57: Chapter 57 Long Live the True God!

A strange smile hung on Qin Xiaogan's face.

Interesting.

Qin Xiaogan's figure flashed suddenly, instantly turning into a sharp gust of wind, and he arrived rapidly in front of the Grand Chancellor.

The Grand Chancellor raised his eyes, looking at Qin Xiaogan with eyes full of terror.

Then, his entire body began to tremble uncontrollably, like a sieve.

Qin Xiaogan slowly squatted down and gently reached out to stroke the Grand Chancellor's incredibly soft fur.

"Be good, you'll be fine if you listen."

Hearing Qin Xiaogan's voice, which sounded like a devil's whisper, his body trembled even more violently.

Qin Xiaogan lowered his head slightly, gazing quietly at the trembling Grand Chancellor before him, and said indifferently.

"Don't move."

Upon hearing this, the Grand Chancellor's breath hitched, as if time had stopped at that very moment.

Afterwards, the Grand Chancellor did his utmost to forcefully control his body, striving to make it stop shaking.

His clear, black-and-white dog eyes stared fixedly at Qin Xiaogan, full of fear, as if trying to deeply engrave Qin Xiaogan's appearance into his mind.

Qin Xiaogan smiled and gently petted the Grand Chancellor's furry dog head.

Then, he roughly lifted him by the scruff of his neck, as if he were carrying an object.

The Grand Chancellor couldn't help but let out a low whimper, the sound seemingly containing a trace of grievance and helplessness.

Immediately after, Qin Xiaogan quickly flew towards the ground with the Grand Chancellor.

Meanwhile.

Standing on the city wall, Wu Yishui suddenly turned her head and said to Feng Tao.

"Go open the city gates."

Feng Tao, who had been standing to the side with a blank and dull expression, after hearing Wu Yishui's words.

A trace of imperceptible light quietly flashed through her originally lifeless grey eyes.

Immediately, Feng Tao hurriedly raised her hand to wipe away the tears on her face, then ran at high speed towards the city gate.

The Marquis of Champions, who was checking his son's injuries, glanced at Feng Tao's retreating figure and asked doubtfully.

"There are a huge number of these refugees; Yang City might not be able to handle them."

After speaking, the Marquis of Champions looked up at the group of refugees: "Besides, Yang City has almost no official forces left now. If they enter, it will cause a huge mess."

A calm smile appeared on Wu Yishui's face: "Yang City is one of the four major economic lifelines of Great Zhou."

"Tell me, if Yang City falls into chaos, who will be anxious?"

The Marquis of Champions' expression changed, and he hurriedly said: "Are you crazy?!"

"Do you intend to make an enemy of the entire Great Zhou?"

"What exactly do you want to do!"

Wu Yishui shook her head gently: "I only know that this is one of the plans of the Four Kings Pavilion."

The Marquis of Champions said in a deep voice: "Yishui, even if Qin Xiaogan has King-level or even Emperor-level strength, going against an empire is a dead end."

"You have no idea what the true foundation of Great Zhou really is."

Wu Yishui suddenly smiled: "It doesn't matter."

Then, she stared intently at Qin Xiaogan in the distance and whispered: "I am willing to offer my heart to Emperor Qin."

As soon as these words were spoken.

The Marquis of Champions' expression instantly became extremely ugly.

He cursed in a low voice: "Lunatics, all of you are lunatics."

Outside the city, Qin Xiaogan, holding the Grand Chancellor in one hand, flew towards the city wall at lightning speed.

Just as he passed by the group of refugees.

The refugees, one by one, showed fanatical expressions and shouted at the top of their lungs at Qin Xiaogan: "True God!! True God!!" The sound was deafening, echoing through the sky.

After hearing these shouts, Qin Xiaogan couldn't help but frown slightly.

Afterwards, he ignored these refugees and accelerated towards the city wall.

"Clang!" With this dull yet loud sound coming from ahead.

The tightly closed gates of Yang City suddenly opened slowly.

The refugees were slightly stunned at first, seemingly unable to believe the scene unfolding before their eyes.

Immediately after, as if waking from a dream, they hurriedly knelt and kowtowed in unison towards Qin Xiaogan in the air.

"Long live the True God!"

"Long live the True God!"

Just as the words fell.

Hundreds of thousands of refugees, like a tidal wave, crazily surged towards the gates of Yang City.

Their surging momentum seemed as if they would trample the gates of Yang City to pieces; everyone's face carried eagerness and longing.

Qin Xiaogan descended slowly from the air like a light feather.

Finally, he stood steadily in front of Wu Yishui.

He immediately threw the big black dog in his hand towards Wu Yishui: "Keep an eye on him for me first."

Seeing this, Wu Yishui hurriedly stretched out her hands and caught the thrown Grand Chancellor in a slightly flustered manner.

Just then.

Her beautiful eyes inadvertently met the big black dog's eyes, which were full of grievance.

In that instant, an inexplicably intense feeling of pain surged in her heart, the pain churning in her heart like a tide.

"Hmm?"

A heavy snort came from Qin Xiaogan's nose.

This snort, like a sharp bolt of lightning, instantly pulled Wu Yishui out of the vortex of pain.

Her heart was still pounding, with a lingering sense of palpitation.

Wu Yishui looked at the big black dog in her arms with trepidation, her eyes full of complex emotions.

This black dog, could it be Big Face?!

At this moment, the Grand Chancellor's ears were drooping powerlessly, like a frosted eggplant.

"Don't look into this silly dog's eyes."

Qin Xiaogan coldly glanced at the Grand Chancellor, then walked towards the Marquis of Champions.