Song Cheng had no choice but to confront the troops with troops and use earth to block water, instantly creating many duplicates of himself to hold off the assault before he could shrink his Jingu Bang and escape.
Madam Tong, padding her buttocks with a pillow, then said with a giggly smile, "Now, I too will have a child."
Song Cheng thought for a moment and said nothing; if he was to have children with Madam Tong, now might be their last chance, so he gently acknowledged and then they both went to sleep.
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The next day...
Clear.
The bright sun shone, ordinarily a day the young lords and ladies went out to enjoy the spring.
But today, there was panic at the gate of the north city.
Rapid horse hooves like death knells brought a bloodied man from afar back home.
By the time they reached the city gate, he could no longer hold on and tumbled off his horse, stained with yellow mud and crushed grass.
