Fast Travel: Please take care of the wronged villain from all dimensions

Jiujiu knelt down and kowtowed to Xihuan, "Thank you so much, little uncle."

After collecting the gifts from the villagers, we walked into the distance.

Xihuan looked at the small figure. In ten years, the plot point would come. She looked at Ming Lingxue. Would the plot be so powerful that she would be forced to possess Gu Xiyue?

It would be boring if that were the case.

Jiujiu went out to practice for five years. He traveled all over the mountains and rivers and saw the saddest things in the world. Because of the constant flames of war, some people exchanged their children for food.

He truly saw the suffering in this world.

One day, he passed by a country where the people were oppressed. He heard from the old man that the general rebelled for the sake of the noble concubine.

He subconsciously felt that maybe the general wanted to rebel and was using the imperial concubine as a shield.

The old man smiled bitterly, "The current emperor made nine private visits incognito, but none of them were to understand the public sentiment. The imperial concubine and the general were childhood sweethearts, and they were originally engaged, but the emperor fell in love with the imperial concubine and forced her to become his concubine. Later, the imperial concubine became seriously ill and the general found her. I met a miracle doctor, who said that a woman’s menstrual blood should be used as medicine…”

As for what happened to those women later?

Because they were poor and had nothing to eat, the court wanted to collect medicine at this time. Some mothers could not bear to see their daughters suffer, so they took the medicine they distributed and exchanged the blood for food, eventually bleeding to death.

Jiujiu listened to this story like a bystander, feeling like a piece of cotton was stuck in his heart. His parents and junior uncle protected him very well.

His world is simple and pure, and everyone he comes into contact with is friendly.

It's obviously a personal relationship, so why does it involve so many people?

He used a communication device to contact Xihuan and told Xihuan what happened here.

"Uncle Junior, can you take them back?"

Xihuan thought for a while, "Okay, anyway, Fairy City needs people. I have recently expanded some things that can be planted on the mountain. Also, I found a natural salt lake in it. I need to re-grow this city." He He brought back groups of people, and in the following years, he also understood the original intention of his junior uncle in establishing the Immortal City.

Every time he goes back and comes out, he will feel that it is great to have a little uncle in this world.

Every time he brought people back, Xihuan would test their spiritual roots one by one without any impatience at all.

Once he couldn't help but ask Xihuan, "Uncle Master, haven't you ever been impatient while doing this?"

Xi Huan replied with a smile, "No, without the war, they have no home. I have experienced this before, and I know very well what war represents. Whether it is the one who starts the war or the one who is warped, only the people at the bottom are exploited. What was robbed?”

Jiujiu thought seriously and said, "Money, land, natural resources."

Xi Huan nodded happily, "There is another key, which is people."

Jiujiu was confused, "Why?"

Xi Huan pulled him into the air and pointed to the scene below. There were people who worked hard, including carpenters, blacksmiths, tailors, and cooks.

Xi Huan said with a smile, "The development of a country depends not only on the leadership of the upper-class nobles. Without the work of ordinary people, the nobles may not even be able to afford food."

"My previous country, in my original world, had experienced brutal invasions. Those things that were inferior to beasts simply brushed this period of history away, just like a fan with history written on it, but it closed lightly. They were waiting to be disgusted. The victims of the system died, hoping that no one would remember, hoping that everyone would forget, but they forgot that thousands of years of history were remembered, not to mention that it was only less than a hundred years ago, and the hatred for them only increased. No less.”

Her eyes were full of deep-seated hatred. She liked the turn of events, and it was best to turn to death.

(End of this chapter)