Cloud God is not God

Qi Jingqian looked at the refugees outside, suffering from hunger and cold. For the first 20 years of his life, he grew up under the protection of his father's wings, and in the past few years he was protected so well that he thought this was still a peaceful and prosperous age. You can return to the temple and sway your ambitions.But everything outside was reminding him that he couldn't go on like this.

The country is disintegrated and the people are displaced. There must be someone to end all this.Father has been obsessed with power all his life, but this world is no longer what it used to be.The wind in Kyoto cannot blow to Xizhou, let alone southern Xinjiang.If he hadn't acted rashly at the beginning, perhaps the situation today would be different.

He sighed, and looked down at the person sleeping on his lap, with a resolute and resolute face, without anger and majesty, this kind of majesty was obtained through long-term experience in the battlefield.This person lived in Kyoto before the age of 15, and galloped in the northwest battlefield after the age of 15.He suddenly envied him a little.

Suddenly, King Yi opened his eyes, and they met each other.Qi Jingqian turned his head away, until now he didn't really want to meet his eyes.

King Yi suddenly smiled and said, "Could it be that Uncle Huang has flowers on his face, which Qian'er likes so much."

Qi Jingqian turned his head and gave this person a blank look.This person is good at everything but his mouth is too short.

Yi Wang suddenly stretched out his left hand, stroked Jing Qian's neck, pulled his head down, and put his lips together. The next moment, Jing Qian pushed Yi Wang away as if he had been electrocuted, and rolled to the corner of the car, angrily Looking at King Yi.

"You, you are shameless!"

Yi Wang raised his thumb and stroked his lips, and said, "Well, the taste is not bad."

Immediately afterwards, he leaned forward again, stared at Qi Jingqian and said, "Qian'er, this is charging some interest. If Qian'er is not good, I don't mind charging more.

Seeing this man's ruffian look, Jing Qian couldn't help feeling angry, and said, "There are many beauties in the imperial uncle's mansion in Jingdu, and I hope the emperor will take care of himself."

As soon as this remark came out, Jing Qian felt a little regretful again, it tasted a bit like jealousy...

Sure enough, King Yi's eyes lit up, and he burst out laughing. "It turns out that Qian'er cares about these things, then I understand."

After Yi Wang finished speaking, he turned and got out of the carriage. "Come on, prepare paper and ink!"

……

Wuyong followed the official road and was in the front again, followed by Shuangcheng and Jing Heng, followed by the soldiers of the Xiaozi Battalion, all of them held their breath in deep voices, with solemn expressions in cold light and iron clothes.

The people lowered their heads and looked sideways, looking at the person walking in front.At this moment, a person stared at Wuyong with resentment in his eyes.

Suddenly he grabbed the sand on the ground and threw it at Wuyong, hitting Wuyong's knee.

Cursed: "You bastard, you dare to come back, you killed my wife, and my son died. How dare you come back!"

The person next to him hurriedly grabbed him, and said in a low voice: "You are looking for death, don't you see that Xiao Ziying is following him?"

The military discipline of Xiaoziying is strict, and those who violate it will be executed!

Unexpectedly, the man seemed to be stimulated by hearing it, because he used to be from Xiaoziying, "Do you know who that person is, he is the Holy Linjun who has brought disaster to the country and the people!"

As soon as the words "Sheng Linjun" came out, the crowd exploded, and even the soldiers of the Xiaozi Battalion clenched their spears tightly.

"Damn him!"

"Let him die!"

"He's dead, God will appease his anger!"

"Kill him, kill him, avenge our family."

……

The common people rushed to the official road one after another, staring at the man in gray with hatred, with vicious eyes, wishing to pounce on him and tear off a piece of his flesh.But they still didn't dare to go forward, they grabbed things casually and threw them at Wu Yong.

The little girl beside Wuyong trembled in fright.

Seeing this, Shuangcheng rushed to Wuyong's side, trying to protect him, but Wuyong stuffed the little girl into his arms, pushed her hand, and Shuangcheng flew in the direction of King Xiaoheng.Jing Heng took advantage of the situation to catch them.

When stones, sticks, and even hoes, sickles, and scissors all over the sky attacked Wuyong, Wuyong held Xi'er behind him in his arms, showing no intention of resisting.

Those things hit his back, face, legs, and knees, but Xi'er was not hit at all.

Several men in the crowd, seeing that Wuyong didn't respond, rushed up one after another, picked up the stick on the ground, and swung it like his knee.

"You damn disaster star! Shit Sheng Linjun, you are a disaster star!"

"Kneel down for me, look, you are responsible for everything today!"

"It's all your fault! You still have the face to stand!!"

……

Someone behind picked up the stick and threw it at Wuyong's lap and knee.

Shuangcheng looked at the crazy crowd, and the man in the crowd kept his head slightly down, standing there, letting them beat him.It's like feeling no pain.

But he is human, how can he not hurt!

Shuangcheng wanted to rush over again, but was pulled tightly by King Xiaoheng. He could only shout: "Stop, you all stop!"

But no one paid attention to him, including the generals behind him, their faces were full of joy.

Those people's sticks were all broken, seeing that Wuyong didn't have the slightest intention to bend his knees and kneel down.

Someone picked up a hoe and threw it on his head.

With a bang, the wooden stick of the hoe broke, and the hoe fell to the ground. A stream of blood gushed out from Wuyong's forehead. The blood flowed down the eyebrows, eyes, nose, lips, and chin, and finally flowed onto Xi'er's face. .

Xi'er raised her head and looked at that face.

At the beginning, it was drop by drop, and in the end, blood gushed like a fountain.

The man took a few steps back in fright, and dropped the hoe handle in his hand: "It's not me, it's not me."

Wu Yong raised his head and looked at him, his world was a blood red at the moment.His pupils began to turn red, his hair began to flutter, and his body exuded a terrifying dead air.

The crowded crowd retreated one after another.

At this time, Xi'er in Wuyong's arms grabbed the clothes on Wuyong's chest.

As soon as Wuyong lowered his head, he saw Xi'er whose face was covered with blood, and saw the look of fear in his eyes.

Wuyong hurriedly wiped off the blood on Xi'er's face with his sleeve, for fear of missing a little bit, his Xi'er is so clean and innocent, at this moment there is a red luan mole looming between Wuyong's forehead.

But even so, Wuyong remained silent.

At this time, a person with black clothes and white hair came from the crowd, staring at Wuyong.He was accompanied by a woman, charming and lovely.

Holding a long sword in his hand, the man said, "It turns out that you are Sheng Linjun!"

As soon as these words came out, Wuyong's body trembled for a while, and he slowly raised his head.Eyes wide open, pupils dilated.In the blood, he saw the person he had been thinking about day and night.

King Xiaojing and Shuangcheng in the distance also saw this person, they were so shocked that they forgot how to react!

"Heh, I didn't expect to have such a harvest today, let me take your life and go with my father to receive the reward!"

The silver-haired man in black clothes, Ruifeng's eyes narrowed slightly, the corners of his mouth curled up, revealing a wicked smile, the next moment he drew out the sword in his hand, and stabbed at Wuyong, pointing only at the heart, fast and ruthless!

But Wuyong just looked at him like this, looking at his face, his eyebrows, his eyes, his nose, his lips, and even every strand of his hair, Wuyong wanted to take a good look at it, for fear of missing it a little.

Seeing that the sword was about to stab Wuyong's heart, the silver-haired man felt a little displeased when he saw Wuyong looking at him with strange eyes. This person's eyes made him very uncomfortable, and his heart also rose inexplicably.

Suddenly, his hand slipped, and a sword pierced into Wuyong's chest, missing his heart by an inch.