Queen of the Black Phoenix

Chapter 711 God... bless...

The fireworks outside the city are like fireworks.

Smoke billows.

Can't see people clearly.

Presumably people should be red.

Because there's blood everywhere.

In fact, Shencheng already had gunpowder.

At first, it was discovered that this is the little princess Yiren.

It is said that empress Xiao Zhao was unwell for a while, and Shen Huangyu had a new favorite, and there were always women in the harem emerging in endlessly.

In order to please her mother, Princess Yiren invented fireworks to make her smile.

Fireworks were set off all over the sky.

The whole city of Shanghai was shocked.

Empress Xiao Zhao finally showed her face amidst the fireworks.

But that's all.

Fireworks are still fireworks.

The sound was loud, and a very bright light burst out in the dark night, bright, dazzling, and fleeting.

But the fireworks brought by the Kingdom of the Great Emperor are completely different, making the heavens and the earth cry, ghosts crying and wolves howling.

Hearing the loud noise, the people of Shen Guo, whose doors and windows were closed, didn't even have the courage to poke their heads out to see what was happening outside.

They hid in the house, and even hid directly in the bed.

Knowing that it was useless, if something happened, they would be caught even if they hid under the bed, but they still felt that the corner of the bed was safer than other places.

outside the window.

The second prince's carriage stopped slowly.

There seemed to be fewer guards around him, at least he could see the appearance of the second prince directly.

And the carriage slowed down because someone was coming head-on.

The Shencheng man had his spine broken by the second prince.

Countless people knew what was going on, but still huddled in the corner of the bed.

Knowing what will happen to them in the future.

They would be the next slaves, and with luck, the next.

Their children would also become slaves.

Their ancestors will be slaves for generations.

But such fear can't motivate them.

They are just scared.

hide in fear.

But there are also those who do not hide.

It's not that they are not afraid, they are more afraid.

They opened the door and walked into the street.

Someone is pulling them behind them, and they hope the pulling force is strong enough to keep them.

But in the end, he was cruel and shook off that hand.

Cao Jiu is like this.

He threw off the hands of the third miss of the Zhou family, Zhou Yunzhu, his wife.

very firm.

He shook off Cao Lannuan, her small and soft hands felt as heavy as a thousand pieces of gold.

Because it was his daughter.

He finally got rid of it.

out the door.

The moment he turned around, he burst into tears.

The next moment, he wiped away his tears and hurried out.

……

on the street.

A rare person, like a ghost on the street, frightened, like a lonely ghost walking on the road to the gate of hell.

Not only were his hands and feet trembling and weak, but even his heart and soul were trembling timidly.

But then there were three or five people.

Trembling slightly.

The heart is slightly less cold, and even warms up a little.

Then three or five people became seven or eight people, ninety people, twelve or three...

Doors are closed everywhere, but there are inexplicably more people on the street.

more and more.

More and more, forming a small team.

The small team gradually grew.

getting bigger.

They didn't laugh or speak, they just walked forward in silence.

Before the gate of hell, probably no one has the desire to chat.

I was afraid that I would want to run back as soon as I opened my mouth.

I was afraid that I would cry as soon as I opened my mouth, and lost my momentum.

The team didn't move fast, but it wasn't slow either.

Especially when they heard explosions one after another, some people even fell down in fright.

Then someone around him picked him up and continued walking forward.

At the beginning, there were only young and middle-aged people in this team, and then gradually there were old people, women, and children.

is a child.

The child who walks in the line is only at the height of other people's elbows.

He was originally a child from a well-to-do family. Looking at the tattered robe on his body, it can be seen that although the robe is tattered, the material is very good, and the flowers on the material are also meticulously crafted.

But suddenly one day, his father committed a crime and was arrested, and never came back. His mother went to look for him, but never came back.

He happened to be not at home, and when he came home, his home was also taken over, and he was pushed away, saying that the second prince wanted to expropriate him.

He has no home, no parents, and has become a waif.

He was terrified, and the disappearance of his parents made him sad and terrified.

But waifs often disappear too.

It was very kind of him to meet a new friend among the waifs, and then that friend disappeared.

He was scared, scared to death.

But when he saw the crowd, he ran out and walked into the crowd.

He thought, if he died like this, he would always die in an aboveboard manner, not considered disappearing.

Then there are more and more children.

Even quickly accounted for a third of the crowd.

A vagrant who appeared out of nowhere, like a mouse in a hole.

In the past, when these children came out, they would be driven back by adults.

But this time, no one chased them away.

No one talks about protecting the weak, respecting the old and loving the young.

Because probably, at this moment, they are all weak.

Adults are no more powerful than children, nor more powerful than old people.

All they can do is die first.

The team is getting bigger and bigger.

And finally came to the second prince.

on a wide street.

Quietly confronted.

The second prince looked at the crowd playfully, frowning slightly.

There was no one he wanted to see in the crowd.

If there is no one he wants to meet, then what is he waiting for here?
Suddenly a little angry.

Feel like I wasted my time.

At this moment, the noise outside the city was suddenly abnormally loud.

It was so loud that the eaves on both sides of the street seemed to be shaking.

The tiles on an old house trembled and shook for a long time, and finally left its original position.

"Bang Dang" fell from the eaves.

hit the ground.

Broken into several pieces.

This old tile is like a signal.

Someone in the crowd shouted, "Come on!"

Then the crowd charged forward.

The people in front rushed up.

In front of him is the second prince of the kingdom of the great emperor, the fire ghost, the executioner who killed their relatives.

Those who rushed to the front had no fear in their hearts at this moment.

The people behind also rushed up.

After that...

Then, the arrow rain, the dense arrow rain is like the real spring rain.

Slanted, crossed, appeared.

That group of people is like a haystack for arrows.

The second prince looked at this scene indifferently, biting a leaf that could be picked anywhere in the palace.

Sour and bitter.

There are more and more corpses in front of him.

It even became a roadblock piled up...

outside the city.

Someone opened the city gate.

When most people closed the doors and windows tightly, some people came out from the doors and windows, and some of them went to die in front of the second prince.

Some people came to the city gate.

They know what they do.

The same is to die.

But dead are all worth it.

They think that after they die, the underworld will let them reincarnate in a good place, so that they can still be human in the next life.

Shencheng shook like an earthquake.

Countless explosives sounded densely at the same time.

That means many, many deaths.

In the smoke, in the splash of blood.

The city gate opened.

Shenyou rushed forward with the army.

No fluke, no hesitation.

The road paved with blood is a bit sticky.

The horseshoe may feel a little slippery when stepped on it.

Shenyou, wearing a dragon robe and battle armor, returned to her birthplace.

"God bless..."

"God bless..."

"God bless..."

A sky-shattering cry came from Dajun's mouth.

On both sides of the city wall, Cao Jiu, who was crushed under a big rock and could no longer see his lower body, could not see anyone in the thick smoke.

With his eyes closed tightly, he shouted: "God bless..."

There was no more sound.

In the dark bricks and mud, there is a smiling face that is gradually solidifying.

(End of this chapter)