In front of the dilapidated seed stand, under the iron pillar with countless figures hanging on it.

Zhao Zheng, dressed in black, raised his head gently when he heard the voice, and he looked at Wuchang who was bowing and said slowly:

"Remember the name Xianqin, we may still see you."

Zhao Zheng smiled softly.

Imperial smiled and felt a little trembling in my heart.

Zhao Zheng looked at Wuchang with a domineering look in his coldness.

Impermanence doesn't want to see you again.

Everything about Xianqin is so weird.

For example, it seems that there is only one young man here, but Xian Qin can capture everyone in the Dawn Base without showing any expression.

For example, how can huge stone pillars weighing several tons be inserted directly into tall buildings?

All this seems to be impossible for humans to do.

The boy in front of him had an inexplicable evil spirit.

There is a silent domineering attitude in him, as if it is eroding everything at all times.

The black sword in his hand was extremely strange.

“I will remember.”

Wuchang bowed and whispered.

Then he stood up and waved his hand behind him. The Taotie people behind him immediately began to withdraw the team when they saw it.

They also realized that something was wrong here.

Countless people ran onto the vehicle quickly, and then Wuchang slowly bowed and retreated into the vehicle.

Finally, cars slowly drove to the distance.

Only the slaves from Zhao Zhengwei who came from afar were left, as well as bags of seeds and food.

Wang Miao looked at this scene blankly, and the infamous Taotie was actually making compensation.

How could they compensate?

And they were as afraid of this young man as a snake or a scorpion.

"Is Xian Qin?"

Wang Miao murmured this word and recalled all this in his mind.

"I remember Qin was a country in ancient times. Does it mean that some people call Xian Qin as their name?"

"Ancient costume, long hair, weird and unpredictable."

Wang Miao regretted it a little.

He knew he seemed to have been trapped.

Wuchang deliberately slowed down, probably because they expected that they would conflict with this inexplicable force called "Xian Qin" when they came here.

Even Wuchang probably knew that they would definitely be defeated by the "Xian Qin".

"Damn Taotie!"

Wang Miao gritted his teeth.

On the earth, after the Taotie crowd slowly left, the slaves scattered here looked at the boy in front of him with some fear.

According to the communication just now, they were all given to this master from Xianqin by Taotie.

In their opinion, this young man was really weird and powerful.

Someone said softly in fear:

"grown ups?"

Zhao Zheng, who was in black, gently put Mo Yuan into the scabbard. He frowned and slowly looked up at everyone.

"Don't call me Lord, you can call me Wang Sunzheng."

One person raised his hand and said carefully: "Wang Sunzheng, can you ask what you want to deal with us?"

In the end of the world, there are all kinds of people.

As slaves, all they want is enough to survive.

Unfortunately, sometimes even this small requirement cannot be met.

So they can only hope that the boy in front of them will be a good master.

"Come with me!"

Zhao Zheng turned around and walked towards the distance. Everyone followed Zhao Zheng tremblingly and walked towards the distance.

It seems that he has completely forgotten the people who were hung on the iron pillars of the building.

Seeing that Zhao Zheng was about to leave, Wang Miao was panicked.

A city full of ghouls is likely to be no one to come for ten days and half a month.

And even if someone comes and is unarmed in the end of the world, what can they do?

He immediately roared:

"Wang Sunzheng, can you talk about it?"

"Talk? The prisoner at the ranks? What can you talk to me?"

Zhao Zheng, who had already walked away, paused slightly, and his voice sounded softly.

It's like a dragon and tiger standing on the peak and looking down.

Wang Miao was silent.

"Use my life!"

"The fate of an ordinary man is useless."

"What does Wang Sunzheng want?"

Zhao Zheng slowly turned his head and looked up at Wang Miao.

"You can't give what I want."

"But you are still useful."

"Tell me the world that Xian Qin is here."

"Is Xian Qin here?"

While Wang Miao was muttering to himself, Zhao Zheng turned around and his long gown moved with the wind.

The winds that originated from the Qin and Han dynasties seem to be about to rise in this world.

Countless slaves also wrote down this name in their hearts, and they slowly followed Zhao Zheng's pace toward the distance.

Wang Miao looked at the figure that was leaving and roared: "But Wang Sunzheng, you haven't let me go yet!"

Unfortunately, no matter how Wang Miao roared, Zhao Zheng did not turn back until he and everyone disappeared into the distant horizon.

"What is this?"

Wang Miao slowly lowered his head and looked at the empty street.

He was more than ten meters away from the ground, and as long as he fell down, he would be crushed to pieces.

"This is a dead end!"

At the moment when he sighed, more and more people woke up.

Everyone looked at the scene in horror. On this land, this kind of bondage was a dead end.

Wang Miao is in dismay.

"Sorry, I'm the one who hurt you."

Just as Wang Miao opened his mouth, countless streams of light suddenly flashed in the air, like the light spots in the galaxy above the nine heavens, and like endless fireflies in the wilderness.

"This is?"

Countless voices sounded.

Wang Miao looked at the streaming light in front of him, as if it was the streaming light before they fell down.

The dazzling stream of light directly cut off the ropes in the air, and countless people fell from the air.

But when everyone landed on the ground, it seemed that some inexplicable thing had removed its strength, and everyone landed on the ground lightly.

The next moment, Wang Miao's rope also broke. He fell from the sky in an instant, and suddenly, when he was about to touch the ground, all his strength seemed to be dispersed.

He slowly climbed up with his hands, but saw dozens of people holding long swords, wearing long gowns and dressing styles like a boy. The leader was wearing a light blue gown.

Even if everyone didn't speak, Wang Miao knew that these people must be from Xian Qin.
To be continued...