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Wang Meng was worried: "What about the people in the river? People in distress are being rushed over."

"Master, I will help you."

The little kingfisher stood on the shell of a ten-thousand-year-old turtle, fluttered its small wings, and floated downstream from the upper reaches.

"I'll go, what a big bastard."

Wang Meng stared at the turtle shell that was the size of a light boat, and couldn't help but swear.

Su Qingluo was overjoyed: "Yin'er, you came at a good time. You and Haifeng and Xiaoyu are here to save people. Brother Meng and I will go to the village on the other side of the river."

"Okay, leave the matter of saving lives to me, you can go at ease."

The little kingfisher fluttered its small wings cheerfully and sang crisply, directing the old turtle to swim to the river bank to catch the strong wind and rain.

For the first time, the two royal guards stood on the shell for a while, and the rare experience in life is still fresh in their memories, and they will be unforgettable for a lifetime.

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There was a little kingfisher in the Weishui River to save people. Su Qingluo breathed a sigh of relief and used his spiritual power to stabilize the raft. Wang Meng supported the tree pole and paddled the water vigorously. The two braved the wind and rain to drift to the village on the other side of the river.

The villagers on both sides of the river have experienced the surge of river water during the rainy season all the year round, and they had expected to evacuate in time.

On the contrary, the villages that are far away from the river bank have not suffered from floods for many years, and most of them don't care much.

Before the flood came, the imperial guards of the Royal Court obeyed the orders of the two female officials and mobilized door to door to evacuate.

Even so, very few people evacuated, and some people were even indifferent, gossip behind their backs, and laughed at the two female officials for their unfounded worries.

The extent of the flood was beyond expectations. The upper reaches of the Weishui River broke its embankment, and the raging flood flooded both sides of the river almost instantly, destroying low-rise houses.

The endless torrential flood, rolling mud, rushes along the mountain forest path to the low-lying villages.

The villagers had no time to evacuate, the raging flood had already submerged the house, only the red spire was exposed.

The villagers who were stranded at home climbed up to the eaves, and braved the wind and rain, weeping bitterly, screaming that every day should not be answered in the storm, and the land was not working, and they fell into despair little by little.

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Su Qingluo and Wang Meng searched for people from house to house following the sound of crying. Whenever someone fell into the water, they immediately rescued them. After a while, the raft was full of people.

The raft can only carry ten people at a time, and the two have no choice but to send those who fell into the water to a nearby forest, let them climb the cliff to seek refuge, and return to the village again and again to save people.

Stuck on the roof The desperate villagers saw the raft floating in the rain, and they were so grateful that some people knelt on the spot and thanked the savior.

Naturally, Su Qingluo and Wang Meng would not be bowed down by the villagers, so they reassured and sent the person to the nearest mountain forest, not daring to delay for a moment, and went back to save the person again.

The two went back and forth again and again, and they couldn't remember exactly how many people they saved.

All I knew was that the sky was getting dark gradually, the lightning flashed and the thunder rumbled, and the heavy rain showed no signs of stopping.

"Brother Meng, you don't need to paddle, I will control the raft."

Wang Meng was born with supernatural power, so he was exhausted from rowing from morning to evening.

Knowing that he was exhausted, Su Qingluo took the tree pole, stretched it into the water, mobilized the spiritual power in his dantian to control the tree pole, paddled the water regularly, and the raft moved forward at an extremely fast speed.

Wang Meng was extremely exhausted, his arms were so sore, he let go of the tree pole and immediately lay down on the raft, too tired to get up.

Dear, this chapter is over, I wish you a happy reading! ^0^