I have Futian in my heart

Chapter 804 Heaven
That Sun Xia's eyes were cold, flickered for a while, and said: "Siege this Zheng's manor for a few days first!"

I will pay attention in my heart, and starve to death some refugees.As long as there are enough refugees dead, resentment will boil, and the words of the devil will be attracted.Then he can also drive out the devil and destroy the manor.

Of course, he couldn't say these words.Taipingdao has attracted many followers with the concept of saving the world and saving the people.

What he did was absolutely against political correctness, and it was something he could only do but not say!
He also pretended to give porridge to these refugees... Of course, a little gruel would not save many lives.It's nothing more than a show.

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"Fortunately, the weather is not hot now, otherwise, these moth thieves would die suddenly under the sun!"

Zheng Xiaoming said emotionally.

These yellow turban moth thieves have surrounded the entire manor for five or six days, from the panic at the beginning to the habit now.Everyone in Zheng's Manor is used to it!
At the beginning, I was worried that those moth thieves would dig up the city wall and ram the earth, causing the city wall to collapse, and it really made the whole manor tense for a while.

However, those moth thieves looked weak and did not move at all. Although they didn't know what these moth thieves were doing, it was already a lot of reassuring.

Zheng Lang smiled beside Zheng Xiaoming: "Wouldn't it be a good thing to kill a few moth thieves in the sun?"

He is Zheng's "commanding general", commanding a quarter of the troops in Zheng's manor.He is also the direct descendant of Zheng's third wife, and he is already considered a real power figure.

However, he believed that Zheng Xiaoming, who was born with the ability to speak and possessed visions, would definitely be a great figure in the future, and he might be able to revitalize the Zheng family.

In the past, there was no chance to curry favor, but now with the siege of the Golden Moth Thieves, Zheng Xiaoming has climbed the city wall for days, and he is already very familiar with it.

With these few days of contact, Zheng Lang believes that Zheng Xiaoming is definitely not simple.

For example, at this moment, seeing Zheng Xiaoming, he shook his head and said, "It's not that simple. These moth thieves fight and don't fight, they don't retreat, there must be some conspiracy!"

Yes, I heard that these yellow scarf thieves come from Taiping Road.Those Taiping Taoists seem to know magic? "

Zheng Lang was aroused by Zheng Xiaoming's words, but after hearing Zheng Xiaoming's culture, Zheng Lang still replied: "Exactly, it is said that these Taiping Taoists have boundless magic power. They can disperse the plague and heal the world. All over the world, treat these Taiping Taoists. Those who do not know how many.

If not.How could these Taiping Taoists gather so many people at once when they raised their troops! "

Zheng Xiaoming nodded slightly in his heart, which confirmed his guess.

With the siege of the past few days, many old and weak people among the refugees could not bear it and died miserably.

Although ordinary people can't see it with the naked eye, in Zheng Xiaoming's eyes, as more and more dead people are killed, they can clearly see the black air rising.

I don't know what people in Taiping Dao call this kind of black energy, but Zheng Xiaoming can recognize that it is Jiesha, the negative death energy between heaven and earth...it is the lower power of the energy of doom.

Although it is not one or two that is weaker than the aura of doom that destroys the world, but placed here, it is still a dangerous force that is extremely harmful. If it continues to gather, it will inevitably drive people's hearts and drive them crazy.

Thinking in his heart, his face became serious, and he said, "No! Give me porridge, we have to give these moth thieves porridge!"

As soon as these words came out, Zheng Lang was dumbfounded, and called Zheng Xiaoming's nickname: "Ah, you must not mess around. I know you sympathize with these moth thieves, but this is not the time to be soft-hearted... "

Zheng Xiaoming interrupted him bluntly, and said, "I'm not being soft-hearted. I suspect that these Yellow Turban thieves are deliberately starving these refugees to death here, so that they can cast spells!"

Zheng Lang who said this was dubious: "No way? Ahe. These Taiping Taoists and moth thieves are one, how could they starve to death on purpose? How do you know what spells they will cast? Could it be the Wu Zhuxue of the Yihe clan?" What have you been?"

Zheng Xiaoming smiled and didn't explain it. This kind of thing can't be explained clearly. The power of the primordial spirit moved slightly, connecting the vitality of heaven and earth, and then he stretched out his hand, and suddenly there was a wind, and a burst of flying sand and stones hit everyone in the city. Can't keep my eyes open.

At this moment, Zheng Lang and the soldiers of the Zheng clan who had been paying attention to their conversation all opened their eyes incredulously.

Zheng Lang asked tremblingly, "Ah, did you cause the wind just now?"

Zheng Xiaoming said with a half-smile, "Do you want me to try again?"

Then Zheng Lang immediately confirmed it, and immediately believed most of Zheng Xiaoming's words, and hurriedly said: "I can't be the master of the matter of distributing porridge and food, I will ask the Patriarch and the clan elders for instructions!"

Go in a hurry!

Zheng Xiaoming looked up at the sky with deep eyes.

Of course he wasn't trying to be handsome, but he was a little annoyed and bored.

Others see him waving like a strong wind, but how do they know that he is suffering?
Originally, the mana that Zheng Xiaoming used was enough to change the color of the situation, torrential rain and thunder.

But in this world of time and space, there is a kind of power suppression, which weakens his spellcasting power by at least [-]%.

What resulted in a violent storm turned into a breezy, breezy gale.This made Zheng Xiaoming very upset, but there was nothing he could do!
"This should be the so-called heaven in this world, suppressing the power of an outsider like me!
It is estimated that these guys in Taipingdao are now encountering the same problem as me... Their Huangtian power is also being suppressed by the heavens! "

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And with the strong wind blowing just now, that Han Peng's face suddenly became extremely ugly.He stared at Zheng Xiaoming standing on the top of the wall, trying to see Zheng Xiaoming clearly.

At the same time, thoughts like a storm were churning in my heart: "Is this Zheng Xiaoming, the born-born genius of the Zheng family?

To be able to wave wind and rain unexpectedly is indeed divine in nature.No wonder those nobles wanted me to lead troops to destroy the Zheng family in Wuxian County, and they also wanted me to kill this person! "

He thought in his heart, the murderous intent is great.At this moment, I finally made up my mind: "Give these believers a full meal, and then let them tear down the walls of Zheng's manor for me!"

Originally, it wasn't that he didn't think of digging into the fence of Zheng's manor, but he didn't do it, of course there was a reason.

The rammed earth wall of Zheng's Manor is tall and thick, but it is not so easy to dig and collapse.I'm afraid it will be difficult to do it without ten or eight days!

But if you don't eat enough to do heavy work, you don't have much strength, which consumes too much food!

Originally, Han Peng was reluctant because it would consume too much food.

(End of this chapter)