absolute sacrifice

Realizing the charm of this body, Yang Annan put on a hooded cloak to cover himself tightly in order to avoid causing a commotion.

But it was obviously useless. Seeing him appear, the crowd squeezed forward desperately. Flowers rained down on him. Soldiers kept besieging the excited residents and yelling for them to be quiet, so the situation got better.

Surrounded by a crowd, the city lord walked towards him with a smile. Yang Annan took a look and found that most of them were dressed more formally today. The most conspicuous one was the city lord walking in the front. A jumpsuit called "Cunick", similar to a modern suspender skirt, is mainly woven of linen and wraps the body from the chest down to approximately the knees.

The city lord's jacket is painted with a variety of bright colors, and even the suspenders and skirts are also densely decorated with gorgeous patterns. Coupled with his overly rich and round figure, the neck and hands and feet are covered with large and small shiny gold patterns. Huanhuan, thick peacock green eyeshadow, and a gold-rimmed turban, the picture is so beautiful that people dare not look at it...

Yang Annan pulled down his hood, revealing his flowing long hair, and saluted according to the priest's etiquette.

There was another frenzy erupting around, and countless people shouted hysterically, "My lord envoy!"

Superstition is terrible.

Yang Annan sighed secretly, and put his hood back on.

The city owner seemed very satisfied with this situation. The appearance of the envoy in Kesar was an affirmation of his rule of the city. The more people believed Yang Annan, the more stable his position would be.

Yang Annan exchanged pleasantries with them, and one of them suddenly asked in confusion: "Why hasn't the general come yet? It's time to leave."

Only then did everyone think of today's protagonist.

"Did you forget the time?"

"Maybe it was delayed by something."

"Why don't you send someone to take a look?"

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Everyone was discussing, but Yang Annan just smiled, stood aside and watched, and did not participate.

He is an envoy of God, how could he gossip like a mortal.

Suddenly, Yang Annan heard the sound of horseshoes coming from behind, and subconsciously turned his head to look. A gust of wind blew past him, flipped his hood, and a man's malicious smile suddenly magnified in front of his eyes.

Yang Annan was in a bad mood, and hurriedly wanted to back up, but it was too late, the man moved faster, galloped the horse, leaned over beautifully, stretched out his hand to fish, Yang Annan flew up, and swooped in. in his arms.

The man put his arms around his waist and laughed softly, "Hey, is the envoy of God throwing himself into his arms? The general will be reluctant to accept it."

Yang Annan blinked in bewilderment, and when he understood the current situation, he completely forgot about the self-cultivation he had maintained for many days, and couldn't help bursting out, "I'm fucking you!"