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"Save her, save her!"

"No matter who you are, a god or a devil, as long as you can save her, I am willing to give everything I have."

"Save her, please save her!"

...

A vague and clear whisper kept ringing deep in the soul, with humility and pleading in it extremely strong.

He couldn't help but wake up from the stinging pain of his soul.

In a daze, he tried hard to gather his spirit and recalled everything that happened, mainly to accept the sudden extra obscure memories in his soul.

It was the language of a strange world, some words, some martial arts, and some scattered human geography.

The most common one is a plea and entanglement without a name and codenamed "Ma Shisan".

‘I died, died in the explosion of the sun…’

‘No, I'm not dead…’

‘I am, Mulong City!’

Just like lightning breaks through the soul, Mu Long City's spirit is shocked, regardless of the whispering sounds coming from the soul.

Suddenly, he opened his eyes.

Rumble!

The rolling thunder exploded on the earth, and the lightning broke through the secrets of heaven and illuminated the gloomy rain curtain.

Thunder, lightning, heavy rain, cold temperature, dumped alien carriages, blood-stained mud, corpses...

The shouts of killing not far away, the collision of swords and swords, and the sound of gold and iron clashing.

All of them were in my heart, and they were captured one by one by one, and then they were refined into more subtle messages.

In the years of growing plants, the substances contained in rain, and even the forces contained in the sound of metal and iron collision...

Click!

The raindrops slapped on the leaves, rolled and fell into the pile of blood-soaked dead bodies, dripping into the corner of Mu Longcheng's eyes.

Without blinking, he let the rain pass through the corners of his eyes, lifted his wet palms, overturned the cold corpse on his side, and covered the hideous knife marks on his left chest.

"A long-lost pain..."

He turned over and sat up, looking at everything hazy in the rain, even the collision of swords, fighting, angrily scolding, and body tearing, all made him so intoxicated.

"Why, I am so happy? Because of the newborn? No, it's not just this..."

Mu Longcheng murmured in his heart, but it did not prevent him from accepting the memories in his mind.

The Dayong Dynasty was the name of the country where he was located at this time.

This is a country similar to the Zhou Dynasty in Xuanxing in ancient times. The emperor ruled with 84,000 entrusted officials, marquis or kings, and divided them into various places.

Eighty thousand princes were large or small, with tens of millions of land and billions of people, and large, and ruled the states, with a vast territory of thousands of times larger than the former.

The emperors of Dayong have been lying high in the sacred city and overlooking the people of the world for more than 700,000 years!

The original owner of this body was the little groom on the mansion of a small prince of the Dayong Dynasty, "Horse Chen".

Codenamed "Ma Thirteen", it specializes in taking care of a white jade dragon horse that can travel thousands of miles a day.

"Dragon Horse..."

Looking eastward, Mulong City is the place where the battle is the most intense.

Many men in black waved their swords and slashed the guards, rushing to a luxurious carriage ride with a shoulder height of 80 meters and a cold current.

"Save her, save her!"

Just as Mu Long City looked at the chariot, a strong thought came from the depths of his soul, humility, begging, and even threatening.

This is the obsession that the original owner has never dissipated.

This slave, co-named "Ma Shisan", loved Miss Chen Hou Shisan in the carriage.

The original owner had a deep obsession, and he was lying in his entire body, and he had extremely strong demands, urging him to protect the Thirteenth Miss who he had actually met only a few times.

"Human hearts are subtle, and he has a crush on his 'master' who randomly whips and scolds him? No, he's just a canine."

Mu Longcheng chewed the original owner's memory in his heart, thinking about something.

He was not concerned about the original owner's obsession, but was curious about the means used by the royal family of the Dayong Dynasty to suppress the princes of the world for 800,000 years.

In the pitiful memory of the original owner, there are traces of real "gods and demons".

In fact, the Thirteenth Princess and her younger brother seem to be heading to the real God and Demon Sect ‘Xuandu Sect’.

Then, these men in black...

Bang!

While Mu Longcheng was thinking about it, the battle situation not far away changed again.

In the chariot, a thin and short figure lifted the curtain and shook the surrounding rain. At the same time, a handleless broken sword had already swept through the rain curtain.

Immediately, screams and the remaining limbs took off, and the sprayed blood danced with the heavy rain.

In less than a moment, the many men in black who surrounded and killed were all retreating, with casualties and injuries.

"I am afraid that you don't have the courage to surround and kill Hou Chen to the mansion."

A group of thin old men stood on the back of the white horse with their hands behind their backs. The eyes of the Yinqiu swept across the man in black with a shocked face and said lightly:

"Don't hide friends over there, just come out!"

"Hahaha!"

The sound moved everywhere, and the rainy curtains and forests were trembling. A majestic figure stepped through the rain curtain, pressing against the thin old man with the mountain falling:

"I'm out, what's going on with you old dog?"

call!

The invisible aura was pressing down, and the heavy rain was suppressed silently for a while. The cold air filled the fields, making everyone tremble.

"Mountain Bow?!"

Seeing the visitor, the old man's face suddenly sank, and a look of fear flashed in his eyes: "How dare you be an enemy of my Chen family?!"

The old man's heart sank.

This mountain bow is a famous thief in Chen State. His methods are cruel and ruthless, and he doesn't know how many lives he has under his command.

"Don't say it's you, old dog, even if Chen Ba comes first, what can you do?"

Shan Gong sneered and raised his hand:

"Look at your Fenglei Sword, which is almost as good as Chen Baxian!"

Collapse collapse collapse collapse collapse collapse collapse collapse ~~~

Almost as the mountain bow raised his hand, there were thunderous sounds exploded in the rain.

Then, arrows, light or dark, roared with the extremely harsh sound boom.

"You dare!"

The old man's eyes widened, and the flying sword hanging behind him trembled suddenly, and had drawn out silver crafts, slashing towards the rain of arrows coming from all directions.

Strong and firm ~

Wherever the sword light arrived, all the arrows were beheaded.

But the old man's expression changed drastically. After several waves of arrow rains, his face turned pale:

"There is a magic archer?"

"There is only such a means?"

Seeing the old man's sword light slowing down, Shan Gong sneered and took a step forward, and while countless mud and water were splashing everywhere, he roared thunder:

"kill!"

boom!

A roar was astonished as if it was rocky.

In just a moment, the trees around them and even the rain curtain were cut off by invisible sound waves.

The flying sword shook.

"not good!"

The old man's eyes were so bloody that he flew forward as he stepped forward, and he waved his sleeves and raised violent waves of air, lifting the white horse and the chariot dozens of feet away:

"My little master, run away!"

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To be continued...