The more the fairy suffers, the greater my cultivation will be

The sound of the drums was loud and clear, and the people and officials in the city could hear it clearly.

On the towering city wall, a messenger raised his hand and banged the magnificent drum beside him. This drum was specially used to convey information.

"Dongdong~Dong!"

The two heavy and one light drum sounds came out like the roar of a dragon and a tiger. The sound was passionate and loud, and it suddenly resounded throughout the city like a huge bell. The people and officials in the city could hear it clearly.

In the solemn and solemn prefectural mansion.

A middle-aged man with a scholar's beard and a gorgeous official robe was sitting opposite a beautiful girl who looked like a lotus flower emerging from the water, and they were concentrating on playing chess.

"Guoguo, Daddy has carefully selected several outstanding men for you. You can go on a blind date tomorrow to see if they are suitable for you."

The middle-aged man said slowly with a kind smile, and at the same time, he picked up a black chess piece with his right hand elegantly and placed it gently on the chessboard.

The girl just grabbed a snow-white chess piece in her hand, and heard her father mentioned that she should go on a blind date again. She was so angry that she let go of her hand and threw the chess piece back into the chess box.

"Dad, I don't want a blind date. I will never marry in this life!"

The girl said loudly angrily, her pretty face was full of anger, and her smart eyes flashed with stubborn light.

"My dear daughter, you should relax. Now that you are no longer an immortal, you should do what mortals should do. Getting married and having children is your destiny. Otherwise, when your father dies in a hundred years, you will be old and alone. What will you do?"

The middle-aged man looked kind and patiently comforted her.

"So what! I can live very well alone!"

The girl stubbornly crossed her arms around her chest, tilted her head to one side, pouted her lips, and looked unconvinced.

"Ah!" The middle-aged man sighed heavily and was about to continue persuading, but suddenly, a burst of exciting drum sounds came, "Dongdong~Dong!"

Instantly, the middle-aged man's face was stern, and he stood up suddenly, frowning, "What on earth is going on? Why did this war drum sound for no reason?"

"Dad, what does this drum sound mean?"

The girl also hurriedly stood up, frowning slightly, her eyes full of worry, and asked anxiously.

"This is the sound of the enemy's attack. But our Lingshui City is in the hinterland. It stands to reason that the army of the Great Han Kingdom would never come to attack us so silently." The middle-aged man stroked his beard and thought solemnly.

"Dad, maybe it's bandits or robbers. Isn't the drought extremely serious recently? Bandits are everywhere."

The girl tilted her head and frowned slightly.

"Well, it's possible. I need to go to the city gate to see what's going on. You stay at home and don't walk around."

The middle-aged man said seriously, his official robe fluttering in the wind, and his scholar's beard swaying gently.

"No, I want to go too! I'm not much worse than those men."

The girl shook her head vigorously, her eyes were extremely firm, and her pretty face was full of stubbornness.

The middle-aged man looked at his daughter, nodded slightly after thinking for a moment, and then took his daughter to the city gate quickly.

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At the city gate.

The tall and mighty Qin Shou was seen holding the general in one hand, and threw him fiercely in front of the group of victims like throwing garbage.

"Plop!" A dull sound came.

The general fell down in a mess, and the helmet on his head flew off and fell to the ground. His long hair was spread out, and his face and body were covered with dust, which made him look extremely sloppy.

"Cough cough cough!"

He coughed heavily several times, and then slowly raised his head. When he looked at the group of refugees in front of him, a pungent smell of sourness emanated from these people.

He was furious and struggled to get up, ready to yell at these people to get out of the way.

At this time, Qin Shou's deep and powerful voice suddenly sounded, "Hurry up and kowtow to this woman and admit your mistake!"

The voice was like a ghost, with a hint of creepy breath. The general turned his head in horror and looked at the young man in white who was walking towards him step by step, his eyes full of fear.

"Yes, yes, yes!"

He nodded hurriedly, then kowtowed to the woman in front of him who was holding the child and who had been kicked by him, and kept muttering, "I was wrong, I shouldn't have kicked you."

"Sir, you can't do this! Get up quickly."

The woman was terrified. She had never experienced an official kowtow to her. Even though this person had hurt her before, the fear of the official from the bottom of her heart made her unable to bear such a thank you.

"Don't get up!"

Qin Shou's cold voice sounded again. He had already walked to the side of the general and kicked him to the ground.

Then he stepped on his chest, and the hard black armor sank a little under his feet.

"Forgive me, I don't dare!"

The general hugged the foot that stepped on his chest with both hands and begged for mercy. Tears and snot flowed down together, looking extremely embarrassed.

Qin Shou knew that the general's psychological defenses had completely collapsed, so he took the opportunity to ask: "I ask you questions and you answer them. If I am not satisfied with your answers, I will immediately trample you to death!"

"Ask! Ask, I will tell you the truth."

The general responded as if he had grabbed a life-saving straw.

"Does Lingshui City have disaster relief grain?"

Qin Shou asked the most concerned question in the hearts of the victims.

When the victims heard this question, they all stretched their necks and looked forward to the general's answer.

Because they came here after hearing that Lingshui City was distributing disaster relief grain.

For this relief grain, many people even starved to death on the way.