Daqin: Inheriting the Sword Saint and being read by Zulong

Chapter 74 Conscience?Where is it?

A dozen Daqin iron cavalry came.

Each of them had fierce eyes, and a mighty aura rippling from their bodies.

And just above their war horses was tied a long rope.

At the other end of the rope, four peasants were dragging across the long street at an extremely fast speed.

The faces of the few people on the long sword changed drastically, and they hurriedly hid in the dark, watching the scene cautiously.

The four civilian husbands who were dragged by the horses were already covered in blood mist, and they were breathless.

Four shocking bloodstains spread directly from one end of the long street to this place.

"If you don't obey the dispatcher, this is the end!"

"Every household must send out a strong and strong man to build the Great Wall."

"This is to ensure my Daqin's eternal life. Those who don't follow will have the intention of rebellion, and they will end up the same as them!"

Those big Qin cavalry kept shouting loudly.

The sound was like thunder, shocking the hearts of the people in Xianyang.

Those Xianyang people were scared to pee on the spot.

Go to the bitter and cold borderlands and build a Great Wall?
Just thinking about it, you know that the task is arduous, and the environment there is very harsh. From time to time, there will be a chance for the Huns to invade, and the chance of surviving there is very small.

And now, the evaders will also be severely punished?
Is this still life-threatening?

"Oh my god, we have had no way out of survival after years of war. Now that the world is unified, we finally have some hope. I didn't expect that today there will be a catastrophe!"

"Your Majesty, keep your eyes wide open. If this continues, how can we survive?"

Behind Ying Zige, an old man suddenly knelt down on his knees, raised his hands and cried bitterly.

The voice was full of deep despair.

Ying Zige narrowed his eyes slightly, that unrestrained look had long since disappeared.

"Young Master Thirteen! Do you want to watch all these people die in front of you?"

"You are His Majesty's favorite thirteenth son, why did you encourage him to do such a stupid thing?"

"If you do this, won't your conscience hurt?"

The old man suddenly widened his eyes, approached Ying Zige aggressively, and scolded loudly.

Ying Zige froze for a moment, then grinned: "Excuse me, old man..."

"Where is the conscience?"

Whisper!
The old man almost spat out a mouthful of blood, clutching his conscience, and frantically stepped back a few steps.

With wide eyes, he stretched out his other hand and pointed at Ying Zige tremblingly.

As if looking at a monster.

Jian Nu and Han Baichuan looked at each other and frowned slightly at the same time.

Of course they couldn't bear to watch the scene in front of them.

But after all, he is just a servant.

At the same time, a question emerged in his mind.

When did the young master become so cold?

Could it be that he really doesn't care about the lives of these people.

Perhaps, now that he is favored, he only needs one sentence to save these people from danger.

But why not?

Could it be that his heart is really as solid as a rock, and he really doesn't take the lives of these people in his heart?

Suddenly, there was a sense of disappointment in the hearts of the two of them.

They knew Ying Zige best. Although Ying Zige didn't seem to care about anything, when he was assassinated by an assassin and fled, he saw an assassin's long sword about to accidentally injure a three-year-old child.

Without hesitation, he stood up and blocked it.

On that day, during a ring game, a six-year-old child took a fancy to an assassin's bronze medal.

I think the unicorn image on the bronze plate is cute.

The thirteenth son was obviously smiling like a profiteer at the time, but he secretly used his internal power to change the trajectory of the same circle, and finally made him get his wish.

At that moment, a warm smile clearly appeared on that cynical face.

This is the thirteen sons they know.

When did the thirteenth son become so strange?
Ying Zige stood on the side of the road with his hands behind his back and an inexplicable expression on his face.

Let those big Qin cavalry pull the four civilian husbands past him.

At the moment when the figures staggered.

A swipe!
A cold light suddenly flew out from his waist.

Yuan Hongjian made a sudden move!
clap clap clap!
The rope broke suddenly, and those Daqin iron cavalry reined in their horses one by one, and the ones glaring angrily looked from this side.

"Which one is short-sighted?"

"How dare you cut the rope? Believe it or not, I will add another rope and tie you to it."

"Damn! It's really a life-and-death thing, do you know that you have committed a capital crime just now!"

"Hurry up and get caught!"

……

Daqin Tieqi was furious, rattling, and the sound of horseshoes sounded continuously, and two Qin soldiers had already rushed towards Ying Zige.

Ying Zige smiled slightly, but in this dangerous situation, he slowly inserted a red arrow into the scabbard.

Then he spit out a few words calmly.

"I am the thirteenth son..."

"Eh?" Those Qin soldiers who were rushing over hurriedly came to a halt, and looked up and down Ying Zige with puzzled eyes.

All of a sudden they all got off their horses.

"Thirteenth son, I didn't recognize you just now, I offended you."

In an instant, cold sweat trickled down his forehead.

Scold Ying Zige tmd.

Wouldn't it be the same as pointing at Ying Zheng's nose and scolding your daughter-in-law?

This is a great crime against the Nine Clans.

Just thinking about it, those Qin soldiers were almost scared to pee on the spot.

"Thank you Thirteenth Young Master, thank you Thirteenth Young Master..."

"Thank you for saving your life..."

Of the four inhuman peasants, two of them still had consciousness remaining, but they spoke weakly as if the lamps had run out of oil.

"Thank me? I see that your blood is all over the ground, which really affects the appearance of the city. In the spirit of good citizens, I cut the rope for you."

"It's not to save you."

Ying Zige smiled slightly, and immediately turned away.

The two civilian husbands were taken aback for a moment.

What does it mean to affect the appearance of the city?

I am also from Xianyang, why have I never heard of this new term?
My heart instantly burned like a raging fire.

He should have thought a long time ago that since Ying Zige was able to confuse Ying Zheng to build the Great Wall and plunge the common people into dire straits, how could he be kind enough to save people?
In an instant, they fell into deep despair again.

"Young Master Thirteen, we understand. Let's drag them away on horseback and find a hidden place to behead them."

The leader of Qin Bing's eyes lit up, and he hurriedly said loudly.

He then waved his hand, about to ask his men to take him away.

"and many more."

Ying Zige stretched out an Erkang hand, and then smiled slightly, "The rope has been cut, so there is no need to trouble you. Go do what you should do, and just leave these people to me."

"Young Master Thirteen..." The leader's face suddenly changed.

"What? Do you want to drag me under the horse too?"

Ying Zige sneered slightly, stretched out his hand and pointed at his own Yuanhong sword... Then he turned his finger, and indeed pointed at his waist card.

It's a symbol of your identity.

Why do you need to do something that can solve the problem without doing it?
Ying Zige, who was originally upright, certainly wouldn't do such troublesome things as taking off his pants and farting.

(End of this chapter)