Stop Chasing the Sick Boss of Quick Transmigration Raiders

Chapter 116

"Your Highness!"

"No, Your Highness!"

Lu Sheng turned a deaf ear to the urgent cries of his subordinates, and searched for the child in the flames holding his breath.

Half of the house had collapsed, and it might collapse completely at any moment. Lu Sheng avoided the burning wooden door and searched for a long time before hearing a faint cry.

It turned out that the child hid in the relatively safe kitchen.

Lu Sheng picked up the child, avoided the collapsed beam, and rushed out with difficulty.

"My child! My child!" The woman hugged her lost son and burst into tears.

Lu Sheng extinguished the small flames on his body and waved his hand to indicate to the guards that he was fine.

However, when he turned his head, he saw a pair of parents kneeling in despair in front of the charred house, their tearful eyes seemed to penetrate the broken bricks and tiles, and see their children who were no longer alive.

Stories like this are happening all over the neighborhood.

Lu Sheng walked through the mottled long street, watching the flames go out little by little, watching the smoke dissipate little by little, looking at the charred ruins under the dark night, watching the survivors hugging each other and weeping with joy, watching the luck Those who escaped but lost their loved ones searched desperately among the ruins.

The sky is slightly brighter.

But for some, the night is just beginning.
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"Your Highness, there is a commotion in the camp where the victims are housed," a disgraced guard reported anxiously, "They are all clamoring for you to go over..."

Lu Sheng pursed his beautiful lips into a straight line and walked towards the camp without hesitation.

Isn't it just to plot against him?

He wants to see what other tricks Lu Rong has!
The camp is located by the Yuhu Lake. The normally beautiful and sparsely populated Yuhu Lake is now full of firewood and food. The disaster-stricken people are dressed in rough linen clothes and gather in twos and threes to keep warm around the bonfire.

The night in early winter was already a bit harsh, but Lu Sheng didn't seem to feel the cold. He was only wearing a single shirt, and strode towards the noisy crowd not far away.

His cloak was left to a little girl who lost her parents.

"Your Highness, please go back to the palace first. We can handle it here." The garrison on the side saw Lu Sheng coming, and then remembered the shouting words of the people on the other side, and couldn't help but have a headache. "They are all a bunch of stupid people, they can't make trouble." .”

"Take me there." Lu Sheng just glanced at him, without even pausing on his feet, and said with a cold face, "There are people rushing to report the meritorious deeds. Since the people's troubles are related to this king, I will Wang naturally has to go."

Lu Rong, who was rushing into the palace to report his "achievements", sneezed.

"Did your Highness catch a cold?" The attendant on the side quickly handed over the heater and handed it to Lu Rong with fear.

Lu Rong rubbed his nose and wrapped his thick cloak tighter.

"Your Majesty, His Royal Highness King Cheng is here." The little eunuch at the door stood respectfully outside the door and announced.

Gao Dezhong glanced at the emperor who had not slept all night, lowered his eyelids, and asked softly, "Your Majesty, would you like to come in?"

The emperor nodded silently, and slowly opened his closed eyes.

"Greetings to my father." Lu Rong handed the stove to the entourage left outside the hall, entered the Hall of Mental Cultivation alone, knelt down on one knee, neatly dressed, as usual dignified.

"It's over so quickly?" The emperor's old voice came from above, and the tone was so flat that people couldn't discern the emotion in it.

(End of this chapter)