Chapter 0001 This is an accident
A rare beautiful dream, wishing Minglang feels that the heavens have not treated him unfairly, as before his own head touches the ground, he has been gifted a wonderful illusion.
Yet, even if she is a stunning beauty, the people in the city do not dare to harbor much disrespect
He strives to stay awake
The Valkyrie did not speak; she used her long hair to cover herself. Unfortunately, the areas that should be thin are thin, and the areas that should be large are quite large, making it impossible to cover everything completely
Suddenly, a pleasant soft moan was heard, right beside Zhu Minglang.
She radiates a unique lunar glow in the dim light, her pure and holy, exquisitely graceful face causes every newcomer to this city to involuntarily hold their breath
The refugees fell one after another, and it was evident that their wide-open eyes were filled with unwillingness and resentment. Yet this land has always been so cruel; certain rulers can take away others' cities and homes for a mere offensive word, so why would they not deprive these people of their lives for the sake of the city's appearance?
Zhu Minglang was fundamentally unable to prove his identity at this moment, when several soldiers holding burlap sacks emerged from the courtyard, each with a cold moonlong sword sheathed at their waist
In that dreamscape where the potency of the medicine assailed the mind and thoughts were in chaos, the jade-like feet merged with the sculpture of the female warrior of the Nine Cities, transforming into a vibrant and lifelike beauty, gracefully approaching.
What is going on
Knock knock knock knock knock
No way!
Zhu Minglang, feeling helpless, had no choice but to retreat. At that moment, a group of refugees heard the call for distributing porridge and rushed towards the back street, nearly carrying Zhu Minglang along with them.
"Everyone is awake, and sister looks very well. It seems that this little vagabond served her well last night." A sharp, thin voice of a woman, resembling that of a fox, came from high above the iron window.
Zhu Minglang is also hungry, having encountered such a situation, he can only conform to local customs and accept the charity of others
The person before me is undoubtedly the lord of this city, the Valkyrie spoken of by the people. Her unparalleled beauty is too easy to recognize, even without clothing. In any case, Zhu Minglang is certainly her
In the moment before losing consciousness, I saw a pair of jade-like feet, gracefully walking towards me from the depths of the courtyard, taking delicate steps.
Why be together with a woman
Her appearance is clearly that of a statue standing in the very center of the city, embodying a Valkyrie whose beauty resembles that of a serene fairy, yet whose methods are those of an iron-willed empress
This city and its surrounding territories have finally attained a semblance of order and established formal laws
It does not symbolize beauty, faith, or freedom; more often, it represents slaughter and war
If those people are mice, they will die after consuming rat poison. I, at least, can be considered a loyal workhorse, but I have mistakenly ingested the poison from my own yard ...! ... Spare my life!
"Esteemed official, I am from Sang Town. On my way to deliver silk to the lord's residence, I encountered some bandits who robbed me of my money and the silk I intended to pay to the lord. I find myself in this unfortunate situation now. Could I trouble you to notify Uncle Wang from Sang Town to come and fetch me?" Zhu Minglang stepped forward and said politely.
Zhu Minglang lingered at the city gate for a long time. Upon seeing this group of beggars, he decisively blended in among them and successfully entered Yongcheng
This sentence finally brought the woman beside Zhu Minglang to complete awareness, but before she could respond in anger, the footsteps outside gradually faded away, and that triumphant, sharp laughter echoed in the cold dungeon for a long time
Ah, I am going to die
Zhu Minglang has also become foolish
... ...
Hmm?
The sculpture is lifelike, resembling the goddess of the night draped in a garment woven from moonlight and mist, her alluring figure, partially concealed in this haze, becomes even more captivating.
Dong! Dong! Dong!
Zhu Minglang began to feel dizzy
Was I not just dreaming?
He observed his surroundings and discovered that he was in a dungeon. The flickering light of the oil lamp was not an illusion; when he reached out to touch it, he could even feel the warmth.
All that is sought is a single wall, to no longer be chased by beasts or to see corpses strewn across the wilderness. All that is desired is a filthy street to curl up and survive, even if this tall city wall and the long street belong to the Valkyrie who destroyed their five villages.
He dreamed that the exquisite and graceful sculpture in the city came to life, slowly crawling towards him under the dim light of the oil lamp. That slightly raised, stunningly beautiful face was truly the most ultimate visual pleasure in this world. As for everything that happened next, it made Zhu Minglang feel that returning to the West was not an unacceptable matter.
Did I not die myself
"Have you been overthrown?" Zhu Minglang broke the silence in the dungeon and asked.
Why am I in a dungeon by myself
Before long, the vagrants and beggars fell one after another, either collapsing headfirst onto the ground or toppling forward in a stiff manner
They were originally members of the Pine Forest Tribe, possessing their own Five Forts City. Although the land was not vast, it could still be considered a significant power in this region.
Zhu Minglang involuntarily shouted, initially believing that everything was merely a dying illusion, but unexpectedly, his own echo soon resonated within this enclosed space
Isn't that rat poison
This land has always been extremely chaotic, with wars never ceasing, and the speed of changes in rulers is no less than the transition of seasons
Upon realizing that he has ended up in such a predicament, Zhu Minglang feels an overwhelming sense of unwillingness in his heart
The back street is extremely dilapidated, vastly different from the main street. There are hardly any intact houses made of wood and mud. At a glance, it appears chaotic and disorderly. Entering such a place seems to instantly dissipate the warmth of human life, leaving only a lingering sense of desolation and decay.
The woman beside Minglang appeared somewhat dazed, as if she were heavily intoxicated
As Minglang heard his own echo, he gradually became more alert.
This group of beggars did not know from which city-state they had fled, and the language they spoke was completely incomprehensible to Zhu Minglang. When they saw the hazy statue of the Valkyrie, they were taken aback, lingering in place for several seconds before leaving dejectedly.
The act of distributing porridge is not a deception; at the very end of the back street, in a wooden courtyard, there is a city lord's maid dressed in a light blue long dress who is serving porridge
It is said that some ruthless city-state rulers, in order to make the entire city appear prosperous and sacred, regularly give alms to those homeless, refugees, and beggars, and after poisoning them, uniformly dispose of their bodies outside the city.
In the end, Minglang still could not escape the effects of these "rat poison" drugs, and he staggered and fell down with the books.
Just like dealing with the rats in the gutter
... ...
"What is this thing, keep your distance from me. If I starve to death without porridge, stay away from this long street as well. If the female city lord sees this mess, I will lose my head." The buck-toothed soldiers completely ignored Zhu Minglang's words and unleashed a torrent of angry curses.
I wonder how many hearts would be shattered over there upon hearing that the sister, as dazzling as the sky, is sleeping with a little beggar. But rest assured, sister, I will make sure this matter reaches everyone's ears, becoming the most unforgettable topic of conversation during their leisure time.
I am going to die... I am going to die... I have died...
Zhu Minglang turned his head and then discovered that there was a naked woman lying beside him
The homeless without a sense of belonging to a city are no different from the rats on the bustling streets of others, even if they abandon all dignity and strive to survive, in the end, there will be no good outcome.
Some of the still-conscious wanderers, upon witnessing this scene, were so frightened that they attempted to flee; however, they had barely taken a few steps before suddenly experiencing convulsions and foaming at the mouth
When those slaves in the confined mine caves ... ! ... would rather poison themselves directly!
"There is congee being served, you all go to the back street." A buck-toothed man dressed in military uniform approached and coldly addressed the group of homeless beggars, who resembled cockroaches and rats.
Endless darkness envelops this land, with the faint glow of stars and the scattered fireflies in the jungle being among the few sources of light in this world
Moreover, if I were to die, who would take care of the little one? It needs to eat so many mulberry leaves every day
Zhu Minglang felt somewhat confused as he gazed at the woman beside him, who was imprisoned.
She is the ruler of this city
It is indeed laughable that within just one year, the notion of reviving hatred has been completely ravaged by the hardships of living in the open and the struggle for basic sustenance.
The guards of the city are somewhat lax, as they turn a blind eye to anyone entering the city, including groups of ragged beggars who surge in.
In the center of the city, a graceful and exquisite sculpture stands tall, visible as soon as one steps into the city and slightly raises their head
Zhu Minglang was very determined to see the owner of the jade feet, but he had already completely lost consciousness
... ...
How terrible, if I were still alive, it is highly likely that I would be sold by these people to remote stone mountains and mines to be a slave
The night is shrouded in fog, like a thin veil covering a gray-white city
He is a respectable person in this Yongcheng, a diligent mulberry farmer, an honest silkworm merchant, who pays taxes on time and takes the initiative to offer tributes
She is referred to as the Valkyrie, having tamed this savage and chaotic land in just one year
Her smile was warm and kind, showing no disdain for the homeless people covered in lice. Even when her fair and delicate hands got dirty, she continued to hand them bowl after bowl.
A year ago, the city of Wuzhaicheng was destroyed, and the bodies of the rulers were neatly displayed in the streets. The inhabitants of Wuzhaicheng lost their protection; half became slaves, while the other half turned into homeless refugees. As a result, after wandering through several cities, they finally arrived at the territory of the principal culprit.
Then, judging from the person who just spoke
Her long hair resembled black tea silk, and the lingering red glow reflected on her face, making her extraordinarily beautiful. In the moment of gazing at her up close, my heart stopped beating, only to suddenly race wildly in the next second