Unlike those heroes who were in Datang before, Tang Zhangwei's women not only satisfied the people around them to help them manage Datang locality.

Moreover, they themselves are very shrewd and capable, so these women themselves manage the business, and at the same time they help the poor, and these women take out some old clothes and stock goods to buy people's hearts.

Those who received the gifts couldn't help but nod their heads in praise of them, they felt that Tang Zhangwei's women were approachable and liked to do charity.

Many rich people have more and more money, but they are becoming more and more stingy, but Tang Zhangwei's woman is very generous.

Moreover, they held various charity galas, which raised a lot of money, and they used it to win hearts and minds.

Frightened in his heart, Ling Sifeng let his gaze slowly move upward, lest he see something frightening, so he tried to focus his attention on the prosaic trunks and leaves, but the harmful curiosity prevailed after all. Ling Sifeng finally saw a black sword, stuck in a branch above his head.

"Don't just stand," said the sword (with a sound like fingers rubbing the edge of an empty glass), "pull me out!" ”

"What?" Ling Sifeng said, his chest was still lying together.

"Pluck me out!" "Otherwise, I would have lived a million years in the coal seams formed by this forest." I told you about one time I was thrown into a lake that was ......."

"What about the others?" Ling Sifeng asked, his fingers still clutching the trunk.

"Oh, the dragon took them away. The horses were also taken. And that box-like thing. I did the same at first, but Heron threw me down. You're in luck! ”

"Then ......," Ling Sifeng said, but Kling ignored him.

"I think you'll have to rush over and save them." The sword continued.

"Yes. But ......"

"So you pull me out quickly, let's go."

Ling Sifeng squinted at the sword. Before this, the idea of "rescuing companions" had been far behind by Lingsifeng, and it couldn't be farther. If the in-depth exploration of the shape and nature of the multidimensional complexes of the universe was correct, then, to this extent, the idea could almost reach him. But then again, magic swords are such valuable things......

Besides, he had to travel long distances to get home, no matter where he was home......

He climbed the tree and climbed along the branches. Kling was stuck tightly in the wood. He grabbed the hilt of his sword and tugged at it so hard that his eyes were so tired that his eyes were full of stars.

"Try again!" The sword encouraged him.

Lingsifeng groaned and gritted his teeth.

"It's not the worst," said Kling, "what if I stick it on the cutting board?" ”

"Uh-one!" The wizard's mouth hissed, and he was really worried that overexerting himself would cause a hernia to flare up.

"I've always been a multidimensional being." Sword said.

"Huh?"

"That is, I have a lot of names." It's amazing! Ling Sifeng said.

The body jerked back, and the sword was drawn. Strangely, the sword was extremely light in the hand.

Falling to the ground, he decided to make the words clear.

"I don't think it's wise to save them." He said, "I think we'd better go back to the city first and move the rescuers." ”

"The dragon is flying in the pivotal direction," said Kling, "but I think we'll take the one in the woods first." ”

"I'm sorry, I mean ......"

"You can't just leave them and leave them to die!"

Ling Sifeng looked surprised. "Why not?" He said.

"No, you can't. Well, I'll be honest with you, you're really worse than anyone I've worked with, but even that's how you can save people, or else...... Have you been in a coal pit for a million years? ”

"Look, I'm ......"

"So, if you push it any longer, I'll cut off your head!"

Ling Sifeng found that his arm holding the sword was raised, and the flashing blade was forced to a distance of about an inch from his throat. He desperately wanted to drop the sword, but his fingers were disobedient.

"I don't know how to be a warrior!" He shouted.

"I'm willing to teach you."

There was a "rumbling" in the depths of Copper Saifa's throat.

Dragoon Kai! Styra leaned over and squinted at the clearing.

"I see him." He said. He swiftly scurried between the branches and landed lightly on the dense grass, drawing his sword in his hand.

He stared at the man who walked by, who was clearly reluctant to leave the shade of the tree. He held the weapon, but the dragoon was curious to see that the man held the sword far away from him, as if it were a shame to hold it.

The wizard is getting closer, Kai! Styra raised her sword, the corners of her mouth crooked.

He jumped to his feet.

Later, about the battle, he remembered only two things. First, he remembered that the wizard's sword spun in an incredible circle, striking it against the blade of his sword, knocking it out of his palm. In addition, he noticed that the wizard had been covering his eyes with one hand

Things are different

Palm everything

Her dad didn't watch her leave. One of the reasons is that since he has been dead for three months, his eyes will definitely not be very good. The second reason is that since he is a wizard—a fifteenth-level wizard who has died—his eyes have long been accustomed to those surreal planes and spaces, and earthly things cannot be seen clearly. (Before his death, others thought that his eyeball was an octahedron, much like the compound eyes of insects.) Moreover, because he is now wandering in the narrow passage between the shadow of death and the world of life, he is able to see all "cause and effect." So now, apart from secretly hoping that his hateful daughter would die this time, he didn't particularly bother to study the three travelers who were desperately trying to flee from his territory.

A few hundred yards away, Riesa strode over the worn steps and into the hollow of the Castle of Wilmburg, followed by a dozen "riders". She had mixed feelings. Is this an opportunity? Maybe this is the key to breaking the deadlock, the key to the throne of Wilmburg? This throne is hers, and rightfully so. Traditionally, however, it was only men who ruled over Weilmburg. Riesa hated that. As soon as she was angry, the force field floating around her increased, and the dragon became larger and uglier.

If you could find a man, it would be different. It's best to find someone who is tall and simple-minded, and he will do whatever you ask him to do.

Of the three people fleeing from the dragon's habitat, the largest one is the one. If he's not ideal, the dragon is always hungry anyway and needs to be fed at any time.

She knew they were getting uglier now.

Or rather, uglier than usual.

The staircase passes through a stone arch and ends in a narrow convex rock, very close to the top of the large cave where the Wilm people lived.

(End of chapter)