Endless darkness shrouded on this earth, and the faint light of stars and fireflies in the jungle were among the few bright colors in this world.

The night was foggy, like a thin veil covering a grayish-white city.

In the middle of the city, a graceful sculpture stands, and you can see it as soon as you step into the city and look up.

In the darkness, she exudes a unique night moonlight, her white and holy face will make everyone who enters this city involuntarily hold their breath.

The sculpture is lifelike, like the goddess Siye wearing a garland that intertwined the moon and the fog. Her tempting and irritating figure is even more fascinating when hidden in this haze.

But even though he is a stunning beauty, the people in the city dare not have much blasphemy.

She is the ruler of the city.

It is not a symbol of beauty, belief, freedom, etc., but it often represents killing and war.

People call her Valkyrie, who tamed this barbaric, chaotic land in just one year.

This city and its surrounding territories finally have a slight order and a formal law.

...

The people guarding the city were a little casual, and they turned a blind eye to anyone entering the city, including some ragged beggars, pouring in groups.

Zhu Minglang wandered at the city gate for a long time. After seeing this group of beggars, he decisively inserted it and successfully entered Yongcheng.

These beggars fled from some city-state, and they couldn't understand the word Zhu Minglang. When they saw the hazy Valkyrie sculpture, they were stunned and stayed there for several seconds before leaving dejectedly.

They were originally from the Songlin tribe and owned their own Wuzhai City. Although the land was not vast, they were also considered a major force on this land.

A year ago, their Wuzhai City was destroyed, and the corpses of the rulers were neatly placed on the streets. The villagers of Wuzhai City had no protection, half became slaves, and half became homeless refugees. As a result, they traveled to several cities and finally arrived at the territory of the culprit.

It's ridiculous. In just one year, the idea of ​​reviving hatred has been sleeping in the open and has been destroyed by the inability to eat without filling the stomach.

I only hope that there is a wall, not being chased by wild beasts, corpses and wilderness, I only hope that there is a dirty street curled up and survive, even if the tall city walls and long streets belong to the Valkyrie who destroyed their Five Villages.

"If you have some porridge, go to the back street." A buck-toothed man in a military uniform came over and said coldly to the group of vagabonds who were like cockroaches and rats.

"This official, I am from Sang Town. On the way to send silk to the city lord's mansion, I encountered some bandits. The money and the silk that I planned to pay to the city lord were robbed. I ended up like this. Can you please notify Uncle Wang of Sang Town and ask him to pick me up?" Zhu Minglang walked up to him and said politely.

"Stay away from me. If you don't drink porridge and starve to death, you will be far away from this long street. If the female city lord sees this dirty picture, I will lose my head." The buck-toothed officer and soldier ignored Zhu Mingtong's words and scolded him.

Zhu Minglang had no choice but to avoid it. At this time, a group of refugees heard the shouts of Shizhu and rushed to the back streets. Zhu Mingtong was almost carried away.

The back street is very dilapidated, far from the long street. There are not many houses with wood and mud intact. It looks messy at first glance. When you walk into this place, it seems that the breath of fireworks in the world has disappeared all of a sudden, and the only thing that lingers is withering and dilapidated.

It’s not a lie to give porridge. When I arrived at the innermost wooden yard on the back street, a city lord and maid wearing a water-blue long skirt was giving porridge.

She smiled kindly and did not dislike these wanderers covered with lice. Even though her white and tender hands were rubbed, she still handed them one bowl after another.

Zhu Minglang was also hungry. When he encountered such a thing, he could only follow the customs and accept other people's alms.

"Dongdongdongdongdongdongdongdong..."

But not long after, the refugee beggars fell down one by one, either tilting their heads to the ground or falling forward straight.

Some wanderers who were still awake were so scared that they wanted to run away when they saw this scene, but before they could take a few steps, they suddenly twitched and spit out white foam.

Zhu Minglang was also stupid.

No way!

I heard that some ruthless city-state rulers, in order to make the entire city look prosperous and holy, regularly give alms to those homeless people, refugees, beggars, etc., poison them to death and throw them all out of the city and buried them together.

Just like dealing with mice in the gutter...

When Zhu Minglang thought of his ending like this, he was absolutely unwilling to accept it.

Moreover, when he is dead, who will raise the little guy? He has to eat so many mulberry leaves every day!

"Dong!Dong!Dong!!!"

The refugees fell down one by one, and it was obvious that their wide eyes were filled with resentment and resentment, but this land has always been so cruel that some rulers can not only take away other people's homes because of an offensive word, but also deprive these people of their lives for the sake of their appearance?

Without refugees who belong to the city, there is no difference between them and the rats on the bustling streets of others. Even if they abandon all their dignity and survive hard, they will not end up in the end.

Zhu Minglang began to feel dizzy.

He is a serious man from Yongcheng, a hardworking mulberry farmer and an honest silkworm merchant who pays taxes on time and takes the initiative to pay tribute.

If those people were rats, they would die after taking rat poison. After all, they were a loyal scalper, but they accidentally ate the poison from their yard... I will save my life!

Zhu Minglang had no time to prove his identity. At this time, several officers and soldiers holding sacks walked out of the courtyard, with Leng Yue Long Swords tied around his waist.

He tried hard to stay awake.

In the end, Zhu Minglang still couldn't escape the medicinal power of these "rat poisons" and fell down staggeringly.

The moment I lost consciousness, I saw a pair of jade feet, walking on lotus steps, and walking gracefully from the depths of the courtyard...

Zhu Minglang tried very hard to see the master of Yuzu, but he had completely lost consciousness.

In the dream of thinking that the medicine attacks the brain and the chaos, the jade foot and the sculpture of the Nine City Valkyrie are combined together, becoming a vivid and lifelike beauty, charming and graceful, with a flushed face approaching.

...

The dream is like spring, Zhu Minglang feels that God has not treated him badly, and gave himself a erotic dream before his head landed.

He dreamed of the graceful and gentle sculpture in the city coming alive, slowly crawling towards himself under the dim light of the oil lamp. The marvelous curves and slightly raised blushing face were really the most ultimate visual enjoyment in the world. As for what happened next, Zhu Minglang felt that it was not unacceptable to Guixi.

Under the dim oil lamp, there were even cold and dark stone walls around it, but the porcelain white body twisting in my arms was so hot.

"Ah, I'm going to die."

Zhu Minglang couldn't help but shout, thinking that everything was an hallucination before death, but unexpectedly, his echo came from this closed area soon.

"I'm going to die... I'm going to die... I'm going to die..."

Zhu Minglang slowly woke up when he heard his echo.

He observed around him and found that he was in a dungeon, and the slightly shaking oil lamp light was not an illusion. He reached out to touch and could even feel the heat.

Not dead??

Could it be that it is not the poison to clean up rats?

Oh no, if you are still alive, you will most likely be sold to remote stone mountains and as slaves by these people!!

Being the kind of slave in a claustrophobic mine... it's better to poison yourself directly!

"Um?"

Suddenly, a nice reminder [5200     www.bqg5200.me] was sent, right next to Zhu Minglang.

Zhu Minglang turned his head and realized that there was a bare woman lying beside him.

Her long hair is like black brown silk, and the red glow that has not yet faded is reflected on her face. It is so beautiful that her heart stops leaping at the moment when she stares at her close range, and then suddenly beating wildly in the next second.

What's going on!

Didn't you dream just now?

Why am I in a dungeon?

Why are you connected with a woman?

Her appearance is clearly the sculpture standing in the center of the city. She is the Valkyrie who looks like a quiet fairy, but her methods are an iron-blooded emperor!

"I'm awake, my sister looks very good. It seems that this little homeless man served very well last night." A sharp fox woman's voice came from outside the high iron window.

The woman beside Zhu Minglang was still a little drowsy, as if she was drunk.

"I don't know how many people will be shattered when the people over there heard that the dazzling sky-like sister sleeping with a little beggar. But don't worry, I will definitely reach everyone's ears and become the most memorable topic for people after dinner." The fox continued with a sharp voice.

This sentence finally made the woman beside Zhu Minglang completely awake, but before she could respond angrily, the footsteps outside gradually faded away, and the smug and sharp laughter echoed in this cold dungeon for a long time.

Zhu Minglang was a little confused, and he stared at the jailed woman beside him.

The person in front of me was clearly the lord of this city. The Valkyrie in people's mouths was so easy to recognize. Even if she was not wearing clothes... Cough cough, Zhu Minglang is sure that it was her.

Then let’s judge from the person who spoke just now...

"You were overthrown?" Zhu Minglang broke the silence in the dungeon and asked.

This land has always been extremely chaotic, and the war has never stopped. The speed of the replacement of rulers is no less than the alternation of seasons.
Chapter completed!