C63 Silent

Dark and gloomy clouds covered the sky, and before his eyes was a misty darkness. Bright red lightning flashed across the horizon, lighting up half of the sky in an instant. Thunder rumbled and a strong wind howled.

The torrential rain poured down, the pitter-patter of rain hitting the black oil-paper umbrella. A pair of white and slender fingers gripped the umbrella handle, only revealing an exquisite and perfect chin.

Xuanyuan Chen held onto the umbrella and stood at the height where Xie Qingrong was standing yesterday, directly facing the dam's most fatal break.

The mountain torrent was like a giant beast that had been asleep for a long time, awakened by someone. It surged and roared as it brought with it a torrential flood that covered the sky and covered the earth. It was slowly rolling over from the sky not far away. It was like a magnificent army of thousands of men and horses breaking through the enemy's defenses. It was unstoppable.

Yesterday, when Xie Qingrong went back to the yamen, she looked over the surrounding terrain and terrain of the dike break point and worked out a plan overnight. All the yamen runners went to the dike break point to help him fix her unstable wound.

Xuanyuan Chen watched as the constables, drenched in the rain, placed bags of sand at the entrance of the dike.

However, in the face of the menacing flood, this was just a drop in the bucket.

Success or failure would be decided today.

Lutestre also took off his official's robe, which didn't leave his body at all, and intentionally put on a simple attire, moving the yellow sand with the constables.

It was just that Lutestre was a weak scholar after all, he did not have much strength.

Seeing that it was difficult to move the Lutestre, Xu Ting immediately snatched the yellow sand from his hands and advised the Lutestre: "Master, you should go rest. It's enough as long as we have subordinates here. "

"Xu Ting, let me do my part for this commoner. I wonder what the Nanping City will look like after today. "

Lutestre's voice was a little hoarse, but he still refused Xu Ting, not changing his resolution and perseverance.

It was said that men did not shed tears easily. Xu Ting used his rain-soaked sleeves to wipe his eyes, "Alright."

After today, no one knew what the Nanping City would be like.

But even so, he still wanted to do something for the people on this side.

Lin Mu and Zhangsun Wenxuan carried two bags of yellow sand on their backs, and placed them at the entrance of the dike together.

Fortunately, the first line of defense had already been set up last night and could withstand a flood.

Right at this moment, a group of people approached in a formidable array from afar.

And at the very front of the crowd, a figure holding an azure oil-paper umbrella was striding over. Their steps were light, unhurried and unhurried. If they didn't know that they were at the entrance to the dike, they would have thought that this person was just strolling around.

Xuanyuan Chen had long heard such loud footsteps. It was just that he did not expect A Rong to come as well.

Even if he used an oil-paper umbrella to cover his face, he could still recognize his own A Rong with a single glance.

Last night, he repeatedly reminded A Rong that he was absolutely not to come along with them. He did not expect that A Rong would actually come by himself, bringing such a group of people along, it was unknown what he would do.

Xie Qingrong stood at the very front and faced Xuanyuan Chen. Xuanyuan Chen's expression was somewhat dark, as if he was angry that he did not listen to him.

Xie Qingrong raised her eyebrows, and released the oil paper umbrella. Just as the oil paper umbrella was about to leave her, and the rain was about to fall, Xuanyuan Chen immediately moved his oil paper umbrella over Xie Qingrong's head, to shield her from the wind and rain.

"A Rong, didn't this king tell you not to come? Why did you bring so many people over? " Xuanyuan Chen smoothed out the messy hair on Xie Qingrong's forehead, and his tone carried a bit of blame.

However, Xie Qingrong knew that Xuanyuan Chen wouldn't really blame himself, he was only worried for himself.

However, Xie Qingrong curled her lips and revealed a mysterious smile, "Just wait and see."

Then, she made a gesture.

Some of them were responsible for distributing the sand, while some others were responsible for carrying it onto the back of the strong man. When the strong man carried the sand to the entrance, the rest of the men were responsible for arranging the sand.

Everything was in order. The bailiffs who were moving the sand stopped their movements and looked at these people.

Seeing that, Xuanyuan Chen raised his eyebrow, and laughed: "So it's used like this, it saved me a lot of trouble. This king is kind of looking forward to how many more surprises A Rong will give this king. "

Xie Qingrong's expression was gentle, but her eyes revealed a gentle smile, "Then you have to be more careful, maybe one day, I will give you a surprise."

Xuanyuan Chen looked at Xie Qingrong with a funny expression. Without batting an eyelid, he wrapped his large palm around Xie Qingrong's small hand and the two of them stood at the top of the mountain.

"Speaking of which, I was also standing here yesterday." Xie Qingrong said.

Xuanyuan Chen laughed blandly: "Looks like this king and A Rong really share a mutual understanding. Perhaps, fate has already decided between us."

Xie Qingrong looked at Xuanyuan Chen with rebuke.

With Xie Qingrong's group, the constables instantly felt as if a heavy burden had been lifted, and they spontaneously joined the group, coordinating with the group of people's orderly arrangements.

Lin Mu and Zhangsun Wenxuan were in charge of leading.

Along with the torrential rain, the torrents of water also came crashing down, continuously attacking the first line of defense. The yellow sand in the torrent emitted an earth-shaking sound.

The people closest to the flood only felt their ears explode. They couldn't hear anything, they were deaf.

However, the sand in their hands never stopped moving. This was because they knew they couldn't stop.

Once it stopped, the consequences would be unimaginable.

At this time, no one was in the mood to think about what had happened to their ears. What had happened to the flood in the distance? What had happened to the first line of defense?

They kept repeating the same action until the second line of defense was fully established.

He began his third line of defense.

The flood waters were endless. It kept roaring and roaring, as though it wanted to devour these people. However, these people were fearless.

In the face of a natural disaster, humans were simply too insignificant. However, these people who fought with all their might were just too adorable.

Xie Qingrong and Xuanyuan Chen stood on the high platform, watching this scene, watching the first line of defense being destroyed by the flood. However, the flood never stopped in its tracks and continued to invade.

His eyes were bloodshot, but he remained silent.

Finally, as if being unable to endure it any longer, Xie Qingrong jumped down from the mountain in one big stride, and ran towards the group of people carrying the yellow sand.

The heavy rain wet her hair and her clothes.

She never stopped walking.

Xuanyuan Chen threw away the oil-paper umbrella in his hand. With a tap of his toes, he gently floated to Xie Qingrong's side and continued to run alongside her.

In the misty rain, the interior of the oil-paper umbrella was filled with rain.