I am the Dragon King of the Well

Chapter 295 Boss, let me hug my thigh!

"drive!"

In the boundless snow field, countless cavalrymen dressed in snow-white leather robes with weathered and tired faces galloped from a distance.

To say they are cavalry is also to flatter them.

The clothes of this group of people are all in tatters, and they are of different ages. The older ones are estimated to be over fifty, but the youngest is only about eleven or twelve years old, and is only half a child.

Even, some women riding horses can be seen among them.

These people are not soldiers at all, but ordinary tribal people in the Northland.

It's just that they live as nomads, and the old and weak, women and children can also control the horses and strings.

"This...what's the situation?"

The old ghost boasted that he had experienced countless big scenes, so he was a little dazed at the moment.

But now the densely packed crowd may number more than [-], and it is unknown how many tribes gathered together to make up such a scale.

"Are these people crazy?"

The old ghost looked at these old and weak women and children rushing forward. These people were pure cannon fodder on the battlefield, and any soldier with a little training could kill them.

Why did this group of people rush over?
But immediately, he realized something, and he directly pulled Ao Cang.

"Your Highness, you must not do anything next, otherwise, the day you break through the original body, there will be endless disasters!"

It doesn't matter if the dozens of elephant people were killed before. After all, there are few people. With the background of the dragon clan, some disasters can be overcome.

But with such a large number of people, unless King Ming Ling did it himself, no god would be able to withstand the backlash that would kill them.

The way of heaven runs, and all living beings act in accordance with order.

If you kill too many people, you will destroy the order of heaven and earth, so there is no reason for you to survive.

After all, Ao Cang is not a fool, seeing so many people, naturally he would not rush forward foolishly.

The old ghost had a strong premonition that these people did not come for the secular army at all.

Their real purpose may be Shinto.

They want to use the resentment of these people when they died to inflict heavy damage on the Shinto.

Although Shinto was not the main messenger of this Northern Expedition, there must have been Shinto influence behind the court.

If it's just a fight on a normal scale, even a little backlash against the divine way can withstand it.

But once this place becomes a battlefield of flesh and blood, and the dead people reach a limit, they will inevitably spread and explode like fuel on the fire, and then follow the trace of cause and effect in the dark, and backlash to Shinto.

But what frightened the old ghost was that this approach was too cruel.

It is purely a tactic of injuring one hundred enemies and one thousand self-injury.

This method of using causal backlash to hurt the enemy must have been thought up by the practice forces, and in the Northland, the biggest practice force is the Great Snow Mountain.

If Daxueshan dared to do this, it might be that they would encounter a catastrophe in the heavens first.

Thinking of this, the old ghost couldn't help but "slap" his face twice.

What kind of evil did I do, how could I encounter such a thing.Once the resentment of the living beings erupts, they must be the first to die.

In comparison, the dozens of elephant men killed by Ao Cang just now are nothing at all.

Ao Cang watched the old ghost suddenly have a convulsion, and his heart began to become uneasy.

He cursed secretly in his heart, I have long said that Shinto acts so radically, it will definitely cause big trouble.

That's all right, we're done together.

Just when Ao Cang was also annoyed, in the snow field to the west, suddenly the flag wavered, and more than a thousand cavalry came galloping.

Compared with the shabby appearance of the northern cavalry, these cavalry each wore black leather armor, with iron plates as protection at key points, scimitars at their waists, curved bows and quiveres at their backs, and even the horses under their crotches were much taller.

On the flag, embroidered with a huge word "dry".

This is the banner of the Central Plains Dynasty, no wonder the equipment is so much better.

After all, the Northland is barren, and iron smelting is difficult. It is not enough to make swords, let alone armor.

This also led to a considerable gap in combat effectiveness between the two sides.

Just these one thousand cavalry can chase and kill the three thousand cavalry in the Northland.

Obviously, the Hu people mobilized such a large-scale team to attack the luggage. If the Central Plains Dynasty didn't notice anything, those scouts might all have their heads cut off.

Right now, these cavalry were sent to protect the luggage.

But the old ghost only felt chills all over his body. He felt that this was a trap. Someone was going to turn this place into a battlefield of blood and blood. These cannon fodder came here with great fanfare to attract the attention of the Central Plains Dynasty.

"Mingling King bless you, you have always planned everything, I can see through this kind of thing, you always expected it a long time ago."

The old ghost muttered twice in his heart, he could only pray silently now.

……

"How is this good?"

Qiu Ping looked at the pool of blood in front of him and the towering human bones and moon building, his little face was a little distorted.

He's stuck here, and he has no way out.

To be precise, he doesn't know where to go now.

The bone and moon building looked very strange, he didn't dare to get close to it, and the pool of blood under him was extremely disgusting, he was worried about any pollution, so he didn't dare to move around.

"Call you greedy!"

Qiu Ping wanted to slap himself twice. Two years ago, he went to the Arhat Temple for greed and was almost beaten to death. Now he is trapped in the monk's nest.

He found out that he had been at odds with the monk in his life.

Just when Little Loach scratched his head and didn't know what to do, the golden thread behind him finished the last point.

His figure was illusory for a while, and then disappeared into the void.

Speaking of which, Qiu Ping stayed in the convoy for three months, logically speaking, he should have crossed long ago.

But because someone in the baggage train was always watching, the golden thread behind him was also delayed.

There is no one around him now, which also triggered his time travel.

Little Loach closed and opened his eyes, and when he saw the scene in front of him clearly again, he found that he had arrived at a particularly strange place.

"This is... the moon?"

Qiu Ping looked at the craters, big or small, all over the ground, and the gravity environment where he could jump up high with a single leap. He felt that he should have reached the moon.

But it shouldn't be, this is not the earth.

The moon in this world is not a small satellite, but one of the origins of the world, the vast and boundless lunar star.

Not to mention him, even if an immortal who has just become an immortal steps here, he will be shocked to death by the terrifying coercion immediately.

Just kidding, Taiyin Xingjun is notoriously bad tempered.

If this is not a lunar star, what is it?
Qiu Ping tried it on the ground with his paws. There was a layer of thin silver sand on the ground, pouring from the palm of his hand, like a waterfall, and even a little magnificent.

If he stepped on it, he could still leave a few footprints.

Although it looked fun, Little Loach didn't have any expectations for this time travel.

After all, after the time travel is over, I still have to go back to that ghostly place, and I can't escape at all.

His heart has already begun to rot, so hurry up and destroy it.

tired.

He didn't even bother to wear Xiao Qinglong's coat.He still wished to be recognized by others, in case someone might recognize him and save him.

Qiu Ping was squatting on the ground, his paws unconsciously drawing circles.

"Hello, what are you doing here?"

But suddenly, a peaceful and clear voice came from his ear.

"Huh? Someone? There are people in this ghost place?"

Qiu Ping stood up abruptly, and looked at the person who came with some excitement. The person who appeared in this strange place must not be a mortal.

He looked up, but he was a middle-aged man with a hunched waist, dressed in gray clothes, and dressed as a servant.

"Boss, are you a fairy?"

Qiu Ping's eyes were shining.

The middle-aged man looked at Little Loach, and then at the broom in his hand.

"Uh... Obviously, I'm a little boy who sweeps the floor."

The words of Little Loach made the middle-aged servant a little silent.

"Boss, let me ask you a question, if you are trapped in a place, how should you get out?"

Qiu Pingcai didn't believe the other party's nonsense, but he had read it from martial arts novels, and generally the ones who sweep the floor are big bosses.

"Um... I want to know too."

The middle-aged man seemed to have broken his defenses. He looked at the surrounding environment with a trace of confusion in his eyes.

"Maybe I didn't describe it clearly enough. It's a bloody place with a big umbrella. You know, the umbrella is the kind that keeps out the rain. Of course, this umbrella is not for keeping out the rain, but I didn't say it can't keep out the rain..."

Little Loach gestured for a long time, trying to clarify his needs.

But after the middle-aged man heard this, he became even more confused.

"But I... am just a sweeper."

The corner of the middle-aged man's mouth twitched, he didn't know why the loach showed so much confidence in him.

"Boss, you must save me, tell me your god name quickly, are you the legendary Taiyin Star Lord?"

Qiu Ping hugged the middle-aged man's thigh, begging bitterly.

"Snapped."

The middle-aged man fell to the ground with his face facing the ground, leaving a clear outline of his face on the soft sand.

The little loach was stunned, but the middle-aged man coughed twice and tried to get up.

"Cough, cough, cough, bah, bah, I told you all, I just swept the floor away."

The middle-aged man frantically wiped the dust off his face, expressing his helplessness.

"Ugh."

Little Loach looks a little lonely, it seems that I am still too optimistic.

That's right, where are there so many bigwigs in this world?

"You are so young, why are you sighing?"

The middle-aged man wiped off the dust on his face, his face regained its peaceful appearance, and picked up the broom to sweep up the dust on the ground.

"I just sigh."

Qiu Ping sighed louder as if angry.

"Young people should be full of vigor. There are infinite possibilities in the future. It is not good to sigh at the slightest blow."

The man held a broom in his hand and was talking to Qiu Ping while sweeping the ground.

Qiu Ping turned his face away, not wanting to talk to this person at all.

I'm so annoying.

Little Loach took out two balls of paper and stuffed them into his ears.

"Young people are the sun at every hour, and you have a lot of time to deal with difficulties."

The man swept up the dust on the ground and talked to Qiu Ping slowly.

"Swish."

The dust on the ground has accumulated for an unknown number of years. The broom has swept one layer, but in a blink of an eye another layer has accumulated, and it seems that it will never be swept away.

But the middle-aged man never got tired of it, and still cleaned it seriously, even picked up the little muddy's feet, and cleaned the footprints under his feet.

But in an instant, after the soles of the little loach fell, the footprints appeared again.

"There's so much dust here, why are you sweeping him?"

After holding it in for a long time, Little Niachan finally couldn't help it anymore. He felt that this person might not even have a good brain besides his low cultivation.

"The dust here used to be so thick. After I cleaned it, now it is only so thick. One day, I will be able to clean up the dust here."

When it comes to his major, the middle-aged man looks a little excited.

He proudly showed off his floor-sweeping achievements with Qiu Ping, but Little Niqiu couldn't tell the difference from his movements.

I am so stupid, what am I talking to a big fool.

"Would you like to come together? I think the two of us working together will come faster than one. Maybe there will be a third or fourth person coming here in the future. Let's sweep the floor together, so that we can clean up the place faster."

The middle-aged man magically took out a broom from behind and placed it beside Qiu Ping.

"This is too stupid. I am a dignified sixth-rank true god, and Mr. Nixiu, who is promoted by the Falling Dragon Pass, I won't sweep the floor."

Although Little Loach was born with mud legs, but now he claims to be a civilized person, so naturally he doesn't want to do such a thing.

He curled his lips and just squatted there, watching this big fool sweep the floor.

"Shushasha...shashasha..."

The middle-aged man's broom rubbed against the dust on the ground, and the sound was actually a bit sweet.

His steps are brisk, and there is always a faint smile on his face, as if he has a wonderful enjoyment from sweeping the floor.

"Crack."

The little loach took out a peach from the space of the scales, bit it with a click, and ate it so that the juice overflowed.

"Gudu."

The throat of the middle-aged man who was sweeping the floor rolled slightly, but when he saw the little loach looking towards him, he quickly turned his head away again.

"Swish."

He continued to sweep the floor.

"Snapped."

A peach pit fell into the sand in front of him, half of the moist peach was not cleaned, even though it was stained with dust, it still looked so attractive.

"What a waste of money."

The middle-aged man secretly thought it was a pity, but he had to clean the peach pits and dust together.

At this moment, a black shadow crossed a parabola in the air, and the middle-aged man rushed to catch it.

It is a peach.

As if nothing happened, Little Loach changed to a red fruit and continued to eat.

Although we are about to die, we have to be a stuffed ghost when we die.

"Thank you, I have never eaten such a good thing."

The middle-aged man wiped the peach on his body, then bit down, eating it like a little loach, his face was covered in juice.

"Crack clap."

"Crack clap."

Both of them ate the fruit and enjoyed it very much.

A trace of emotion rose in the middle-aged man's heart. In this world, not only can cleaning the ground satisfy the soul, but also eating.

This kind of thing called peach is really delicious.

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