Time and space in the heavens

Chapter 988 In troubled times, people are like dogs

The sky is angry and a sea of ​​blood appears.

In troubled times, human lives are worth less than dogs.

Since the rise of Genghis Khan, the Jin Kingdom, which originally occupied the vast Central Plains, and the Mongols have started a series of battles.

In the melee, the increasingly corrupt Jin Kingdom gradually lost control of the Central Plains, causing war and smoke everywhere.

At first, some people with lofty ideals who believed in the motherland raised troops and wanted to welcome the return of the Song Dynasty king's army. Later, even some ghosts and monsters appeared.

When all the heroes came together, China lost its final peace. Countless villages were looted one after another, and it could be described as chaos.

If the Song Dynasty had any ambition, it should take this opportunity to regroup and send its troops to the Northern Expedition. Even if they could not regain their homeland, they could at least boost their morale.

However, the weakness of the Zhao family has long been engraved in their bones. Seeing the chaos in the north, the monarchs and ministers crossing south only know how to live in a dream and have no idea of ​​regaining the country.

In this way, everyone can see that the time when the dynasty will change and the world will be unified is not far away.

I don't know when, when a peerless hero is born in the northern land, the world that has been divided and chaotic since the end of the Tang Dynasty will be unified for a long time!

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Creak!
  This day, in the evening.

The setting sun in the sky gradually disappeared into the layers of clouds and mist, coating the originally white clouds with a bright color.

The color of the sky was mixed with the broken limbs on the earth, and the void was filled with an unbearable stench.

In the season that was supposed to be a good harvest, there was no joy at all to celebrate the remaining years, only a doomsday-like scene.

In the wilderness, a spacious carriage drove forward. The wheels of the carriage kept turning, making a crisp sound.

This carriage is as big as a small house and is pulled by eight horses. Each horse is extremely handsome. You can tell at a glance that it is a rare good horse.

The carriage is even more gorgeous, decorated with the finest silks and satins.

It would be fine if it was placed in a peaceful and prosperous age. When such a luxurious carriage appears, at most it will be secretly scolded by some poor people who don't have enough to eat, damn rich people!

But in these troubled times, the cost of this carriage may be enough to feed a family of three for a lifetime, or even more.

Along the way, many refugees had the idea of ​​​​taking this carriage, but the fate of these people was very consistent: corpses!

The people in the carriage did not even show their faces, and countless people died inexplicably.

Among them, there was even a cavalry team of more than a hundred people.

"Are these troubled times?" There was no one driving the carriage, but the good horse pulling the carriage kept moving forward as if under invisible control.

In the carriage, the smell of blood in the air was getting stronger and stronger. A jade hand, as clear as white jade, gently opened the curtain on the carriage, poked out a small head, and said quietly.

Xue Bing's jade-like cheeks were filled with shock and fear.

Before she had experienced it herself, she had always scorned the saying that people are like dogs in troubled times, thinking that such a thing could never happen in this world.

But after descending from Zhongnan Mountain and leaving the area protected by the Quanzhen Sect, all we saw was a hellish scene.

War breaks out everywhere, and the fertile fields that should be full of crops are abandoned. Countless people don't even have a bite to eat and can only beg for a living. People eat tree bark, grass roots, and Guanyin soil, and even...even Yi Zi eats them!

After walking on the road for these days, Xue Bing's initial freshness and excitement disappeared without a trace, leaving only a deep fear.

"This is how troubled times are. Only the strong are qualified to survive. The weak can only go with the flow and fight for the glimmer of hope of survival." The carriage compartment is extremely spacious, maintaining Ming Xiaoyang's enjoyment temperament, and it is packed up like a small house.

Squeezing in the two giant panda Pipi and the sacred eagle, it doesn't feel crowded at all.

The entire carriage is divided into two parts. The front is the hall, where Ming Xiaoyang, Lin Chaoying, Lin Xue, Wang Yuyan, Li Mochou and others are now. The back is the bedroom covered with sheepskins for warmth.

At this time, Ming Xiaoyang was sitting in front of a table, describing himself as a wild woman, resting his head on the beauty behind him, and spoke extremely calmly.

"Really?" Xue Bing took a deep breath, managed to regain his composure, and said in a deep voice.

"Aren't you going to make something?" Ouyang Qing sat on the other side, pricking a piece of crystal fruit with a wooden thorn from time to time, and put it into Ming Xiaoyang's mouth, and asked with a smile.

"What to do?" Ming Xiaoyang raised his eyes slightly and glanced at Ouyang Qing, "What do you think I can do?"

"End this troubled world as soon as possible, are you kidding me? I'm not a good person, and I don't have such a strong mind."

Hearing Ming Xiaoyang's words, Lin Chaoying thought about everything he saw in the Qin Palace and felt convinced.

As the saying goes, if you don't become an emperor, you don't know how expensive firewood and rice are. Only by personal contact can you know that being an emperor is far from a simple matter.

Besides, they all know the trajectory of the Song Dynasty and subsequent dynasties. He knew full well that the other party had reached its limit by preventing the Mongols from dominating the world.

After more than ten or twenty years of chaos, a true dragon born from the Han family will naturally be born to reverse the situation and change that humiliating history.

"Bing'er." Seeing that Xue Bing's expression was not good, Ming Xiaoyang suddenly sat up and gave Wang Yuyan, who was sitting behind him, a hug. Can a man be the emperor again?"

"Honestly, being an emperor is nothing. Anyway, I have been the Emperor of Qin once and the Demon Lord again."

"I don't mind being the savior of the Han people again. It's a pity."

"What's the pity?" Lin Chaoying was already used to Ming Xiaoyang's habitual U-turn. Wang Yuyan, who was held in his arms, struggled slightly and obeyed.

Only Li Mochou blinked her big curious eyes and asked in confusion.

"It's a pity that if your master becomes the emperor, he will have to find some master wives for you." Ming Xiaoyang stretched out his arm and landed on Li Mochou's hair. He used to mess up her hair. He looked at Li Mochou with interest and said with a wicked smile.

When Li Mochou heard this, two beautiful red clouds flew up from her fair cheeks, her head was lowered, she was extremely shy and said nothing.

Seeing Li Mochou, who had always been a bit unruly, with this look on his face, and remembering the notorious reputation of Fairy Chi Lian in the original novel, Ming Xiaoyang had an inexplicable thought in his mind.

I really want to kiss you!

In an instant, an elder and a junior were approaching each other.

The elders are full of lust, while the younger ones are free to pick and choose, as if everything around them does not exist.

"Ahem, cough, cough." Ming Xiaoyang was getting closer and closer to Li Mochou, and was about to kiss her smooth face.

However, just when everything was about to fall into place, a dissatisfied dry cough sounded.

(End of this chapter)