Sun Xia's eyes were cold and flashed, and she said, "Let's siege this Zheng Manor for a few days first!"

Pay attention to the fact that some refugees starve to death. As long as there are enough refugees who die and are filled with resentment, they will attract the devil. Then he can also drive the devil and destroy the manor.

Of course, he could not say these words. Taipingdao takes the concept of saving the world and saving the people and attracts many followers.

His approach is definitely contrary to political correctness and is something that can only be done but not said!

He also pretended to be a good person to give these refugees... Of course, a little porridge won't save many people. It's nothing more than just pretending.

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"Fortunately the weather is not hot now, otherwise, these moths would die suddenly under the sun!"

Zheng Xiaoming gave an overview of his feelings.

These Yellow Turban Moth Thiefs have surrounded the entire manor for five or six days. From the initial panic to the present time, people in the entire Zheng Manor have become accustomed to it!

At first, I was worried that the moths would dig rammed earth on the city wall, causing the city wall to collapse, which really made the entire manor nervous for a while.

However, those moth thieves looked weak and did not move at all. Although they didn't know what these moth thieves were doing, they were already much more at ease.

Zheng Lang smiled beside Zheng Xiaoming and said, "Isn't it a good thing to kill a few moth thieves?"

He was the "general commander" of the Zheng family, commanding one-quarter of the troops in the Zheng family manor. He was also the legitimate lineage of the third house of the Zheng family, and he was already considered a real power figure.

However, he believed that Zheng Xiaoming, who was born to speak and had a strange vision, would definitely be an amazing figure in the future and might be able to revive the Zheng family.

In the past, he had no chance to curry favor with him, but now with the siege of the Golden Moth Thief, Zheng Xiaoming has been on the city wall for several days and is already very familiar with him.

With the contacts over the past few days, Zheng Lang became more and more convinced that Zheng Xiaoming was definitely not simple.

Just like this, he saw Zheng Xiaoming shook his head and said, "Things are not that simple. These thieves will not fight and retreat, and they will inevitably have some conspiracy!

Yes, I heard that these Yellow Turban thieves came from Taiping Dao. Those Taiping Daoists seem to know magic?"

Zheng Lang was worried by Zheng Xiaoming's words, but when he heard Zheng Xiaoming's culture, Zheng Lang still replied: "It is said that these Taiping Taoists have boundless power. They can dispel plagues and save the world. There are countless people in the world who have saved these Taiping Taoists.

If it weren't for this, how could these Taiping Taoists have raised their troops, how could they gather so many people all at once!"

Zheng Xiaoming nodded slightly in his heart, which confirmed his guess.

With the siege in the past few days, many elderly and weak people among the refugees could not bear it and died miserably.

Although ordinary people cannot see it with their naked eyes, in Zheng Xiaoming's eyes, as more and more people die, they can see that there is a black air that is born in full bloom.

I don’t know what Taiping Taoist people call this kind of black aura, but Zheng Xiaoming can recognize that this is a catastrophe, a negative death aura between heaven and earth... It is considered the lower power of the end catastrophe aura.

Although the weaker than the end of the world's destruction of the world's destruction is not one or two points, it is still a dangerous force with great harm. If it continues to gather, it will inevitably be confused and make people crazy.

He thought to himself, his face turned solemn, and he said, "No! We will give porridge to these moths!"

As soon as these words came out, Zheng Lang was stunned and called Zheng Xiaoming's nickname: "Ahe, don't do anything randomly. I know you sympathize with these moths, but this is not the time to be merciful..."

Zheng Xiaoming interrupted him directly and said, "I'm not rude. I suspect that these Yellow Turban thieves deliberately starved these refugees to death here, and then use spell casting methods!"

Zheng Lang was half-believing and half-doubted when he said this: "No, right? Ah. These Taiping Taoists and moth thieves are one, how could they deliberately starve them to death? How do you know what spells they will cast? Could it be that you and Wu Zhu in the clan have learned what they have learned?"

Zheng Xiaoming smiled and didn't explain it. He couldn't explain this kind of thing clearly. The power of the soul moved slightly, connecting the energy of heaven and earth. Then he waved his hand, and suddenly the wind blew up. A gust of sand and stones hit everyone under the city.

This made Zheng Lang and the Zheng clan soldiers who had been paying attention to the conversation around them, so they opened their eyes wide open incredible ways.

Zheng Lang asked tremblingly: "Ahe, did you make this wind just now?"

Zheng Xiaoming said with a smile: "Do you want me to try again?"

Zheng Lang immediately confirmed it, and immediately believed Zheng Xiaoming's words for most of his words, and hurriedly said: "I can't make the decision on the matter of donating porridge and food. I'll ask the head of the family and the clan elders!"

He said that, he left in a hurry!

Zheng Xiaoming looked up at the sky with deep eyes.

Of course, he was not showing off his handsomeness, but was a little angry and bored.

Others saw him waving his hand and it was a strong wind, but how could they know that he was suffering?

Originally, the magic power used by Zheng Xiaoming was enough to change the color of the wind and clouds, and torrential rain and thunder.

However, in this time and space world, there is a kind of power suppression, which weakens his spell casting power by at least 70%.

The storm caused by the result turned into a short and painless wind. This made Zheng Xiaoming very unhappy, but he could do nothing!

"This should be the so-called heaven in this world, suppressing the power of an outsider like me!

I guess these guys from Taipingdao are now facing the same difficulties as me... Their power of Huangtian is also suppressed by the sky!"

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And as the strong wind just now blew, Han Peng's face suddenly became extremely ugly. He looked at Zheng Xiaoming standing on the top of the city, trying to see Zheng Xiaoming clearly.

At the same time, my mind was even more filled with thoughts like a storm: "Is this Zheng Xiaoming, the born genius of the Zheng family?

He was able to wave his hands with the wind and rain, and he was indeed born sacred. No wonder those nobles asked me to lead troops and destroy the Zheng family of the county, and I must kill this person!"

He thought to himself that murderous intent was great. At this moment, he finally made up his mind: "Give these believers a full meal, and then ask them to tear down the Zheng family's manor wall for me!"

Originally, he didn't think of digging the wall of Zheng's manor, but of course there was a reason for him not to do so.

The rammed earth walls like Zheng's Manor are tall and thick, but not so easy to dig and collapse. I'm afraid it will be difficult to do without ten or eight days!

If you don’t eat enough to do heavy work, you won’t have the energy to do it, which consumes too much food!

Originally, Han Peng couldn't bear to give up, and it consumed too much food.
Chapter completed!