Admiration: "His Royal Highness, how come you are so many days?"

Thank you for your pity, "I have been away for a long time?"

Going to come, going to the world, picking up the lake, going to the clouds and raining, day and night, has been spent a lot of time, but he is unaware. Admiration: "A few days! The prayers of the believers in the Prince's Hall are backed up."

At this time, thank you for feeling that the rain was weak, and reached out and said: "I have not explained it, let you deal with it first and foremost?"

We admire the feelings: "We can handle them naturally, but... there are still many pledges, we are not qualified to do the same level of work. So I have to let your Highness not to press too long, come back soon."

After he finished speaking, the rain stopped. This rain lasted longer than Xie Pity imagined, and he couldn't help but feel dignified. In the air, the dark clouds scattered slightly, and a bamboo-green bucket was laid down. Xie pity reached out and took the hand. He said, "You can see this situation, and I can't open it here."

Mourning Emei: "His Royal Highness, you borrowed the magic weapon of the Rain Master? Where is the water that moved from?"

Thanks to the pity: "Southern Rainmen."

Admire the feelings: "So far? How much mana do you want to move once? And each time the rainfall range is small, it is not long-lasting. If you consume it, how do you cope with the prayers of the princes?"

Not to mention him, thank you is also clear. He is the Valkyrie, and the believer in the Prince's Temple is the foundation of his temple and the source of mana. This move is tantamount to diverging. If you are not careful, I am afraid that both ends are not good, but what else is there?

Thanks to pity: "I know. But if you go on like this, if there is a movement in the Yongan area, the Taizi Temple will be affected sooner or later."

Mourning but said: "It is about to erupt!"

Thanks for being pity: "What?"

After listening to the love message, he quickly returned to the city of Xianle. When I came to Shenwu Street, I happened to meet a group of royal soldiers. I was armed and armed with a weapon, and I was holding a crowd of people with ragged clothes and heads. On both sides of the street are the people, all face anger. Fengxin hand-held black bow, waiting for it, seems to be guarding against the violence on both sides. Thanks and pity: "Wind letter! Who is this bet? What is it going? Where are you going?"

Fengxin heard his voice and strode forward, saying: "His Royal Highness! These are Yongan people."

The men in the column are tall, thin, tall and thin, with a deep complexion and dozens of people. The soldiers who escorted them were followed by a few old men, as well as some women and children who looked fearful. Thanks to the pity: "Is this all behind?"

Admiration: "All are."

It turned out that in the past few months, the Yongan drought, the people who originally settled in Yongan continued to flee to the east. Dozens of groups are still not obvious, but before and after, there have been more than 500 people. These more than 500 people gathered together, and the black-pressed head is very impressive.

This group of Yongan people are unfamiliar with their lives. They have nothing to do, and they have exposed the accent of foreign accents. They come to a strange and prosperous city. They naturally want to warm themselves together. Therefore, they are looking for everywhere in Xianle City. Finally, I found an uninhabited green space. I was overjoyed and set up a shack here as a resting place.

Unfortunately, this green space is indeed uninhabited, but it is a white moonlight in the hearts of the imperial city. Xianle people are used to enjoying and enjoying. The people in the Imperial City are especially popular among them. Many people go to the green space to go for a walk, dance, practice swords, poems, paintings, and gatherings. Yong'an is located in the west of Xianle. The land is barren and it is poor. The temperament and customs of the people are also different from those of Xianle. Compared with them, the people of the Imperial City are often more aware that they are orthodox. "Xianle people." Nowadays, the old and elegant place has been occupied by such a large group of refugees. All day, sputum, crying, washing, and burning, stinking and smelling of sweat and leftovers have made many nearby people unbearable. Many complaints.

Several elderly people who are leading the elderly in Yongan understand that they want to move elsewhere. However, the Imperial City originally had a large population. Wherever it moved, it was crowded with people. No other place could accommodate so many people, let alone five hundred. Many people still have old and weak women and children who are sick and sick. They should not be moved frequently. They have to pay attention to their care and are cheeky. Although the people of the Imperial City are dissatisfied, after all, they are both the people of one country, and they are both dead and forbearing.

Hearing here, the soldiers were holding dozens of Yongan men at the door of the market, and ordered: "Your Majesty!"

Those Yongan men are not convinced on their faces, but the knife holder is on the neck. Those onlookers of the imperial city saw them sighing in disarray, and some sighed and some deflated. Thanks to the pity: "As you said, the hatchback is enduring. What is going on today?"

The wind and the feelings have not yet been answered. There are women in the crowd crying and robbing the earth: "You are a group of savage thieves! Stealing the chicken and touching the dog also made me like that, and I can't climb it. If he has something, I will follow. You are desperate!"

A few people were busy comforting her, and others accused: "I have left my hometown and went to other people's sites, and I don't know how to be safe!"

"Yeah, when you get to someone else's house, you are welcome, steal something!"

A young man with Dai Zhen couldn't help himself. He argued: "I have said that it was not stolen by us! It is not us who started first! And we are also injured here..." An old man stopped drinking. :"do not talk!"

The young man was angry and shut up. Wind channel: "There was a person who lost a dog in the Imperial City. Because the Yongan children were so hungry that they had eaten the ducks, so they were suspected that they were caught and burned by Yongan people. They ran to them. Go ask, say nothing, fight up."

Xie pity only feels unreasonable: "Just because of a dog, so big, catch so many people?"

Wind channel: "Yes, just because of a dog, it is so big. Both sides have endured for a long time, and small things have become a big deal. Both sides swear that the other side is the first to do it, the other side is not, messed up one fight, I dont know how to get bigger."

For the first soldier said: "Gathering people to make trouble, severely punish not to lend! Put on the shackles to show the public, can not be guilty again!" After the retreat, the next moment, many people began to rush the leaves of this group of Yongan men, rotten eggs. Several seniors walked around and said: "I can't help you, everyone, I can't help it." "Please also show your mercy and be merciful."

Although she feels that the fuss is too big and ridiculous, she can probably understand it. "So, is it because they stole it? Is the dog looking for it?"

Fengxin shook his head and said: "Who knows. After eating the bones and scum, who can find it? But looking at the look, I don't think they are stealing."

However, the Imperial City soldiers, of course, the ruling is biased towards the people of the Imperial City, no matter whether they steal or steal, they must be defeated. Imperial especially more men love having fun, not as good as Wing man play, want to come back to this stranger was hit badly, face lost big, Liang also a big knot. Xie pity shook his head and glanced over it. Suddenly, he found that in this row of Yong'an men, a young man with a head in the middle was very familiar. It was the young Lang Ying who was buried in the woods.

Thanks for the moment. At this time, some people in the neighborhood complained: "How do I feel that there are more and more Yong'an people in the Imperial City in the past few months, and today I dare to beat people."

"They shouldn't all come over?"

A man in the shape of a businessman waved his hands and said: "The Lord will not be allowed! My house was stolen by the Yongan people a few days ago. If they all came over, would they still have it?"

It was said that Lang Ying, who had been squatting for the first time, was suddenly looking up and said, "Have you seen it?"

The businessman didn't expect the person to actually talk to him and replied: "What?"

Lang Yingdao: "When the Yongan people stole your home, did you see it with your own eyes?"

"..." The businessman said, "I didn't see it with my own eyes, but I used to be good. I have been stolen since you came. Do you have any relationship with you?"

Lang Ying nodded and said: "It turns out. I understand. Before we came, we were all stealing things. After we came, everything was stolen..."

The voice did not fall, a rotten persimmon flew in a whirlwind, squatting on his mouth, as if vomiting a big blood. The businessmans screaming laughter, Lang Yings eyes were indifferent, and he closed his mouth and said nothing.

Xie pity went to the sharp stones that were thrown at them, so that this group of Yongan youth would not be ruined. This show was carried out until the evening, when the onlookers gradually dispersed, and the soldiers felt enough, and this was proudly opened, warning that there would be no more troubles in the future, otherwise it would not be light. Several seniors have been nodding their heads and losing their smiles, guaranteeing that they will not commit another crime. Lang Ying has a dull look and walks away from home. Thanks to seeing him alone, looking at the timing, flashing from behind the tree, stopped his way.

When he flashed out, the young man first looked at him. In an instant, he seemed to be licking his throat. After seeing the people in the light stone, I received the hand that had not yet been explored. "I am you."

It is the shape of the little priest who is pity. He was slightly shocked by Lang Yingfangs unexplored one. He thought, This mans skill is a bit powerful. Road: I sent you that bead, why dont you take it back to Yongan?

Lang Ying looked at him and said: "My son is here. I am here too."

After a pause, he took the coral bead from his belt and said, "Do you want to take it back? Give it to you."

He handed the bead to the hand, and there was a scar on his face. Silently, thank you for not accepting, said: "Go back. It is raining today."

He pointed to the sky and said: "Tomorrow! It will rain. I promise, it will be."

Lang Ying shook his head and said: "No matter whether it rains or not, I can't go back."

Looking at the back of his departure, thanking him for a moment, only feeling troubled.

When I didnt fly, I didnt seem to have any troubles. What he can do, what he can do. Who knows that after the ascent, it seems that suddenly, surrounded by endless troubles. There are other peoples troubles and their own troubles. To do one thing, it is so difficult, stretched, and unable. Thanks a lot of sighs, but also turned and left, returned to the Prince's Hall, to deal with those who have been backlogged for many days to pray.

However, he is not the most troublesome person. The Lord is.

The worry of the Xianle Lord has become a reality. These more than 500 Yongan people are just the beginning.

Thanks to the borrowed Yushi, he frequently traveled between the north and the south, relying on his own strength to practice rainfall. Every time it rains, it takes at least five or six days and a lot of mana. If it weren't for him, I am afraid that no one else can hold back and forth. Of course, except for Junwu. However, the land under the jurisdiction of Emperor Wuwu is wider than him. The number of believers and territories that require energy is far more than that of Xianle. How can he ask for the distraction of Junwu? Moreover, only a small part of the land in Yongan can be moistened at one time, and it will not be cured even if it is relieved. Thus, a month later, Yongan people began to formally migrate to the east in groups. Originally, it was a group of dozens of people. Nowadays, there are hundreds of people and thousands of people, and a large number of them are gathered together into a river.

After another month, the lord of Xianle has issued a command: in view of the constant disputes in successive months, the fighting is frequent, and the Victorian City is stable. From now on, the original Yongan people who have lost the Xianle King must withdraw from the emperor. city. Each person is given a certain entanglement and goes to other towns to settle down.

In front of the mighty people from the vast East, the door to the Imperial City of Xianle was closed.