Chapter 687: He was late in his previous life

Song Zhao didn't remember that she had given Si Yu a candy.

But what Si Yu said at that time brought her hope of life.

She just thought Si Yu wanted to repay his kindness.

Maybe it was because I felt sorry for her, or maybe it was because I wanted to carry forward the few compassions in his bones.

She has expectations.

She looked forward to the prosperous times he brought in three days, and hoped that she could turn the tables back and save her family.

But on the third day, when she was extremely expecting, she received news that her father had died in the battlefield, and she was also angry to death.

She didn't wait any longer.

The man in his sight gradually blurred.

Si Yu pulled Song Zhao to his side and asked in a low voice, "Why are your eyes red?"

Song Zhao rubbed his eyes, suppressing the urge to cry, and muffled, "It's okay, it's my eyes that have gotten into the sand."

turn out to be.

The powerful minister in his previous life once promised to give her a new world.

But he did not go to the appointment on time.

In his previous life, he was late.

"Good."

Master Huiling waved the Buddha's dust.

The brim hat on her head was blown off, revealing her long white hair, fluttering in the wind.

"Just sacrifice of Princess Zhaoyang alone can save Jingzhou from suffering.

Since Princess Zhaoyang is the legitimate daughter of a general and a country and a people, what’s wrong?”

She showed a compassionate expression, like a living Bodhisattva who saved the suffering and the suffering.

Standing on the moral high point, pointing fingers, "You and the marquis of the county bring gunpowder into the market, which is already a violation of the taboo of seeking rain! Are you not afraid of retribution? Will the gods bring swords to the earth? How should you end at that time?"

Song Zhao stared at her, his emotions were depressed because of the events in his previous life, and his tone seemed even colder. "The general is trying hard to protect the people of the world, but the people of the world have taken my life in turn. What is the reason?"

"The gods cannot bear the misery of the world because they are good."

"The National Master Huiling worships the gods, but he preaches killing and tells him that this is evil."

"Good and evil are against each other."

Song Zhao paused.

She supported her hands on the main stage, and her long hair was blown by the wind, like a high-ranking empress, looking down at all living beings with compassion.

"How can a vicious person be blessed by the gods? How can he ask for rain?"

Every word kills the heart.

Master Huiling's face turned pale, and his heart was filled with fire in his throat.

She stared at Song Zhao fiercely.

Song Zhao chuckled lightly.

The sun is in full swing.

The girl's eyes were half-closed, like a noble Persian cat with an elegant and elegant look. "I have a clear distinction between love and hate. I don't want to care about this little business for those who are ill-behaved. But since I have said it, I have a good face and it's not easy to stop."

She wiped her hands with a veil, took out the prepared formation diagram, and lazily placed it on the main table.

"You all have your eyes wide open. Now the Japanese princess is asking for rain for you. After the matter is finished, you must obediently follow the instructions of this princess."

Si Yu smiled with his lips.

I have to say.

Azhao became domineering, and it was really exciting.

He likes it very much...

The people had long been stunned by the momentum of Song Zhaosiyu and others.

Although they did not believe that Song Zhao could stand the mercy, they did not dare to refute it.

The prince and Master Huiling's faces were dark.

Master Huiling looked at Song Zhao skillfully posing the formation. The patterns on the formation diagram, her gestures and directions of display were similar to what she did.

This little girl actually knows how to ask for rain.

But what's the use of asking for it?

There is a problem with Jingzhou in Feng Shui. If Song Zhao doesn’t die, he cannot change Feng Shui and cannot ask for rain.

Yin Wanyang appeased the prince, "Don't be angry with your highness. When Princess Zhaoyang's request for rain fails, he will naturally have a chance to teach him a lesson."

The prince understood this truth.

But he was just so angry.

Seeing the arrogant look of the dog man and woman on the stage, he gritted his teeth.

"A moment has passed."

The Governor nervously paid attention to the movements in Song Zhao's hands.

Look at the sky at the same time.

The sun is still bright and there is no sign of rain.

And at this moment, the ground suddenly vibrated violently.

There is a deafening sound of horse hooves in the distance.

Countless soldiers wearing uniform battle uniforms escorted a carriage and came overwhelmingly.

The dense crowd spontaneously made way for the army.

A black flag was raised in the army, with the words Nanyue written on it.

The general in charge rode on the horse and shouted, "The King of Nanyue has arrived!"

King of Nanyue?

Everyone was stunned.

Then he knelt on the ground and saluted with a conditioned reflex.

"Welcome to the King of Nanyue."

When the prince was happy, he lifted his robe to the carriage and spoke respectfully.

The bead curtain is opened.

The young and handsome emperor jumped down.

Dan Tai Mo wore a black cloak, tall and long legs, a golden crown tied with hair, and a circle of precious fox hair around his neck, looking like a man of gold and jade.

He nodded to the prince, "Your Highness, be polite."

Everyone was shocked to see the emperor of Nanyue so young.

When the prince saw the huge army behind Dan Tai Mo, he immediately became confident and said seriously, "Can the King of Nanyue do a favor..."

He quickly told the King of Nanyue what had just happened.

The King of Nanyue raised his hand and his voice was low and powerful, "I don't doubt the ability of the national master. Since the national master said that Princess Zhaoyang is a witch, then Princess Zhaoyang is!"

Si Yu recognized Dan Tai Mo.

The dog man who kissed Ah Zhao's cheek.

He looked cold and sneered, "What are you? What are you? What are you in the prosperous land? What are you in the South Vietnamese?"

Dan Tai Mo stared at Si Yu, and the gloomy pressure emanated from his bones and blood.

He licked his teeth and smiled softly, with a bit of blood, "Nanyue has signed a peace agreement with Dasheng. Dasheng Nanyue is all a family, and they are all their own people.

Dasheng’s affairs are my affairs. If I want to take care of it, you, Emperor Dasheng, will have nothing to say. How can you, a mere county marquis, speak?"

Si Yu didn't care, "Then the King of Nanyue would try it?"

The King of Nanyue raised his hand and said indifferently, "The Princess Zhaoyang's demon girl is in trouble, and so the sky caused drought. The army obeyed the orders and set fire directly to the witch to death."

"promise."

The sergeant behind Dan Tai Mo immediately took out his bow and arrow, then lit the hay and dead wood to the fire, and aimed at the direction of the main platform.

"scold--"

The wind whistles.

Dozens of arrows flew out of Si Yu's sleeve.

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