Hand over the rivers and mountains to please you: wrong to be the emperor's wife

Chapter 73 Try Your So-Called Bomb? 13
Jiang Yuan was a little strange, logically speaking, in the same place, it is impossible for one place to grow trees and grass, while another place has no grass.

"Strange?" Qi Xuan slowly put a smile on his left face, gloomy and stern.

"It's not surprising." It must not be a good thing. If you know more, you will have more trouble. She will not ask for trouble.

Qi Xuan Zuo looked through her face, but he was very interested and insisted on giving her a fortress.

"This... used to be the place where everyone in the royal family died."

His speech was very slow, very slow, but every word was very clear, so clear that his hatred could be heard.

He pointed with his slender fingers, "There."

"It's the place where they threw their corpses. The trees, flowers and plants there are so lush and fertile."

"Their blood, their corpses, all became the most fertile fodder."

"Here, everyone calls it the Valley of Death."

Qi Xuanzuo approached Jiang Yuan step by step, raised her chin, and looked straight into her eyes, "Are you afraid?"

It is obviously very violent and full of hatred, why can she hear endless sorrow?
Jiang Yuan saw the extremely deep pain hidden in his eyes, and her heart ached sharply in an instant.

However, it was only for a moment, and the moment belonged to her Jiang Yuan's emotions towards Qi Xuanzuo.

Jiang Yuan turned his face away, smiled lightly, and opened his lips and said, "I'm not afraid."

"Very good." Qi Xuan took a left step forward, "Then come on, try your so-called bomb?"

Jiang Yuan checked the direction with his eyes, put the bomb in the center of the valley, and then said to Qi Xuan who was standing behind him, "As soon as I ignite it, you take me and fly over there."

Jiang Yuan pointed to the direction of the woods, about this distance, it shouldn't be hurt.

Of course, the power of the bomb is not as powerful as those advanced modern bombs, even less than one thousandth, or one ten thousandth.

But in ancient times, it was the most lethal weapon.

"it is good."

Jiang Yuan squatted down, pulled out the torch, and lit the fuse.

At the same time, Qi Xuanzuo held Jiang Yuan's waist again, and quickly flew towards the forest.

(End of this chapter)