Tyrant Daddy’s Petite Bag

Ye Siming's side.

He took the lead and led the soldiers into the world infected with the epidemic.

The outermost villages are relatively less ill.

There is no scene of floating corpses, but yellow paper money can be seen everywhere on the ground.

Ye Siming sat on the back of the horse and looked around with narrow eyes. He nodded and said, "Waiting."

The soldiers immediately dispersed around the village.

Some villagers who had just packed their bags and were about to flee to the capital were suddenly unable to leave.

The spears of the soldiers stopped them in place.

A group of people screamed and panicked: "Why don't you let us go out, let us go!"

Qin Song stood beside Ye Siming and said solemnly: "According to the emperor's order, we will surround the village to save people.

"We're not sick, we're dead waiting here!"

They could leave immediately, but were told to wait in such a terrifying place.

No one wants to, isn't this waiting to die!

As a result, the villagers were outraged, and fierce conflicts broke out with the soldiers.

But the unarmed people are naturally not the opponents of the soldiers who have been on the battlefield.

But after three or two, most people were subdued one after another.

Someone even touched the long silver spear by mistake, and his arm was scratched with a big hole, and blood was flowing.

The injured man was lying on the ground, and his family was crying beside him.

Ye Siming looked at him coldly, without a trace of pity.

He held the reins loosely with his long fingers.

An impatience flashed in the boy's narrow, cold eyes.

"It's really troublesome, if I had known it earlier, I would have killed it all."

The Censor Zhang on the side heard this and hurriedly stepped forward to persuade him.

"Master Hou, please be patient. These people are just frightened by the epidemic. The emperor ordered me to wait and save people, and I can't kill people."

Ye Siming snorted.

At this time, he saw a dirty little girl standing behind the crowd.

She was only three years old, wearing ragged clothes.

A pair of eyes are also watery.

Although she looked ordinary, her helpless and confused eyes made Ye Siming frown slightly.

He didn't dare to think, if the situation here endangered the little thing Gu Nuo'er, would she also do the same, looking helplessly at the devastated land.

Ye Siming's indifferent look of disgust slowly faded away.

He got off his horse and walked towards the little girl.

The other party would just look up at him stupidly, as if she was too young to know what death meant.

Ye Siming lowered his cold eyes and looked at her.

After a while, he calmly instructed Qin Song: "Put together those orphans and widows who have lost their families. After the epidemic is over, I will ask the emperor to play and find a place for them."

"Yes!"

The moment Ye Siming turned to leave, a dazzling kitchen knife attacked him.

The boy's brows and eyes didn't change, but he turned his head slightly.

Then he quickly grabbed the attacker's wrist.

His eyes were cold like frost, staring at the man who was almost crazy in front of him.

"What kind of lord are you! You are no different from those dog officials who care about life! Encircling us just wants us to die!"

Zhang Yushi was afraid that Hou Yongye would get angry and kill him.

He hurried over and persuaded: "We are really ordered to treat you. Because of the large number of people, we need to convene. When the boss arrives, we will arrange a pulse diagnosis for everyone."

"You lie!" The man roared hysterically, his wrist still being held by Ye Siming.

He stared at Ye Siming, almost crying and shouting, "Let me go out, my wife is sick in an embroidery workshop in Beijing, she can't come back, she's locked up! I'm going to save her."