Dress up as a sickly person to capture the villain princess!

With a "whoosh", three more arrows were fired out!

The sails caught fire in the blink of an eye, and the sky was filled with red. More than a dozen ships were connected together, and the flames grew with the wind. The flames immediately swept through the cabins. The pirates on the deck were like barbecued meat on bamboo skewers, and their skin and flesh made a crackling sound.

“This fire cannot be put out…!”

"Listen to me and release the boat immediately!"

As the leader of a village, he has seen the world and naturally understands that the current situation is irreversible. He has to make decisive decisions, which is what a wise leader should do.

"Yes, village chief!"

They came in strong winds and went in strong waves. Except for the younger ones, the other bandits on the boat were brothers who had been through life and death with the leader of the village. Naturally, they regarded the leader's orders as gods.

The scorching red wind blew through the black hair on his temples. Zhao Changlin saw the bandits busy like ants trying to survive, and the stone in his heart finally fell to the ground.

It seems that their reputation for viciousness, which has been passed down for a hundred years, is just like that. After all, Xizhou City has no guards and the people are at the mercy of others, which makes them so arrogant.

"Your Majesty, please don't start any more fires. If they think of destroying everything together, then all your efforts will be in vain."

Xia Zhiyuan was not affected at all by the rattling sound of the iron chains. Mountains of corpses and seas of blood were the only way to gain power and were something that those in power had to go through. She went from being surprised at first to being accustomed to it later. She had already experienced everything.

"I see. Zhiyuan is always like this."

There was an inky black arrow between Zhao Changlin's slender fingers. When she heard Xia Zhiyuan's persuasion, the arrow on her fingertips quickly turned a circle, and the snow-white tail feathers touched Xia Zhiyuan's fair chin. The high-spirited emperor lifted it hard, and Xia Zhiyuan's jaw slightly tensed, and a hint of surprise flashed in his eyes.

The inky black horse was exhaling warm breath, and Zhao Changlin was riding on its back. The distance between them forced Xia Zhiyuan to raise his head and look directly into the eyes of His Highness.

Eyes facing each other.

Zhao Changlin sighed in her heart. She didn’t know if she had ever said anything, which was - Zhiyuan’s eyes were very beautiful, like a clear pool of water in autumn, with fallen leaves settling down and the ripples created were her amber eyes, captivating.

This kind of beauty is not the beauty of peony, but the refreshing autumn breeze that makes people greedy and the sparkling waves on the lake.

"But I like you like this..."

Perhaps because he was worried that the arrow tail in his hand would scratch Zhiyuan, Zhao Changlin only used a little force, then took it back with heartache, and held the arrow in his own hand.

"Your Majesty, are you still in the mood to joke at this time?"

Feeling the force moving away from his jaw, Xia Zhiyuan narrowed his eyes and smiled lightly.

"Yes, I know who is the number one hero of today's victory."

"In such a short time, I was able to investigate all the entrances and exits of this village and its tributaries clearly. I think my Zhi Yuan is the only extraordinary person in the world who can do this."

Zhao Changlin stretched out her hand. Her tense arms were so conspicuous among the army. The black and gold armor demonstrated her authority as the supreme ruler.

A gesture fell.

Countless small fishing boats were seen swaying out from the reed marshes on both sides. Standing on the bows were black shadow guards holding long swords. They had masks on their faces. To the pirates who had done something wrong, they looked like evil spirits coming to claim their lives!

Inside the small fishing boat were the elderly, the weak, women and children. They held their heads, trembling with fear, and did not dare to look at the sword-wielding shadow guard standing at the bow.

"Zhaizhu!"

“That’s…that’s…my father…!”

The pirates on the boat didn't quite believe what they were told just now, but now that they had seen it with their own eyes and heard it with their own ears, how could they not believe it?

Zhao Changlin changed his gestures again, and the army hiding in the reeds immediately understood. The leading general immediately shouted in a low voice, and the soldiers stopped shooting arrows.

"Stop shooting arrows."

They held bows and arrows in their hands, waiting for their commander's next order.

The red rain of arrows gradually stopped, and the bandits, realizing that they were no longer in danger, raised their heads and looked carefully at the fishing boat, hoping that their families were not among them.

"Your Majesty has an order!"

"Anyone who is willing to surrender can be spared the death penalty!"

The shadow guards spoke in unison, their voices were so shocking that the pirates on the boat immediately had evil thoughts. Their figures were hunched, especially when they found their family members among the crowd of old and young.

"Child...child...I don't want to die...!"

"Save me...save me...my child..."

The weeping voice of an old man, carried by the wind, reached the ears of the pirates at the bow. He clutched the fishing boat with his dry fingers, and tears flowed from his cloudy eyes.

Xia Zhiyuan saw this scene very clearly. It would be a lie if she said she was not touched. In the past, Xia Zhiyuan had only seen such grand scenes of life and death in fake movies. Moreover, the ugly child of the capitalist and the extremely careless acting skills made it very distracting to watch.

It’s just that what these people did is not worthy of sympathy - they have only brought their current situation upon themselves.

Standing there in a daze, Xia Zhiyuan suddenly found himself in front of a black screen, and a familiar palm appeared in front of him, with fine and dense lines on it. In the past, Xia Zhiyuan had held it in his hand and counted the number of lines on it one by one.

"Don't look."

Zhao Changlin got off the horse at some point. She stuck to Xia Zhiyuan's back, her tone gentle but also a little domineering, and used her hands to restrain Xia Zhiyuan's body movements.

As soon as His Highness finished speaking, Xia Zhiyuan felt a strong smell of blood coming from her nose, as if it came from the boat in front. A shrill howl confirmed her guess.

"I'm here today! No one is allowed to give in!"

"You are not allowed to surrender to the court's lackeys!"

The silver moon scimitar was stained with blood. The bandit leader, wearing a golden and jade robe, held the hilt tightly and held the head of his compatriot in one hand. His eyes were red. He pointed at the many bandits on the boat, and then pointed at the royal army with dragon flags flying on the shore.

It seems that he would rather die than surrender.

"Zhiyuan doesn't need to get involved in bloodshed for what happens next. If they turn into ghosts or evil spirits, they won't come looking for Zhiyuan."

"But come to find me."

Zhao Changlin is not afraid of ghosts and gods. She killed her uncle and her blood relatives. She did everything she should and shouldn't have done. She has long been disrespectful to all the gods and Buddhas.

But there was one thing that Zhao Changlin was afraid of, and that was that Zhiyuan would not be safe.

She had never asked the gods or Buddhas for anything. Now she was rebuilding Buddhist temples and Taoist temples, donating golden statues of Buddha and colored sculptures of immortals. Her only request was for Zhiyuan's health.

Safe.