Tyrant father's group pet little princess

Chapter 1847 May you find your way home

Gongyu Baozhu paused.

She smelled an indescribable rotten breath.

You don't need to think about it, you can guess what kind of tragedy is in front of you.

Let Xia Zhiang, who is always calm, cover her eyes, afraid that she will be surprised if she sees it.

Gongyu Baozhu's voice was very peaceful.

"Zhiang, let me see, isn't the reason why we came here to solve these problems?"

"If I dare not face reality, how can I help Jiangnan?"

After all, the little girl said flatly: "Take your hands away."

Xia Zhiang hesitated for a moment.

He lowered his hands slowly.

Gongyu Baozhu raised her beautiful eyes, shocked by the scene in front of her.

I saw many dead people piled up in the dirt pits on the road.

There was water in the pit, and half of the corpses were soaked in it, and it was no longer possible to look directly at it.

The corpse above was in a terrible state of death.

Fortunately, it is early winter, which is the time when the weather is cold.

Otherwise, I don't know what kind of soaring stench will be emitted here.

Bo Zili just glanced at it, then frowned.

It must be that those few flood dragons caused a flood, and too many people died in the city, some of them piled up here.

In Gongyu Baozhu's black and white pupils, he forcibly restrained the soreness brought about by the visual impact.

As a princess, you must decide for these dead Limin people!

Now is not the time to cry.

With Gong Yu Baozhu's eyes, he saw a woman among the corpses, tightly holding a baby's hand.

Even if the baby was already dead, his body was livid.

She immediately turned her head impatiently.

The little girl took a deep breath, her voice choked with sobs, and she ordered the guards: "Let the prefect send someone to help and bury them."

Bo Zili looked at Gongyu Baozhu with long eyes.

He understood her sadness and compassion for the world.

On this day, Gongyu Baozhu did not continue to go to other places.

Just standing here watching the guards and some walking dead servants sent by Ao Yin dig holes nearby.

They put the body in and filled it with earth.

But these dead people, Gongyu Baozhu doesn't even know their names.

When the sun was approaching, Bo Zili comforted Gongyu Baozhu: "I've been standing outside for a day, go back home to rest, and come back tomorrow."

Gongyu Baozhu didn't object, but nodded slowly.

At night, the wind became louder, and it seemed that a heavy snow was about to fall.

Gongyu Baozhu couldn't sleep, so she put on thick clothes and a red hooded cloak.

Holding a lamp, she opened the door and went to today's corpse pit alone.

The strong wind shook the lantern, and the wick inside almost went out several times, only to be ignited again bravely and resolutely.

During the day, the guards and servants had almost buried the people in the pit.

The little girl came to their burial place, and when she looked up, there were unnamed tombstones all over the mountains and plains.

At this time, her lamp also went out.

Gongyu Baozhu hung the lantern on a nearby tree.

She clasped her hands together, and said with pink lips, "I'll see you off for the last time."

If the world is suffering, the gods will come to cross it.

I saw the strong wind blowing the little girl's red cloak, showing her petite figure a sassy and agile look.

Her eyebrows and eyes are exquisite, but with pity and compassion.

Gongyu Baozhu whispered a syntax mantra.

From the tomb, one by one transparent spirit bodies emitting white light slowly flew out.

They fly higher and higher.

Gongyu Baozhu raised her head, her watery eyes were rippling with Wubo.

"Follow the guidance of the light, may you find your way home."

Suddenly, a sharp mana waved.

Scatter the newly emerged spirit bodies!

Gongyu Baozhu frowned, and turned to look.

(End of this chapter)