Urban Dungeon: This world is in danger

Two hundred years of return:

The time of the children of Hein has passed.

The past has become history.

When some young people look through the history books, they can see the brilliance of King Haiyin's children, Gong Er, and royal power.

"That was their time."

In class, when students learn Xi history, they are full of envy:

"If I had been in that era, I would have done better than them!"

"If you can travel back, accept the royal power as your subordinates, and let Gong Er and Hai Yin'er be female votes, how cool would it be?"

"Phew, if it really comes to that era, you won't even be qualified to be cannon fodder!"

Time has passed:

Haicheng has become a super-modern metropolis.

The area of Haicheng has also expanded a lot.

The former suburbs were swallowed up by high-rise buildings.

However, the three thousand peach trees still stand in place.

Over the years:

Some developers, and even officials, have wanted to clean up this peach forest.

But, every time, I gave up halfway.

In the dark, a powerful force is holding them back.

For this reason, several officials and developer bosses also died.

It's just that:

although the peach grove is there, the peach blossom banquet has stopped more than a hundred years ago.

However, every year when the peach blossoms are flying, many people who study history, like historic sites, and even powerful celebrities will visit the 3,000 peach forest.

This year:

peach blossoms are flying, and there are celebrities accompanying the powerful to enjoy the flowers in the peach forest.

There are literati and writers, and there are solid families, who also come to play.

The old man told the young children about the legend of

the peach forest: "It is said that Mr. Wang Quan, the world's first king, once killed the commanders of the eight empires and the emperor in the peach forest."

"He has one hand and one head, standing in the center of the peach forest."

"Tens of thousands of elite soldiers, dare not squeak."

Someone whispered,

"That's all legend."

"It's all fake!"

"In an era when guns were not rampant, who could assassinate the king?"

"One person, in the face of hundreds, or even thousands, dares to do it?"

"There are so many people, one person can drown him if he spits on it."

Someone disdainful.

But, some believe.

These years:

the development of science and technology, the decline of martial arts.

But:

There are still people who practice martial arts.

They have a family history and know how powerful the top martial arts are.

In their family, there are original masters.

Those masters personally told future generations:

how powerful the warriors were back then.

Some people have even met Gong Er of the martial arts master, and they have even seen Gong Er's demeanor of facing heavy artillery.

It is precisely like this:

although martial arts have declined, they have been inherited.

Moreover

, because of the development of science and technology, martial arts cultivation is more scientific and more powerful.

It's just that.... It's just not obvious on weekdays.

There is a noble old man who shuttles through the three thousand peach forests with his young granddaughter.

The old man told the story of the peach forest.

The granddaughter was dismissive:

"Grandpa, times have changed."

"Guns are king, and truth is only within the range of cannons!"

"Martial arts... No more!

"Those warriors in ancient times, when they came to the present, I am afraid that even a petty official would not dare to offend."

"The royal power of assassinating the king, if in this era, he would have been beaten by the iron fist of the law and would not be able to take care of himself."

The granddaughter pointed to the group of magnates and celebrities who were playing in the distance and said,

"This kind of person is the protagonist of this era."

"One day, I'm going to be one of them."

The old man sighed:

"You don't understand the power and lawlessness of martial artists!"

"Back then, the world's first kingship, after passing down the concept that not being afraid of death is the king, some people have changed."

"They follow the idea of kingship, they ignore the rules, they ignore the powerful."

"They kill people if they don't agree with each other."

"Fearless of death!"

"When you meet this kind of person, it doesn't matter what kind of powerful star you are, no matter what kind of consortium boss you are, when you should die, you still have to die."

The granddaughter doesn't believe it, despises her grandfather's feudal thinking, and is an old antique.

Just then:

some men in black came in the distance.

These people wear sunglasses, bald heads, striped codes on their heads, red ties, white shirts, and black leather shoes.

They were expressionless and stopped the group of celebrities and magnates.

The granddaughter looked curiously.

The old man's face changed greatly:

"Hurry up, the murderer is coming!"

The granddaughter wondered, "

What murderer?"

The old man said anxiously: "Don't care about the murderer, we can't afford to provoke it anyway!" "

Let's go!"

The granddaughter didn't want to leave and was still watching.

In the next second, I saw the man in black suddenly wave his hand:

a bright knife light flickered.

Just in an instant, more than a dozen powerful stars soared into the sky.

A cavity of blood sprayed.

Ignoring the screams of the people around him, the man in black began to dispose of the corpse.

Rumble!

Rumble!

Rumble!

They swung their fists and kicks, and the ground exploded into deep craters.

Poof!

The corpses of powerful people and celebrities are thrown into it at will, just like dead cats and wild dogs.

Bury.

Step on.

Tidy up the ground.

Everything is back to business as usual.

The granddaughter was stunned:

"This group of people.... Who is it? The

old man sighed:

"They should be the dead soldiers of the Wu family."

"This is what I told you about people who are not afraid of death."

"They dare to kill anyone!"

"In modern history, one-third of the assassinations that have occurred were done by them."

The granddaughter is horrible.

"Why do they dare to kill these people?"

The old man smiled: "Naturally, because they are strong. "

The strong.... Treat the weak as dogs; Kill as you please. "

And... We can't leave. The

granddaughter panicked: "Could it be.... The empire doesn't care? The

old man thought for a while and said, "Who cares who dies, and who dares to care if this goes on for a long time?" "

So... Martial arts is king. The

granddaughter was frightened: "Grandpa, let's go!" "

At this time:

peach blossoms flying.

A woman with white hair fluttering and a face like a girl appeared.

This woman, silk and satin, rings and jingles.

Her outfit is exactly the same as that of Miss Dajia two hundred years ago.

"Wu Nanyu!"

The old man's face changed drastically.

In the next second, he knelt on the ground and humbly worshipped:

"Descendant of King Li, see Miss Wu."

The indigenous Wu Nanyu glanced at the old man and smiled:

"I thought that the descendants of King Li were all in Victoria, but I didn't expect... You're back! The

descendants of King Li kowtowed and said

, "Miss Wu, the King Liwang family has not returned, I just brought my granddaughter back to participate in the peach blossom banquet and reminisce about the grand event of the year."

The native Wu Nanyu walked up to a peach tree.

Bang!

The ground exploded, and more than two meters deep craters appeared.

Someone brought a jar of wine and put it inside.

Wu Nanyu walked up to another peach tree, the ground exploded, and a jar of fine wine flew out.

She picked up the wine, patted open the mud seal, took a sip, and said with a confused look in her eyes:

"Drunk and dreaming of death!"

"The wine of royal power is really delicious!"

Half of the altar was drunk and dreamed of death and was thrown to the descendants of King Li, and Wu Nanyu staggered away.

She touches each peach tree and thinks back to the grandeur of 200 years ago.

"If the royal power of the past is still there, all living beings in this world will tremble under his feet."

"One of the people.... What to speculate about him back then? "

Ridiculous!"

"He's - the assassin - the king!"

"Descendants of King Li, protect this peach forest, one day, the royal power will come."