A sensation came from his wrist. Chen Xiuming suddenly opened his eyes. There were still two or three points left in his hard practice at Pangshan Yangshen Peak. He subconsciously grabbed the child's arm, but it was too late. The reins tied to his wrist had been untied. The last mount galloped away, and the other half-old boy leaned on the horse's back and kept shouting in his mouth.

"Let go!" The arrested child screamed and bowed his head to bite the back of the adult's hand.

Chen Xiuming felt a severe pain, and most of the past half a month of despair, sadness, and anger surged into his heart. He raised his other hand and slapped the child hard.

The palm was quite powerful. The child was beaten so hard that he no longer struggled or bite. His face was dirty, and he had fear and stubbornness in his eyes. It was a look of "no consent if you beat him". The corners of his mouth were bleeding, and he didn't know who he belonged to.

Chen Xiuming's back of his hand was bitten, but that palm failed to let him vent, "The demon clan burned my hometown and killed my family. You and your partner stole my horse. Thank you, I finally had nothing. This is human beings, it is not worth protecting at all, and they are destined to perish. Boy, go steal, rob, kill, and burn, you are worthy of doing this kind of thing. Get away, get away, the demon soldiers will deal with you."

Chen Xiuming let go of the child's wrist and let him run away blankly. He lay on the thin blanket again, feeling discouraged and even regretted escaping from the imperial capital.

That was half a month ago, but everything seemed to have happened before falling asleep: countless gray giant snakes rose up, surrounding Huangjing, and the hundred thousand talismans defending the city dragged long light toward the giant snakes around. It was a magnificent picture, as if the sky river broke through the dam and starry sky was scattered, but the magnificence could not save Huangjing. The meteor-like talisman spell was no more powerful than the fireflies, and it could not stop the giant snake in the magic.

The earth fire gushed, the sky fire fell, and the entire imperial capital, millions of humans were thrown into the sea of ​​fire.

Chen Xiuming's heart was tightening, and the distance between him and his family was only ten miles away, but he could never run away. At that time, the imperial capital was the abyss and death, which was far beyond his courage to bear. He fled to a place with few flames, and did not rush into the sea of ​​fire to find his wife, nor did he find the nearest Huang Fujun outpost.

He didn't know how many humans escaped the disaster, but just rode their horses all the time, and threw away another horse on the way. When it was dawn, he met with the refugees. No one knew what had happened, nor did he know where he was going. He just went with the flow and followed the people ahead, hoping to get away from the imperial capital and the demon clan as far as possible.

Half a month has passed, Chen Xiuming has never eaten a full meal, has never slept at peace, his mind is blank, and there seems to be a whip behind him constantly, until the last horse is stolen, the force in his body finally slackened, the sadness of losing his loved ones, the fear of the building has fallen into his heart, and there is still deep self-blame.

The question he had never dared to think about still came to his mind: If he hadn't escaped at that time, but had tried hard, could he kill the two demon clans, the old and the young, and thus save the relatives in the imperial capital and the city?

The possibility of success is as slim as using saliva in his mouth to put out the fire that burned the whole city, but this idea tortures him because he didn't even try. After saying so many righteous words to the old demon, he ran away cowardly.

"Xiaoqiu..." Chen Xiuming never missed his good friends as much as he is now. He needed, and the entire human race needed the leadership of a brave and fearless person.

The noise in the distance was getting closer and closer, and Chen Xiuming didn't care at all. He suddenly realized that he was no better than the two children who stole horses, and they were not worthy of living and were not worthy of saving.

"Empress Xun, it's Empress Xun..."

Chen Xiuming got up. If there was any name that could make him excited like "Mu Xingqiu", it would be the former Princess of Xijieguo.

How did she escape from the Huangjing Fire? How could she come here? Chen Xiuming had a series of questions in his mind, temporarily abandoning the despair in his heart and following the many refugees to the road.

This is a valley on the side of the road, where tens of thousands of exhausted refugees gathered. They lay on the ground, men guarding the remaining property, women holding crying babies in a hunch, and when the two children cooperated to steal Chen Xiuming's horse, many people around saw it, and no one was meddling in other people's business.

Only the three words "Queen Xun" can call out these lost refugees.

"Is that really Queen Xun?"

"It's not like that. The royal family has talismans, and it's not difficult to travel thousands of miles a day. Even if Empress Xun escapes from the imperial capital, she should run ahead of us."

"That's right, the show is not big enough. There are only a dozen guards and there are not even a carriage. Will the queen ride a horse? Surely not."

Chen Xiuming squeezed into the crowd without saying a word. He had seen Empress Xun ride a horse. At that time, she was still the princess of Xijieguo. She charged forward with the soldiers on the battlefield outside Duanliu City, but she had never seen her true appearance since then. Occasionally, she was contacted through the attendants around the princess.

He pushed forward hard, and finally saw the woman on the horse's back clearly, but he did not dare to recognize each other. He was not a Taoist priest, and his memory gradually became blurred as the years passed, and the gap with the reality became bigger and bigger.

It was a beautiful woman wearing simple leather armor, a bit like the princess in Chen Xiuming's memory, but it seemed that something was missing.

Tenacity, dignity, belief... these are gone. The woman not far away is more like an ordinary escapee, with sadness and a little confused. She seems to have entered the crowd and doesn't know what she is going to do. No wonder everyone doesn't believe that she is really "Empress Xun".

"Everyone go to Fuhai City." The woman spoke, her voice amplified by the talisman, and the meaning of pleading was also amplified. "The army of the Holy Talisman Dynasty is gathering there, and you will be protected."

The crowd was silent, and then a polite voice asked: "You call yourself Queen Xun, what evidence do you have?"

The woman smiled bitterly, "What are the benefits of pretending to be her at such a time?"

That being said, she still signaled to a maid behind her. The maid continued to send orders behind her. The two guards raised the flags that were originally placed horizontally on the saddle. One side was embroidered with complex patterns of royal talisman flags, and the other side was embroidered with a kirin. It belonged to Queen Xun herself.

The crowd believed it, but only part of them knelt down, while the other part was quietly retreating. Chen Xiuming was also retreating, not because of suspicion, but because of shame, he was embarrassed to let Queen Xun see her surviving herself.

Queen Xun signaled the kneeling people to get up, "The army of the Holy Talisman Dynasty can defend the Fuhai City."

"I used to say that I could definitely defend the imperial capital, but as a result... I no longer believe that the Huang Fu army will attract the demon army. I want to go northeast, there is no war there."

The crowd rang out in harmony.

"It's coming soon, I get the exact news that at least three demon troops have attacked the three vassal states in the northeast and are advancing into the territory of the Holy Talisman Dynasty."

The crowd was silent, and they ran away in great hurry, and there was no way to know what was happening far away. Another voice sounded: "Then let's go south. The country of Talang had just defeated the demon army, which was safer than Fuhai City."

"Yes, go to the Land Kingdom, and the Demon Army will destroy the Imperial Capital, and will definitely attack Fuhai City. It is not safe there."

"If it really doesn't work, get a boat to the sea. In short, don't go to Fuhai City."

Queen Xun and others said after a little quieted down: "You can go to the Land Kingdom, but the war is about to begin there. This is not a war between the Sacrifice Kingdom and the Holy Talisman Dynasty, this is a confrontation between the demons and the entire human race. The royal family and the civil and military officials of the court have disappointed you. The security we promised has not been realized, and the victory we promised has not arrived. I apologize, this is our mistake."

The queen personally admitted her mistake to the people. This was the first time. The oldest refugee recalled what she saw and heard, and could not remember that similar things had happened in the history of the Holy Talisman Dynasty.

The crowd suddenly became quiet.

Queen Xun was also silent because the words were too difficult to express, but she finally said that it was her duty as Queen Xun.

"I want to tell you the truth. Fuhai City is not as solid as a decent country. The demon army of the country will definitely attack, and there is news that a demon army is approaching from the sea."

"But Your Highness asked us to go to Fuhai City?" an old man asked.

"Because there is no truly safe place in the world, purposeless escape will disperse the power of human beings, giving the demon army an opportunity to take advantage of it. I hope that the surviving human beings can unite, and I hope... everyone can allow me to make a decision for you."

Every decision on the way to escape may be related to life and death. The crowd buzzed and discussed. The loss of Huangjing caused them to lose a lot of trust in Queen Xun, but they themselves didn't know where to go. Although the world was big, it suddenly seemed that there were monsters and monsters everywhere.

"There is really no way out." Someone cried bitterly.

Queen Xun waited for a while before speaking slowly, her voice slightly hoarse. This was obviously not the first time she had persuaded the refugees, "Let me make a decision for you, if I'm wrong."

If she is wrong, it will mean the death of thousands of people, but someone must take on the heavy responsibility to reunite the human beings that are dispersing like quicksand.

"If I am wrong, please accuse me, hate me, tear me up, crush my bones and ashes, that is all the punishment I deserve. Please don't blame yourself, please don't lose hope, because the remaining hope of mankind is on each of you."

Queen Xun paused. She was good at winning people's hearts, but at this moment she was extremely disgusted with this ability because she couldn't tell whether the words just now were more of the performance or more true feelings.

But these words did take effect. Queen Xun's fame, her personal appearance, her humility, and every word she said touched the confused refugees.

"I'll go with Empress Xun." Shen Xiuming said loudly. He was not used to speaking in public, so his voice trembled slightly. "As long as humans are not dead, it will not be a complete defeat. We have lost Duanliu City, the imperial capital, and half of the country. Don't lose the only remaining dignity. Since there is no way out, turn around and fight with the water!"

Queen Xun probably recognized Chen Xiuming and smiled at him.

Refugees are not soldiers, and they will not cheer in unison even if they are told. They nodded and observed each other's reactions. So this happened. After the escape for many days, they finally had an imperfect but clear destination.

Someone pulled his sleeve, Chen Xiuming turned his head and was surprised to see the two brothers who had just stolen horses standing behind him. The child who had been slapped by him was still swollen in his face. He stuffed the reins into his hand, turned around and ran without saying a word.

Chen Xiuming developed the belief that things are fighting for the first time.

He squeezed through the crowd, and Queen Xun bent over immediately, and her beautiful face showed obvious fatigue and sadness. She was not as firm as she seemed, and she also needed encouragement. "The ancient god is above. I really want to hear some news about Mu Xingqiu now. I don't believe he is dead."

"He is still alive." Chen Xiuming said confidently, "I saw it with my own eyes."

Queen Xun smiled. What she needed was confidence and didn't care about the authenticity of the news.

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