Back Off, Let Me Come

This turn of events was unexpected by the four people present.

Shen Tang was so frightened that he didn't dare to breathe, and stretched out the fingers of his right hand pitifully. This index finger was bitten by the little green dragon. The latter had the perseverance to "stick to the green mountains and never let go". He was so stubborn! Then the violent golden dragon suddenly appeared and slapped him with his claws, making him unable to move.

The golden dragon breathes out, and its breath is filled with the brilliance of luck.

Compared with the small blue dragon whose scales were not pure in color, this golden dragon was not only several sizes larger in size, but the color of its scales was even more translucent and dazzling, like a beautiful object that was ingeniously crafted and favored by the Creator. There are also mysterious dark patterns visible to the naked eye on the dragon scales.

The dragon's body wandered away, and its head came close to the little green dragon under its claws. Although this scene was silent, it brought an invisible pressure to the three people present. The threat and malice of the golden dragon towards the little green dragon almost came to their faces with the surging air of heaven and earth around them.

Shen Tang looked at the golden dragon wrapped around her arm, and inexplicably felt that these two strange creatures were having some kind of communication that only they could understand. The Q version of the large golden dragon and the Q version of the small green dragon, and the chat between the two dragons also appeared in her mind. Frame is fighting with words.

[Q Version Large Golden Dragon]: Let go of your mouth!

[Q Version Trumpet Qinglong]: No! Who are you? Are you talking to me like this? Is it amazing that you are so big? ? ?

[Q version of large golden dragon]: Looking for death (╰_╯) # !

[Q Version Trumpet Qinglong]: If you don’t let go, you won’t let go!

Negotiations between the two dragons failed, and the golden dragon roared angrily, preparing to slap the little green dragon who didn't know whether to live or die to death. Little Green Dragon is not to be outdone. We are all dragons, why should we listen to your Golden Dragon's command? This Qinglong will fight your Golden Dragon for three hundred rounds!

So the two dragons fought together.

You breathe fire, I spit water.

You blow the wind, I rain.

Finally, he flew up to the sky.

The two dragons returned to their original forms, and their bodies were circling larger than the entire Xiao City. When the rebels outside the city saw the two dragons fighting, they all raised their heads to watch the show, forgetting what they should do for a moment. War can be fought at any time, but it is not often that two dragons fight.

Biubiubi——

Boom boom boom boom——

Hua Hua Hua——

Within a few breaths, Shen Tang was already wandering around the world, thinking about several versions of the two dragons fighting. This gave her endless inspiration for painting. She wanted to get rid of the little green dragon biting her finger immediately, pick up the brush and paint the earth-shattering scene!

If published, it will definitely be the best-selling picture book in the market!

But the fact is-

The violent golden dragon's eyes flashed with a fierce look, and he slapped the little green dragon away impatiently. The dragon's tail twisted around, wrapping around Shen Tang's five fingers. The dragon's claws hugged the index finger, and the dragon's head rested on it. A few actions vividly interpret the word "possessiveness".

The little green dragon was knocked away and rolled several times on the table. It was so frightened that it slipped behind the seal body of the national seal. After a while, seeing that the golden dragon was not chasing after it, it cautiously poked out the dragon's head. Seeing the golden dragon's movements, even the slightly upturned dragon's whiskers drooped down.

Chu Yao: "..."

Qishan: "..."

Gong Shuwu: "..."

Why do they see the words "grievance" and "accusation" in the spirit of the national seal, as if they are really living dragons?

A long while passed and no one spoke.

"Which one of you can say something? What is going on now?" Shen Tang touched the empty Dan Mansion and complained, "It has been so many years since the Thief Star came to the world, but the previous kings have not compiled a 'Guidelines for the Use of the Imperial Seal' Will the things benefit future generations?"

She urgently needs a copy now and spends a lot of money to buy it!

Qishan just woke up from a dream. In order to cover up his embarrassment, he coughed twice and said: "No need, the purpose has been achieved..."

Still overfulfilled and even got into trouble.

Originally, they were just planning to "wake up" the Xin Kingdom's national seal. As long as the animal button on the national seal, that is, the little green dragon, "wakes up" and moves, the dragon master of the land under his feet will receive the news. But I never expected that Shen Tang’s national seal would also “wake up”!

The matter has come to this, and there is no point in regretting it.

What he is even more confused about is another matter - there is a competitive relationship between the national seals that devour each other. The whole process is very long. It is possible that the victorious country will be destroyed. The national seals are not completely integrated, and are separated by the competing forces of various princes.

The national seal of Shen Xiaolangjun is very unfriendly to the national seal of Xin State, but it has no intention of swallowing and merging, which is inconsistent with what he knows.

"Already ready? That's great."

Shen Tang breathed a sigh of relief.

At the same time, he looked at the golden dragon in his hand with complicated eyes. Based on the situation of the little green dragon, it can be known that the golden dragon is the so-called "spirit of the national seal". The golden dragon came out of the "Mother's Sword". In other words - this sword is the national seal?

Or is the national seal hidden in the sword?

No wonder I can't find the national seal no matter how hard I look.

Qishan said: "You can take it back."

This is not only said to Shen Tang, but also to Gong Shuwu - the national seal is too hot, and it is better not to reveal it easily before you have a certain foundation.

Gong Shuwu nodded, and waved a force of martial energy from his palm to re-wrap the national seal. The little green dragon flew up to the seal body reluctantly, and resumed the hovering posture that everyone had seen. The dragon's eyes slowly closed. When the national seal is compatible with the martial spirit, it will turn into the brave tiger talisman again.

"oh!"

Shen Tang also tried to regain his temper.

The golden dragon seemed to feel something, and slowly swam back to the hilt of the sword, matching the dragon carved on the hilt. As the two dragons left, the rich and suffocating aura of heaven and earth in the room gradually became thinner and slowly dissipated, as if the "farce" just now was everyone's hallucination.

Pray for kindness and bow to Gongshu Wu.

Gong Shuwu pursed his thick lips tightly and snorted in displeasure, but his eyebrows relaxed and his expression showed no anger. It was obvious that he had accepted Qi Shan's apology. As for why I’m apologizing——

Hahaha.

If it was just to alarm Zheng Qiao, the national seal in Shen Tang's hand could do it, and it was not necessary to ask Gong Shuwu for help. But Qi Shan still did it for three purposes.

First, to test whether Gong Shuwu really has the national seal on his body, Qi Shan's speculation is ultimately not as convincing as seeing it with his own eyes.

Second, transfer risks. If unfortunately something goes wrong, Gong Shuwu will be the first to bear the blame, not Shen Tang, to ensure Shen Tang's safety, but Qi Shan did not expect that the two national seals would be exposed at once.

Third, test Gong Shuwu’s bottom line.

Today he is willing to lend the national seal of Xin to the people of Xiaocheng; in the future, he may donate the national seal for similar reasons. Because Gong Shuwu had no ambition to seize the national seal and establish his own business! Then it would be reasonable to choose an assistant in the future.

Qi Shan is testing how big this possibility is.

Gong Shuwu may not have expected to go so far, but his intuition told him that scribes and planners know better than profiteers that "you can't start early without profit". Their every move, word and deed hides big pitfalls that are hard to guard against! In any case, be vigilant and you won’t suffer.

Shen Tang turned over and looked at his right hand.

Asked: "Zheng Qiao should have received the news by now, right?"

Chu Yao smiled and said: "Absolutely."

As for when to send troops here...

This is completely out of their control.

But Chu Yao didn't know yet that there was far more than this that was beyond their control. The moment the golden dragon appeared, a giant dragon phantom formed by the condensed energy of heaven and earth appeared above Xiaocheng. The dragon shadow wanders among the clouds, stirring up the energy of the nearby heaven and earth.

Literary scholars and brave warriors for hundreds of miles around were alarmed, and some raised their heads to look at the sky, walked out of their houses, or opened their windows. No matter how far away or close you are, you can clearly see the shadow of the dragon that seems to be thousands of feet tall. The dragon's scales are golden and its eyes are scarlet.

When they looked into Long Mu's eyes, an inexplicable chill and ferociousness surged into their hearts, deeply imprinted in their bodies, and they couldn't recover for a long time.

When I regained consciousness and looked again, there was nothing in the sky.

The strange thing is that ordinary people can't see it.

At this moment, the rebel main tent was brightly lit with candles.

From time to time, the candles made a beeping and popping sound.

The old general's face was solemn, and his pair of copper-belled tiger eyes occasionally glanced at the staff envoy who was concentrating with his eyes closed. This staff envoy was a confidant of King Pig. Even if he encountered him after many years of fighting in the south and north, he would retreat from the place where he could shoot, not daring to compete with him.

At this time, the staff messenger looked pale.

There was a trace of scarlet hanging from the corner of his mouth, his clothes were stained with blood, and his breath was as weak as a candle in the wind, as if he would die in the next second. This scene should start from just now - even the old general couldn't help but tremble in his heart when he thought of the aura of the golden dragon.

The moment the dragon shadow appeared, the two of them realized that this was not the national seal of Xin State, but an unknown and strange national seal!

Plus the national seal of Xin State, it’s two pieces!

This realization made the two of them beat like drums and they couldn't calm down!

The staff envoy activated the "Scribe's Way" to find out. Unexpectedly, he was careless and was directly vomited blood. His complexion declined visibly to the naked eye. The old general paced anxiously, he did not want his staff to die on his own territory.

If he can get two pieces of the national seal, King Pig will naturally not pursue it, but if he doesn't get even one piece, King Pig's temper will definitely destroy his three clans and satisfy their hatred! Fortunately, God seemed to hear his voice, and the staff member opened his eyes weakly.

Although he looked weak, his eyes were brighter and smoother than before, and the laughter that overflowed from his throat was getting stronger. Outside the tent, the young man who was about to report the news frowned. As he turned around to leave, his adoptive father's call came from inside the tent.

"A Nian, come in!"

"Father!"

The young man met the old general and greeted the envoys of his staff.

When the staff envoy came up, he asked others how they were doing.

The young man's face was slightly green: "Still looking. When the people around me heard about the war, they ran away for a long time. They couldn't get together for a while."

The staff messenger said: "This matter needs to be done as soon as possible!"

The young man looked at the envoy in confusion: "The siege of Xiaocheng was not accomplished in three or five days. Our army has sufficient food and grass and can fully afford it... It is not too late to wait for three to five days. Please give the envoy more time, and the end will be as soon as possible. Urge your men to go find the people..."

Staff messenger: "Can't delay, as soon as possible."

The existence of Long Ying made him realize that something was wrong.

They were worried that Zheng Qiao would send troops, and they were also worried that other warlords who saw Long Ying would interfere. The national seal is the foundation of the founding of the country. Without the national seal, it means that the established forces have no solid foundation and may be annexed by other countries' forces at any time.

He knew that the young man was deliberately violating the rules and delaying time, so he wanted to give him a few blows and put some pressure on him. The young man was extremely unhappy inside, but on his face he could only accept the order. He had suppressed his anger and was preparing to order hundreds of soldiers and horses to go out and get some fresh air.

He met his adopted brother with a proud face.

Adopted brother: "Where are you going to lead your troops this evening?"

The young man said: "Looking for someone for the envoy."

The sworn brother suddenly smiled proudly: "Such a small matter, you still need to make a special trip? In order to apologize to you, I have already found someone to do it for you. It's just that the people under my command are not important, and I don't know how many people there are. A living one... However, they don't live long anyway, so they can be used dead or alive..."

Before he finished speaking, the young man's expression suddenly changed, he tightened the reins and turned the horse's head. Being so ignored by the young man, the young sworn brother looked at the horse's butt that was going away, laughed suddenly, and slapped his thigh with a smile.

He said to the officer next to him: "Have you seen the expression on that barbarian? Hahaha! He has done dirty and smelly things. He deserves to be skinned and sent to hell, and he is here to pretend to be a saint! Bah!"

The young man ignored the arrogant laughter floating in the wind.

He rode all the way to his camp.

Before he even got close, he could smell the strong smell of blood wafting in the wind.

The young man got off his horse.

More than two hundred people, old and young, men and women, were like livestock, with their necks and hands tied with a hemp rope, huddled and paralyzed in the open space. The blood gathered into a scarlet "stream", spreading and crawling to his feet like a small snake.

No need to see with eyes, just feel with breath.

Half of the more than two hundred people were not breathing.

Some of the limbs are missing, or the body is covered with whip marks.

The elder's hair is silver-white, while the younger one is still in his infancy.

The charcoal fire in the camp glowed with orange light, and the scene in front of me seemed to gradually overlap with a certain scene in my memory. The shadow of a pottery urn appeared in the empty place. Under the pottery urn, there was a red charcoal fire, and the soup was boiling. They are cries and groans of pain.

The young man held his head in pain.

He took a step back and bumped into the concerned subordinate officer who came forward. He suddenly came to his senses and the shadow of the clay pot holding the fire disappeared.

The subordinate officer asked him in a low voice: "Major General, what should we do with these people?"

The young man stabilized his mind, tensed the muscles on his face, and said with a cold expression: "The living ones will be imprisoned in one place, and the dead ones will be sent to prison."

The subordinate officer holds his fists and accepts the order.

No matter how much I sympathize with these people, I can only sigh.

I don’t know how these people were treated when they were captured. Almost none of them were good, and they suffered heavy casualties. Judging from the costumes, they should all be people fleeing from Xiaocheng or nearby villages. Leaving home to find a way out, who knows that death may still be inevitable.

The subordinate officer knew the Major General's temper and specifically told the soldiers to "be gentle" and not to get into trouble with the Major General at this time.

The corpses were cleaned out one by one, with blood dripping all the way.

Soon, it was the turn of a stocky and fat male corpse.

The soldier in charge of cleaning up muttered "strange".

In today's world, most people are on the thin side. It is normal to be so thin that only a handful of bones and flesh are left. There are few people as stocky and strong as that man. One person couldn't move it, so he called another one.

One raised his head and the other raised his feet, preparing to work together.

result--

A burst of force came from beside him.

The soldier was pushed to the ground with an ouch.

The body fell to the ground.

"Don't touch him!" A cry like a hoarse cry from the young man's mouth came out from the mouth of the young man. He leaned on the male corpse, holding the male corpse in one hand, and kept waving the other hand to drive away the soldiers, shouting, "Get out - everyone get out open ah!"

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The update was stuck today. It was supposed to be in advance, but my mother came to chat for a long time and it was late again. The end of the chapter should stop at the point where two soldiers are moving a corpse, but because there was a section missing when copying, my hands were shaking when I was filling it in and I had to press it twice (the red axis is sensitive to triggering, and with a laggy computer, it tastes sour, but fortunately It’s the last paragraph. If the whole text is repeated three times, then I have to stay up all night to revise it...), so the last paragraph is repeated, so I can only add the same number of words (it ruined my fragment, sorry!)

PS: The one who died was the butcher, and the boy was the chubby little boy Tu Rong.