Ancestors, please don't crawl out again.

Chapter 72 Fengbo Pavilion

midnight.

Amid the sound of firecrackers on New Year's Eve.

A man and a woman walked along the ancient and long cobblestone streets.

Their figures swayed in the moonlight.

The men were wearing flying fish suits, and the women were wearing sportswear...

To be precise, it is a high school uniform.

"I should have found you a high school with the strictest management, let you sleep only six hours a day, and drown in a sea of ​​homework the moment you open your eyes.

Ah, I'll enroll you in a cram school during your break, and I'll find a menopausal woman to give you one-on-one tutoring in the evening."

Yang Feng looked angrily at the princess who looked like an internet addict.

The latter still held the phone.

"What does that have to do with me? I can still do whatever I want."

She said calmly.

Brought to the present by Yang Feng, she immediately gained legal status. A high school student from a country known for its pampered education, her parents had sent her back due to a widespread plague, under the pretext of restoring her citizenship by her own choice. Although this plague, which had broken out somewhere in the Middle East, had only affected two specific ethnic groups, leaving others, especially those in East Asia, unaffected, the resulting chaos in public order was no less terrifying.

As for why there are two ethnic groups...

They just have different beliefs, not genes.

This plague has swept the world and has killed tens of millions of people. Both ethnic groups are declaring that the end of the world is coming, and then it is inevitable that extremists will appear and take other ethnic groups with them.

I'm having a mental breakdown!

At present, except East Asia and Black Africa, other countries are more or less involved.

There are actually some infections in East Asia and black Africa.

However, East Asia's numbers are too small and its response is too quick to cause substantial impact.

As for Black Africa...

That death rate is nothing compared to the various diseases they suffer from daily.

Nobody cares.

Her country has been particularly hard hit.

Fortunately, due to various measures, especially the emergence of effective drugs, the epidemic has been basically brought under control.

Only tens of millions of people died, which is not a big deal for the world. Everyone has been tempered by it, especially this relatively concentrated group. Besides, even if these two groups are added together, only one-tenth of the total population has died.

In fact, their own countries are also secretly rejoicing.

After all, their population is on the verge of exploding. This large-scale population reduction has greatly eased their internal conflicts, and the princes can finally breathe a sigh of relief. With a population of only tens of millions, at their fertility rate, they will be strong again in less than twenty years. As for the issue of others coveting their territory, when they were weaker, no one coveted it. Their oil is too valuable, and no major power will allow others to monopolize it. Anyone who monopolizes it will be besieged.

So everyone needs a harmless force that is destined to be powerless to act as the warehouse manager there.

They understand.

As long as they consider their resources and win the favor of the big powers, the big powers will protect them.

As for the princess, all her information in the official database appeared automatically, including paper files. In short, there was no problem. Her parents were killed in daily riots shortly after she returned to the country. Due to the chaotic situation, they did not dare to go back. They entrusted their funeral affairs to Yang Feng, a good friend, and her parents left her an inheritance. As for Yang Feng's adopted daughter and son, they also had legal status. They were just ordinary orphans, relatives of her. After their parents died, she, now an adult, became their guardian. As for the fact that they often talked about how many people they had killed, it was easy to explain. They were just children with a little paranoia, and they regarded the killings in the game as real life. Their problem was really easy to solve. They could just be stuffed into elementary school. At most, they lacked some basic knowledge...

They are all delusional, so of course everyone will sympathize with them.

Who cares about a pair of cute twin brothers and sisters who don't know all about junk food but know everything about killing people?
But the princess can't.

Although she wouldn't talk about how many people she ate alive while riding a dragon, she couldn't throw it away in elementary school either!
Not even in junior high school.

At least high school is required.

But high school was completely beyond her scope.

The only option is happy education.

So Yang Feng used her new identity and threw her into a private high school that only cared about money. Then, unsurprisingly, she dropped out of school in anger due to the large number of suitors and the hostility of the girls, and was given confusing titles such as "cold goddess", "green tea bitch", "silly white sweet", etc. She even almost caused a historic tragedy. After all, she always had a dragon protecting her.

To her, there seemed to be nothing wrong in swallowing these unruly people who had offended the princess.

This problem is really serious.

The key is that she always has a dragon protecting her.

Without Maxim, the twins had no choice but to behave themselves. While they were quite formidable in a fight, a physical education teacher could easily defeat them. But once her rage got out of control, while it might be a bit exaggerated to massacre a whole city before Yang Feng arrived, it was truly easy to slaughter a whole street. Furthermore, she was a princess. Regardless of what she had been through, she was still a princess in her mindset. Of course, as a princess of a fallen nation, she could only wish for death, but when she held the power of life and death, she was a true princess.

Treat human life as worthless.

Tricky people!

What's the big deal about chopping off your head?
The fact that your entire clan hasn't been exterminated is already a sign of the emperor's great grace!

So far, Yang Feng has not found a safer resettlement solution.

After all, no matter where she is sent, as long as she faces society alone, evil will eventually arise in her heart. Not to mention that she is a princess who lived nearly four hundred years ago, even if a normal person in modern times is given the ability to massacre a city, he will inevitably be impulsive sometimes.

"You have to learn to respect modern governments; they are very powerful."

Yang Feng said.

"But I have dragons."

The princess replied contemptuously.

Yang Feng was speechless.

Then he looked at the wall in front of him.

"This is it."

He said.

The next moment he suddenly pushed out with both palms.

The blue brick wall collapsed with a loud bang, revealing an obvious garden inside with a pavilion in the middle. Inside the pavilion, two burly men dressed as police officers were pulling apart the arms of a battered middle-aged man, with two others swinging iron bars on his left and right. The moment Yang Feng saw this scene clearly, one of the men's iron bars fell and hit the middle-aged man's right ribs.

The latter's body suddenly fell to the other side, and he almost fell down with the officer who was holding his arm.

But he finally pulled it back.

The broken ribs pierced into the lungs, and the middle-aged man instantly spit out a mouthful of blood.

At the same time, everyone except the middle-aged man turned their eyes to Yang Feng.

They looked at him in amazement.

Yang Feng looked at the middle-aged man.

"Marshal Yue, did you write this poem?"

He said.

This is the backyard of the Dali Temple in Lin'an on New Year's Eve in 1142 AD.

"My hair stands on end with rage, I lean on the railing as the rain stops. I raise my eyes, let out a long cry to the heavens, my heart afire. Thirty years of achievements are now dust, eight thousand miles of journey are now clouds and moon. Don't wait, your youth will be wasted, only to be filled with empty sorrow. The shame of Jingkang remains unavoidable. When will the hatred of my subjects be extinguished? I drive my long chariot, and break through the gap in the Helan Mountains. With great ambition, I will feast on the flesh of barbarians when I'm hungry, and drink the blood of Xiongnu when I'm thirsty. I'll start over, rebuild the old mountains and rivers, and face the heavens."

The princess at the back sang in the standard tune of Man Jiang Hong.

Yue Fei, who had been severely injured, turned his head staggeringly with blood constantly flowing out of his mouth.

"Yes."

He said with a distracted look.

"Do you regret fighting for such an emperor?"

Yang Feng asked.

Yue Fei was a little confused.

Of course, it may also be that he was injured too badly and no longer had the ability to think about this problem. He had already suffered long-term torture, and the previous blow destroyed one of his lungs, so his body was no longer getting enough oxygen.

"You know very well who wants to kill you, and you also know very well why they want to kill you. Do you regret fighting for such a court?"

Yang Feng asked, "Who is this demon?"

A red-robed official in the pavilion said angrily.

"I, I am someone you will die if you see me."

Yang Feng said.

"Take it!"

The red-robed official shouted.

The surrounding officers immediately rushed over, but the one in the front was not to catch Yang Feng, but the princess behind him. After all, Yang Feng looked unarmed, but the princess behind him was holding a glowing object in her hand, as if it were some kind of magic weapon. But just as the officer was about to grab her, a huge golden dragon head suddenly appeared in the sky and swallowed him alive in an instant. The other officers were so scared that they screamed and turned around and ran back.

"You can mess with anyone else, but mess with her."

Yang Feng said gloatingly.

Then he walked straight towards Fengbo Pavilion.

The princess followed with her cell phone in hand, and the dragon above her head had disappeared.

"Take, take down this monster, quickly take down this monster."

The red-robed official grabbed the officer next to him in fear and pointed at Yang Feng and shouted.

Yang Feng walked past the executioner and took the iron rod from his hand. The executioner looked at him tremblingly, his legs went weak and he knelt on the ground. The princess came over and pointed at Yue Fei. The executioner was so scared that he kowtowed to her quickly, and then turned around and kowtowed to Yue Fei.

Yang Feng walked up to the red-robed official.

"What's your name, Wanqi Xie?"

He weighed the iron rod and said.

The latter's legs went weak and he knelt down.

"Gods, spare my life! I am only following orders. Marshal Yue and I have known each other for many years. Prime Minister Qin has given the order, so I have no choice but to do it!"

He howled.

Yang Feng didn't bother to pay attention to him. He suddenly smashed the iron rod in his hand on his back. Wanqi Xie fell down instantly, blood spurting out of his mouth. He also had one rib shattered and collapsed on the ground, screaming in pain, and even struggled to reach out to Yue Fei for help. Yue Fei had been helped to the side by the officers and leaned against the railing. He wanted to say something, probably really wanting to say something good to Wanqi Xie, but the moment he opened his mouth, blood spurted out again.

Yang Feng stepped on Wanqi Xie and suddenly thrust the iron rod in his hand downwards, causing the other side of the latter's back to collapse instantly.

Wanqi Xie spurted blood again.

"Quick, catch the monster!"

A shout came from behind Yang Feng.

It was obvious that a smart officer had just run to call for help.

Yang Feng didn't even turn his head, picked up the iron rod and hit it again.

The princess pointed unhappily at the servants pouring in from the Moon Gate.

The next moment the dragon head appeared.

Before the officers could come to their senses, blue flames gushed out of the dragon's open mouth and instantly crashed into them. The officers screamed and flew back, covered in flames, crashing down the moon gate. There were still many officers inside, who were terrified by the scene and turned around and fled as fast as they could.

Yang Feng ignored all this. He calmly pounded Wanqi Xie's body with the iron rod as if he was pounding garlic. The latter fainted from the pain, then woke up and fainted again.

Until all the bones in his back were crushed.

Those officers who had not been able to escape knelt around and trembled.

"Alright, for Marshal Yue's sake, I'll spare your life today!"

Yang Feng said that the work was finally completed.

Wanqi Xie on the ground twitched.

Yang Feng threw away the iron rod and walked up to Yue Fei, who was already close to death.

"You haven't answered my question yet. Do you regret fighting for such an emperor and such a court?"

He squatted in front of Yue Fei and said.

The latter clearly had a last burst of energy and was in slightly better spirits.

"Fei has never regretted fighting for twenty years. He only wanted to restore his country and protect the people. However, no matter what, the emperor is still the emperor. The Song Dynasty must have an emperor. Otherwise, the world will be in chaos, and heroes will rise up. In the end, this beautiful land will be lost to the barbarians.

"I know your intention, but I can die, but the country cannot be in chaos."

Yue Fei said weakly.

Yang Feng nodded silently.

Then he stood up, raised his hand, and the Fang Tian Hua Ji appeared.

"In that case, I won't meddle with it any more."

He said.

Then the Fang Tian Hua Ji stabbed Yue Fei's shoulder.

"I have a question."

Yang Feng took Yue Fei in and asked the so-called god.

"explain."

said the latter.

"If I kill Wanyan Gou and Qin Hui, will Yashan no longer exist? If Yashan no longer exists, will I no longer have to look for Zhao Kuangyin's small axe? His axe should be a jade axe, right?"

Yang Feng said.

"So you think the Zhao Dynasty, the Song Dynasty, can be reborn simply by changing the emperor without a thorough purge? Or do you think that Zhao Shen, who succeeded Wanyan Gou after his death, is a man of great talent and strategy, capable of recovering the Central Plains, clearing out Youyan, and pacifying Mobei? The problems of the Song Dynasty cannot be solved by a single emperor. Instead, a class must be eradicated from the root in order to restore martial virtue. Simply changing the emperor will not change anything."

The so-called God replied.

This is really the case with our Song Dynasty. It is impossible to expect the Southern Song Dynasty to rise up just by changing its emperor. It is not difficult to replace the new emperor by treating Hangzhou as Bianzhou's literati.

Rise up?

Isn't it good to lie down?
"So, I can kill if I want?"

Yang Feng said with a smile.

"Well, actually, even if it does have an impact, you can still kill him if you want.

history?

What does history have to do with you?

The so-called God said.

"I understand. I am obsessed with appearances."

Yang Feng said.

After saying that, he walked straight out.

After taking a few steps, he suddenly stopped.

"Burn them all!"

He said.

The princess nodded.

The next moment, blue flames burst out of the dragon's mouth.

The officers screamed in terror and fled in all directions.

The giant dragon raised its head and moved forward, continuously spewing blue flames, turning the entire Dali Temple into a sea of ​​fire. As for the unlucky Wanqi Xie, he escaped the disaster. Two loyal and brave officers carried him away. Because many of his bones were shattered, one of them simply carried him on his shoulders after realizing it was difficult to carry him.

The unfortunate Wanqi Xie swayed like a torn bag as he ran, and blood kept spurting out.

(End of this chapter)