heavenly Master is dead! The Holy Cult of Heaven no longer exists!"

The majestic female general holds a long

With a gun and a human head hanging from his waist, he repeated to everyone along the road: "Amnesty for the world, corrupt officials will be imprisoned! Emperor Shuntian is in charge, and the New Deal is coming!"

A Xuanji Pavilion disciple patiently explained the New Deal:

Emperor Shuntian has an order to abolish the holy canon law, abolish harsh corporal punishment, abolish the crime of gossip, abolish miscellaneous taxes and disorderly taxes, relax the ban on mountains and rivers, and give money and food to every household...

Everyone was skeptical, looking at these unfamiliar soldiers and familiar Xuanji Pavilion disciples in panic, wondering if they should believe their ears.

Suddenly, the crowd became restless.

"what is that!?"

"Look!"

Under the increasingly bright sun, the soldiers pulled the wooden cage prison cart through the streets and alleys.

In the endless prison car, the "royal relatives" who are domineering and devoid of conscience are imprisoned.They grabbed the prison cart and yelled loudly: "Presumptuous!" "Where did you get the bastard?"

A fat official with a pot belly and a mustache on his lips was kneeling in the prison car, looking at the sun in horror, tears streaming down his face: "It's the Son of God, the Son of God is coming...I plead guilty! I plead guilty! Don't kill me!" I!"

A skinny official with sunken cheekbones who will hold a pipe until death, silent in despair, his soul seems to have drifted away.

"Ha, isn't this Mr. Gao Gao and Mr. Wei, the dog censor, who can only build holy shrines!" Some people shouted angrily, "Behead! Behead his head!"

"He ransacked Mr. Fan's house, and even occupied more than [-] households by the Luanqing River! Half the river is full of corpses, poor Mr. Fan even gave us rice grains!"

The stubble-faced old father ran after the prison car, his legs gave way, and he fell to the ground: "The New Deal is really coming? Is it going to be amnesty? I, my wronged eldest son can come out? God, my lord, my son... ...Son of God..."

The successive prison cars stimulated everyone, and people rushed to tell each other: "The emperor's palm is turned! The Son of God is the one sent by God to save Dajing, not the next Heavenly Master!"

"Good days are coming!"

A young man held A Niang's hand, looked at the scene he had never seen in fear, and asked in a low voice, "A Niang... what do we have to do to the Son of God?"

With keen ears, Zhong Zhen jumped off the horse, squeezed out the most kind smile and said: "Little baby, the Son of God doesn't eat people and doesn't want money. He is very beautiful, and he is the most beautiful person in the world. He likes to live a good life. I want everyone to live a happy life together... Don't be afraid, the sky is about to change."

The child endured and endured, and cried out in fright.

The child's mother was also crying. She had been in the rain for too long and her whole body was shaking. She held the child and said tremblingly, "Baby, don't cry, look at the sky."

The shadow of the sun dissipated completely, the rain ceased, and the black clouds faded away.The eclipse is over.

There is no longer a weird bloody sun hanging in the sky, nor is there a red mist that makes people feel restless.

Clear sky.

The man chasing the prison car, the man guarding the alley to protect the body of the guard, the grinning porter, Xiao Weishen who was wheezing and wheezing, Fei Fei who was saving people everywhere...

Disciples of Xuanji Pavilion who walk around the streets to rescue the wounded, soldiers of Youyun Castle who run around to appease the people, Feiluan guards who are covered in blood to deal with pickles...

Pei Xiuyi, who didn't close his eyes for several days and nights, dispatched disciples from the main altar and sub-altars in various places; Zhong Zhen, who led the troops south without hesitation, listened to Xie Huai'an flicking his sword and talking about the blue sky since he was a child, and every time he choked out a word of disbelief... …

Almost at the same time, everyone noticed the change in the sky and raised their heads.

Depressed cries resounded in Zhaoge City.

Everyone was smiling, and everyone was red-eyed.

The author has something to say: Small Theater =ω=

[if line: jelly slime has turned into Huaian cub]

Tuanzi Guoshi Huai'an made up his mind to dawdle for three more days, just not jumping on the table.

Hong Yao frowned slightly, took a spoon and poured sweet soup for the dumpling.

"Sir... are you sure you need to eat like this?"

"Why is it sweet soup again? I've fallen, why don't I have some fish soup?"

After Tuanzi Huai'an finished speaking confidently, he immediately sobbed and pretended to be pitiful.

But his white Q bomb body reveals that he is in a good mood, which is still a fake cry.

Hong Yao crushed the spoon with his bare hands, and said with a smile, "You want to eat fish again? Why don't you let me take a sip of the taste of Mr. now?"After that, it turned powdery, white, changed back to its original shape, ripened, softened, and melted.

[This process omits [-] words]

thanks:

Little angel, I'm hungry again, the long-standing reward: Throw 1 grenade;

The little angel who threw the mine: Lanshou 3; Shu and Qingheng also have 1 duck today;

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Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!