Chapter 625: Besieged City (5)

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Song Yuan’s words are like a huge stone, squatting in the chest of every citizen, and evoke their inner confession.
Yes, when Song Yuan had just arrived in Pingcheng, Pingcheng was still full of traces of the Yaozu, and anyone at any time and anywhere would be attacked by the Yaozu.
After the arrival of Song Yuan, the turmoil in Pingcheng was quickly cleared, and the people living in the deep waters were pulled out from the abyss. From that moment on, Song Yuan became the hero of Pingcheng and became the Pingcheng. The savior in the eyes of the people.
No one will doubt what Song Yuan has done, and they are grateful to the emergence of Song Yuan.
however……
They did not know that they were just tools used by Song Yuan.
The Yaozu never left, and the death never disappeared in Pingcheng. It was only used by Song Yuan to cover up the past with clever tricks, which made people mistakenly believe that the disaster has gone.
But I don't know how many relatives they personally sent into despair.
The people were overwhelmed by the words of Song Yuan. If Song Yuan is the initiator of everything, then... How can they get rid of the title of accomplice?
The crowd fell into silence at this moment, and people fell into great anger and remorse.
Song Yuan looked at everything in front of him, and the smile on his lips slowly evoked.
"Why are you so considerate, those who have died, but they have dedicated themselves to the stability of Pingcheng, and you should thank them for their dedication." Bloody killings have become a dedication to God in the mouth of Song Yuan.
The monsoon smokes coldly and looks at all this, only feels sick.
"So, in order to please the Yaozu, for your so-called superficial work, you are so arbitrarily maiming your own people?" The monsoon smoke could not help but open his mouth.
Song Yuan slightly frowned and looked at the monsoon smoke, and the aversion that appeared at the bottom of his eyes was almost unmasked.
The eyes of the people, along with the monsoon smoke, concentrated on her body.
The monsoon smoke slowly lifted its feet and walked toward Song Yuan. The crowd automatically gave way to the monsoon smoke.
The monsoon smoke went to the face of Song Yuan and looked at this guy who was once regarded as a hero by many people. At this moment, he only felt ridiculous.
"Deception is not your excuse. Why don't you ask them, ask the deceased who were sent to the demon hands, are they willing, in this way, in exchange for the "stable" of Pingcheng?" Monsoon smoke slightly raised, Sharp eyes looked straight to Song Yuan.
"You regard this Pingcheng as a farm for the demon food, but you still want the people here, thank you for being a virtue. I have never seen it... you are such a brazen person."
Farm!
The sharp words of the monsoon smoke pierced the hearts of many people, and they also said the feeling that they could not interpret.
They are like a group of lambs to be slaughtered. They are forced to look at their eyes and think that they are alive and comfortable, but they don't know. They can become gamuts at any time.
Song Yuan’s face changed slightly. Looking at the aggressive monsoon smoke, the eyes flashed a bit of hatred.
If it is not because of the monsoon smoke, how can the truth of Pingcheng rise to the surface?
It’s all because of her!
"Monsoon smoke! If it is not because of you, there will be no one knows at all, they can still live without worry, it is you ... broke their dreams." Song Yuan bite his teeth.
The monsoon smoked coldly.
"A beautiful dream? It is a nightmare."