The city lord's name was Murong Hua, and he was still from Murong's lineage. He dropped the fruit plate next to him and scattered it on the ground.

"Pick it up!" Murong Hua sneered!

"Murong Hua!" Mu Waner couldn't bear it anymore and said through gritted teeth.

On the other side, at the Heavenly King's Hall, a person was running towards the main hall at a very fast speed.

There were two people sitting in the main hall, both of whom could not see their faces clearly due to the darkness of the main hall.

"Report to the Young God!"

"Three million refugees have returned from Chuzhou. How should we deal with them?"

"At this time, it's easy to sneak in a spy!"

"The whole Qitian Dayu will suffer by then."

"do you understand?"

"But in fact, the identity has been checked. Except for the people in Qingtai Palace who are practitioners, most of them are ordinary people."

"You are too sensitive to ignore the entire Heavenly King's Palace just for the sake of these three million people!"

"I'd rather kill the wrong person!"

"But Young Master, they are the subjects of the Heavenly King's Palace, and this goes against the Heavenly King's last wish!"

"And there are too many of them!"

"One general's success will make a thousand bones wither!"

"Even the King of Heaven dares not say that he has never killed an innocent person!"

"Is there any difference between one and three million?"

"In order to win the final victory, some sacrifices are necessary!"
Chapter completed!