Chapter 642

"Go and ask the soldiers to come here," the man said in a low voice, biting the tip of his tongue heavily.

The people next to him took a sneak look at the approaching victims with bowls. They couldn't help but have a little panic in their eyes.

Fortunately, the person in front of him is constantly passing strength to him, the other side's calm is also constantly infecting him, so that he can barely calm down.

Nodding heavily, he took a deep breath, then turned around without hesitation and ran back quickly.

His sudden walk attracted the attention of many victims, and also made their approaching steps pause for a moment.

Acutely aware of this, the man patted the wheel next to him with the barrel of his gun and stressed in a cold voice, "porridge is our master's kindness. I can't bear that you come to Beijing from afar and die outside the capital, but the master's kindness doesn't mean you can do whatever you want!"

"Now, all the people who have received the porridge turn around and step back! Those who haven't received it will line up honestly. If I see someone who doesn't know what to say, this porridge won't have your share! "

His face was condensing, and his fingers holding the barrel of the gun kept tightening, but even so, the sweat in his palm still made the barrel of the gun slip.

Can't let them see! The man constantly stressed in his heart, perhaps because he said more, he also had a lot of courage.

Straightened the chest, his face expressionless and those people look at each other, there is no retreat of weakness.

Gradually, the victims stopped their approaching steps.

"What are you doing?"

The soldiers' shouts came from the side, followed by clear footsteps.

The victims looked at each other, hugged each other's bowls with a faint fragrance, and quickly stepped back.

They want to live!

"Yes! It's safe The man thought to himself.

Hold in the heart of a breath suddenly spread, that person this just a burst of legs soft, stare too long eyes is sour and embarrassed, gently blink, there are tears about to fall.

Rubbing his eyes, the man turned to look at the soldiers who stopped beside him and bowed deeply.

"Thank you for your help," he said with a long sigh and a grateful face.

The soldiers took a look at him, shook their heads disapprovingly, and said, "it's just a small matter. I know you are always kind-hearted, and they are just common people, but anyway, you should be on your guard."

"Sometimes, bad people are not bad people. Impulse and greed are the source of everything."

The man nodded, gave a wry smile, and said, "tomorrow, I will take the guard with me."

Hearing this, the soldiers frowned and looked at him with disapproval.

"They are pitiful, but you can't just give day after day." He said.

The man did not know what the old servant thought. He could only smile vaguely and perfunctorily.

After a deep look at him, the soldiers didn't say anything.

He turned around, sharp eyes in those victims one by one across, raised his voice and scolded, "you are all honest, now there is only one who is willing to give porridge, if you are not honest, you will be hungry tomorrow!"

Such threats are still very useful to the victims.

After experiencing disaster and escaping from famine, what they fear most is hunger and death caused by long-term hunger.

The soldiers still had to guard the gate, but after a while they turned and left.

The man raised his hand and touched his back. His wet clothes were chilly and sticky, but they made him completely awake.

In the Imperial Palace, Song Ci didn't know that some victims had already arrived in the capital. What's more, in his eyes, the disaster had already disappeared, and the people who suffered from the disaster had been well pacified.

"Beauty," Song Ci said in a low voice, holding in her arms a woman whose skin was like congealed fat.

I don't know what he said. The pretty woman kept laughing. There were waves on her chest, and her white fingers were on Song Ci's shoulder.

In the quiet palace, the sound of joking quickly spread out, almost covering the whole capital.

"How much longer?" Zhou ruo'an asked.

What Ling Tianwang put in front of him is the map he recorded in his heart. Every mountain, river, and even every road has the traces he once walked through.

However, he used to look at the map for protection, but now it is for war.

"No more than three days at most," Ling Tianwang said in a firm voice.

Zhou ruo'an scratched his cheek and his eyes were at a loss.

"Why?" She asked, "aren't the victims already in the capital? Isn't that enough? "

Ling Tianwang looked back at her, then shook his head firmly.

"Not enough," Ling Tianwang said, "what I want to do is to completely destroy the image of Song Ci in the hearts of the people, so that he never has a chance to stand up again."His voice was calm, but he did not hide the bloodthirsty and indifference in his eyes.

Zhou ruo'an was not frightened by his attitude. Instead, he touched his eyebrows subconsciously, as if to appease him. Sometimes he just fell in love because of the sharp beauty.

Ling Tianwang caught her disordered fingers and sent them to the edge of the city. She gently touched them, not obviously pricking her skin, leaving tiny invisible red marks.

Zhou ruo'an's eyelashes blinked a little faster. Looking at Ling Tianwang expectantly, she knew that he was about to give an explanation to himself.

Ling Tianwang didn't live up to her expectation. She pulled her into her arms with a little effort.

Holding a soft person in his arms, Ling Tianwang's sharp and vigorous momentum suddenly became soft.

"Although they have experienced natural disasters, they still don't know the truth of man-made disasters."

"I escorted them all the way to the capital. What I wanted was to arouse everyone's dissatisfaction with Song Ci. Now, they haven't done that."

"How do you know that they will go your way?" Zhou ruo'an subconsciously rubbed back, full of dependence, leaning against his back chest, and asked in a low voice.

Ling Tianwang chuckled, and the hot breath from her mouth fell on the tip of her ear, which soon made her white and tender skin a little red.

"Since I can send people to escort them to the capital secretly, naturally I can put people in them."

"Now that they have just arrived in the capital, they have been shut up again. They are just in a panic. They just need to be provoked, and they will immediately rise up."

"Outside the city, so close, I think Song Ci will soon be able to hear the wind."