The Prodigal Son of the Mystical Sect

"Everyone in the city! Look at the majestic Zhao Palace, how many of your children have been locked up? Look at the towering 'Gongde Tower'! Every day in the Gongde Tower, Emperor Zhao boasts that Zhao's fierce generals are like clouds. The advisors are like rain, and this country is unprecedentedly powerful... Haha, he is already so arrogant and arrogant even before he has unified China! There is nothing that this foolish king can't do who thinks he is invincible in the world!"

The more Yu Miaomiao talked, the more she got into the drama. She seemed to be recalling her life before she was selected as a 'beauty'. When she felt something, she felt the same anger igniting in her heart, and she roared loudly.

"Look! Open your eyes and look!"

"The Gongde Building is getting taller and taller, and the Zhao Palace is getting more and more gorgeous, but has he ever done anything for you? No! He is just militaristic, greedy and lustful, relying on his powerful generals, and his advisers to ride around for him, but he does what he does Spring and Autumn Dream, I don’t want to wake up and take a look at all living beings! Is it really worth it for you to defend the city for such a person and to be loyal to such a person? "

Is it worth it?

Those words followed the golden light into the city, and seemed to carry some kind of power that pierced people's hearts. For a moment, many Zhao officers and soldiers had confused looks in their eyes, and those three words echoed in their minds...

Even some old ministers, recalling the increasingly arbitrary and absurd behavior of Emperor Zhao in recent years, could not help but sigh deeply: "Your Majesty... has changed."

"Shut up!"

Just when many people in the city were confused, a heavy sound sounded, but it was a soul-enlightening person left by Emperor Zhao in the city to worship. Due to the embarrassment of war on all sides, Zhao Du was equally empty in terms of high-end military force. , unexpectedly, he was the only one left!

"General Zhao, don't listen to this witch's nonsense! Your Majesty is an eternal wise king, with great talent and great strategy, invincible in the world! This witch just clings to small details to make such a ridiculous conclusion. What she said is simply a distortion of the facts and a witch. Confusing people, obviously with ulterior motives!”

"Generals of Zhao, don't be fooled. Pick up your weapons and hold on to the capital! The other party's use of such methods shows that they are at the end of their rope. As long as they survive this time, everyone will be rewarded when His Majesty returns to the court!"

It has to be said that this worshiper is still very prestigious. After listening to him roaring hysterically for a while, Zhao Jun gradually regained some fighting spirit and slowly tightened his grip on the weapon in his hand...

However, Yu Miaomiao was not surprised by this - if Zhao Du surrendered directly after being shouted at by her, that would be called a strange thing - at that moment, she knew that everything she could do had been done, so she stretched out her hand, Gently opened the sachet...

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Somewhere in the south, flowers are in full bloom.

The half-opened flowers exude a light fragrance.

The breeze blows, and thousands of flowers are blooming, like a curtain of dreams.

The girl in yellow shirt walked lightly to a pavilion and pavilion. Accompanied by the sound of gurgling water, she held up her fragrant cheeks with her right hand and sighed softly.

This woman is none other than Shui Menghan.

"Ziyi Ziyi!"

A little girl who was not quite tall enough to be described as still small but exuded an extremely cute and charming aura ran all the way from a distance, waving her little fist and shouting at the girl in yellow shirt.

"Latest battle report!"

Upon hearing this, Shui Menghan clasped the glass of wine. Although she was trying to stay calm, her hands were trembling slightly. A breeze blew by, and she fell in front of the little girl like catkins. He stopped her and asked, "Xiaoya, how is the situation?"

"Three Thousand Defeats the Capital of Zhao!" Xiaoya took a long breath, and then she told Shui Menghan everything...

After listening, a smile appeared on Shui Menghan's pretty face, but seeing her clenched jade hand finally loosened, she said with relief: "...defeated more than ten thousand Zhao soldiers in one battle, and captured Zhao Hai alive... Xiao Lang The job was even better than I expected..."

"It seems that there is no suspense about the fall of Zhaodu."

"Well...at this moment, it's time for Xiao Lang to show off the tips I gave him..."

Seeing Shui Menghan start talking to herself, the little girl named 'Xiaoya' immediately pouted and murmured: "Sure enough, all women in the world are the same when they fall in love, and Ziyi is no exception... "

Before she finished speaking, Shui Menghan nodded her eyebrows in a funny and angry way, and reprimanded: "Where did you learn these unreasonable words?"

Seeing that Shui Menghan looked like he was about to have an attack, Xiaoya quickly saw the opportunity and quickly changed the subject and said: "Well... let me tell you, Ziyi, you should just tell him what to do and use the sachet to test it." A tacit understanding, are you sure that guy understands your plan? Xiaoya is skeptical!"

Hearing the sound, Shui Menghan just smiled and said lightly: "He can do it."

Although the words were calm, they naturally carried a sense of determination.

As she spoke, she raised her pretty face slightly and looked at the horizon. For a moment, her memories drifted away.

She recalled meeting him on the battlefield, becoming acquainted with him, and getting to know each other...

She thought of the warmth of the campfire that night...

She thought of the cold wind at night, leaning against the enemy...

She thought of the dependence between life and death back then, and there was a connection between them...

Sweet memories filled her heart, and Shui Menghan unconsciously evoked a peaceful smile. This smile was so comfortable, warm, and beautiful that Xiaoya felt a little dull just looking at it...

After a while, the memory ended, Shui Menghan withdrew his gaze, looked at Xiaoya, and said seriously: "He can definitely do it!"

"Tsk tsk... Ziyi, you are really hopeless."

Hearing Shui Menghan say this, Xiaoya stuck out her tongue.

"... You are just a little girl, how can you understand the tacit understanding between me and Xiao Lang?" Shui Menghan raised her nose slightly and snorted. Xiaoya's eyes suddenly lit up, and the word "gossip" in her eyes couldn't be more obvious...

"Ziyi, tell me! What did you experience in the void battlefield back then? Why did you become a big fangirl as soon as you came out? You didn't even want the son-in-law of the young master of Xuanmen, who was so noble and had a good status, and you just wanted to marry him with tears and shouts? Tell me, how far have you developed! Did he conquer you with the 'fastest' method, so you are so devoted..."

Pah!

The more she talked, the more outrageous it became. Shui Menghan blushed and slapped her with her palm: "If you keep talking nonsense, I won't use the same force next time!"

"It hurts, it hurts, Ziyi, you are a typical example of forgetting your sisters after having a lover!" Xiaoya pouted, but when she saw Shui Menghan's hand raised again, she quickly changed the subject and said, "But Ziyi, what did you put in that sachet? How can you be sure that you can break the city?"

"...It's just a little thing I asked for from cousin Lin."

Hearing this, Xiaoya thought: "Could it be...that thing that can attract people, sometimes let them fall into the good times of the past, sometimes fall into the fear of imagining the future, that...the soul-sucking incense?"