Daqin: My gene legion is too invincible

Win Changze rode away, and Feng Quqian stood in place, already with mixed feelings in his heart.

He was just a courtier, but he never thought that such a noble status as Ying Changze would be willing to enter the flood alone, just to save the people of Li in the world.

Who can have this kind of righteousness? And the king can have?

Feng Quqian leaned over and bowed his hand to Ying Changze’s back.

He was already convinced.

He did not want to be an official, because he knew that in the court, as long as Li Si was in one day, he would not get any real power, and compared to him, it was Li Si who was appointed as the renewal, not him.

There is no need for him to enter officialdom, there is no need to show his talents.

He knew that none of this was necessary.

But now, he has the heart to serve him.

Feng Qu quickly turned around, holding the pale child in his arms, he coaxed in a low voice, and covered the wind and rain blowing with his body.

In the place where the two left, after a while, the figure of an old man slowly came from a distance.

He was holding an umbrella in his hand and holding a donkey in his hand, and the donkey stepped on the deep water and walked a little stumbling.

Oniyako looked at Ying Changze’s back with a bit of shaking in his eyes.

His mission is to keep the world’s fortunes running according to common sense.

According to this, he should kill the variable of winning Changze.

However, what Win Changze did really touched him.

This kind of naked heart is rare in a person, let alone in the body of a king.

This is even more rare, or he has never seen a king treat the common people like this.

Oniyako shook his head and sighed softly.

Then he stepped on the river and walked back, and the donkey behind him stumbled in the water, screaming with a bit of dissatisfaction.

On this side, Win Changze rode towards the deep water.

At this time, the water level was almost overflowing the horse’s belly, and Ying Changze held the horse’s reins, let the tiger horse stop in place, and then looked at the Wang Yang flood in front of him.

Zhang Wei was still collecting boats around him, and Xu Zhong had already been ordered to block the river.

And he needs to understand and calm the mood of those who survived the flood.

After all, these people did not know how long they had been trapped in the flood.

If they lose hope, they will lose their motivation to survive and die in this flood without waiting for the next wave of rain.

Although Ying Changze treated the foreigners around him ruthlessly, he treated the people in the country with the heart that an emperor should have, and did not want any casualties among these people.

Ying Changze looked around, and sure enough, on the fluttering tree, he found many people who were still alive, but their eyes had lost their former brilliance, and now they were dim.

In the flood, Ang Lee pulled the trunk, his hand was dead into the trunk, and the wound originally caused by excessive pulling had been washed white by the flood.

He barely held on not to be swept away by the rain, his godless eyes scanned the flood in front of him, his body swayed in the water, and the heavy rain hit his face obliquely, like countless children throwing stones at him, making his already silent heart rise a little irritated.

His eyes moved slightly, his dry lips moved, and he looked around him, and a dozen villagers were just like him, pulling the trees around him.

Reluctantly keep your body from being swept away by the flood.

Everyone insisted on not letting go of their hands because of the little remaining desire to survive.

If it weren’t for that meager desire to survive, in such a situation, instead of surviving in this flood, it would be better to let go and let yourself die.

Suddenly, when Ang Lee raised his eyes to look at the endless flood, he saw a black figure in a long distance.

I’m afraid I’m not going to die, Ang Lee thought so.

In folklore, hallucinations are seen only when they are dead.

With such a big flood, such a heavy rain, how could anyone stand there.

All he saw was the endless flood of despair.

Li An felt that his eyelids were heavy as if he was tied to a thousand pounds of stones, making him unconsciously want to close his eyes.

Li An’s hand also gradually loosened, and his body, which was violently impacted by the flood, was swept into the monstrous flood at any time.