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As soon as the old man's words came out, Cheng Chuliang's body was shaking, but he was still talking:

"general Cheng, please let us go."

"General, you live in Chang'an, where there are countless talents. No matter what kind of demons and ghosts you dare not be presumptuous. You can not worship gods and immortals, but we can not."

While talking, the old man kowtowed to Cheng Chuliang again:

"we are just a bunch of mud legs. We just want to live. Please let us go."

The old man kowtowed every word.

If at ordinary times, facing this kind of person whose age is close to 100, how dare Cheng Chuliang accept others' loud head.

But now Cheng Chuliang's heart has become a mess. Looking at the people kneeling down, he has only one idea in his heart:

"am I really wrong?"

"But I want to help you."

Hearing Cheng Chuliang's words, the old man whose forehead was covered with ashes and blood suddenly raised his head:

"we don't need it!"

With the old man's age, how can he not find that Cheng Chuliang is a little strange now? Thinking of Cheng Chuliang's usual care for them, the old man's eyes flashed a trace of intolerance.

But soon, the old man gritted his teeth and pretended not to see it.

As he said before, they are ordinary people. In this world, what they want more is to live and live well.

The old man's words have been passed into Cheng Chuliang's ears word by word, and every word falls on his heart like a sledgehammer.

"It turns out that all I've done is in vain all the time?"

What is more sad than that I pay for you wholeheartedly, but you treat me as hurt?

My honey is your arsenic!

Cheng Chuliang felt as if he had entered the boundless darkness in an instant, and the surrounding environment was getting darker and darker.

"Poof ~"

after a long time, a mouthful of blood gushed directly from Cheng Chuliang's mouth. At the same time, his breath declined directly from the peak of the celestial being to the earth immortal, the human immortal, and even to the Banxian.

However, in the face of all this, Cheng Chuliang didn't seem to feel it. He just mumbled: "originally, I've been harming you all the time."

Cheng Chuliang vomits blood. Everyone around him sees it. Their eyes move. They want to comfort him, but they are blocked by Wang Po's eyes.

Looking at Cheng Chuliang's appearance, the old lady on one side turned her lips disdainfully:

"don't you worship the river god quickly? Aren't you afraid of his anger and scolding?"

When she spoke, Wang Po looked at the hesitant people around her: "you mud legs, you really don't know how good you are. Even if they are injured, they are also the son of the Duke. At that time, some people will take care of you, but if you die, maybe others won't know."

As Wang Po's voice fell, the eyes of the people around her became indifferent again.

They think what Wang po said is very reasonable.

Cheng Chuliang is the son of the Duke of the kingdom. He has been able to practice for a long time. He doesn't need to worry about starvation or being killed. He will never have to worry about his clothes and food.

But they can't. They have to work hard for a steamed bun, and they have to work hard for a piece of meat.

They are a group of mole ants. Even if they are dead, they can only stink quietly. Those upper class people will not know what they have experienced.

Feeling the mood changes of the people, Wang Po's mouth showed a deep and inexplicable look:

"don't you hurry up?"

When they heard Wang Po's words, they looked coldly at Li Lin, and then they would throw her into the river to sacrifice to the river god.

At this moment, there was a clapping voice:

"Pa Pa Pa"

Along with the applause came a young man in a white robe.

The boy's face with a smile, looks like a small sun, but I don't know why, when the boy looked at himself, Wang Po felt his eyes as cold as ice and snow.

"It's really a powerful mouth."

Seeing Wang Po, the boy said with a smile.

"Who are you?"

Hearing the young man's words, Wang Po stepped back vigilantly, and then continued:

"look, it's the son of another Prince and nobleman. Why, does this adult want to stop us?"

Looking at the look on Wang Po's face, Chu fan disdains to curl his mouth. He is not Cheng Chuliang's stupid boy. He will vomit blood with a few words.

Hearing Wang Po's words, Chu fan was still smiling:

"Wang Po is joking. I won't stop you from offering sacrifices to the river god."Chu fan is still a smile, let the people around completely put down the hostility to him.

"What's the purpose of this young master?"

Unlike other people, Wang Po is full of vigilance for Chu fan:

"if you just want to watch the ceremony, please step back a little, and don't disturb the river god."