"Take Jingjing away."

On the prison car, the girl closed her eyes and was covered in coldness.

"Sister!" Ye Jingjing looked at Qingge stubbornly.

Qingge suddenly opened his eyes and said, "Leave here."

"Let's go."

Although Yin Liangsha was reluctant to leave, she was helpless. She hugged Ye Jingjing, who was hanging on the prison car like an octopus, and Ye Jingjing struggled to go to Qingge, and Qingge was just standing there, faintly

Looking at her, Ye Jingjing's movements suddenly stopped.

After a long time, she lowered her head, behaved and soft.

The elite guards of the Criminal Law Library dragged the prison van away. Ye Jingjing sat on the horse's back and stared at the prison van gradually moving away with resentment.

With his pink hands, he grabbed his sleeves, Ye Jingjing opened her eyes wide, and was so stubborn that she refused to even cry.

*

Eastern Palace, Prince's Mansion.

Beihuang, wearing a beautiful long gown, opened the closed sandalwood door. Looking at the people outside the house, Beihuang smiled faintly and said in surprise: "Brother Seventh Emperor, why are you free to come to this East Palace?"

Beilinghai walked into the house, the sun was in the middle of the sky, and the sky was clear, but the air was very depressed and dull.

"Ye Qingge beheaded at noon, why do you still have the leisure to play with flowers and plants?" Beilinghai looked at the potted plants on the table, frowned, and said.

Beihuang chuckled and said, "What does Ye Qingge's beheading have to do with the leisure and leisure of our palace?"

Beilinghai was stunned for a moment, speechless, and could not answer.

"Aren't you worried?" Beilinghai asked.

"What are you worried about? Who are you worried about? Are you worried about your father?" Beihuang walked to the table, picked up the scissors, and cut off the weeds in the pot in an orderly manner.

Beilinghai's already frowning brows were as hard as dead, "Father? Why should you worry about your father? Ye Qingge was tortured. How much friendship do you have with her? She..."

"Brother, you're talking a little too much today."

Beihuang cut off a weed, suddenly raised her eyes, looked at Beilinghai, and interrupted Beilinghai's words.

Beilinghai was stunned. The man in front of him was gentle and elegant, but the murderous aura in his eyes silenced him.

"I have prepared a carriage to go to the outskirts of Yong'an City. Are you going?" Beilinghai asked.

Beihuang held his forehead, "I can't stand the bloody scene, go."

Beilinghai: "…"

Helplessly, he smiled bitterly, Beilinghai turned around and left. When he walked to the door, Beihuang suddenly called him, "Brother."

Beilinghai stopped and looked back at Beilinghai, puzzled.

"No matter what happens today, you just need to be yourself." Beihuang said some inexplicable words, and heard what was in the fog of Beiling Sea, "There is no right or wrong in the world, only strong and weak can survive

The strong man, what he said and did, was right."

Beilinghai wanted to say something, but Beihuang said: "The wind is strong, remember to close the door when leaving."

Beilinghai: "..." It was indeed a wrong decision that he would come to find Beihuang.

The sound of closing the door sounded heavily, and a deep and quiet look appeared in Beihuang's eyes. He raised the potted plant with one hand and cut off the remaining leaves with the scissors in the other hand.

The scissors clattered, and the sunlight sprinkled in from the window lattice. Beihuang's eyebrows and eyes looked blurry and charming among the branches and leaves of the potted plants.

Those amber-like star-like pupils are like the sharpest sword in the world. When they are unsheathed, they can see people's hearts, as if nothing can be hidden from him.

*

West of the city, the suburbs of Yong'an.

The dark red color on the guillotine seemed to be rendered by blood, and many people gathered around.

A guard opened the prison car, rudely pulled the girl in the car down and dragged it to the platform. The sound of iron chains rubbing on the ground sounded. The guard wanted Qingge to kneel down. Qingge's legs were straight, his eyes were cold, and his eyes were cold.

Don’t kneel down if you die!

Seeing this, the guard kicked Qingge's back knee, and Qingge staggered forward, but his knees were still not bent.

The guard was angry and wanted to force Qingge to kneel down. A piano sound suddenly sounded. The guard holding a machete next to Qingge suddenly exploded and died. The seven orifices were bleeding. The sound of the piano falling from the plate turned into a sound.

The blade attacked, and it was like a sharp sword breaking through the body of the guard, but in an instant, it died.

"Who wants her to kneel?"

The woman's cold voice mixed with the intention of killing came in a cold way.

Qingge raised his eyes and looked into the distance. Above the peaks, the woman sat cross-legged, Fuxi's zither was placed on her knees, her slender hands were covered with hideous wounds, and she decisively killed her when the strings were plucked!

The Northern Yue Emperor glared at Ye Qingcheng, but his purpose this time was only Ye Qingge, so he endured it. Kneeling or not kneeling is harmless, at most he couldn't bear the face. The result he wanted was Ye Qingge's death and her

My father died quietly like that.

As for the process, it doesn't matter.

"Let another executioner come over and stand." Emperor Beiyue told the secret guard behind him.

The secret guard went down to give orders, and an executioner took the beheaded knife and walked to Qingge's side.

The onlookers were shocked. This was the first time in the history of the four-star continent. They went to the guillotine, not kneeling, but standing.

Even if you have a broken head, you have to stand, that is her backbone and dignity.

So what about a woman?

Who dares to say that she is inferior to a man?

Qingge stood on the guillotine, his ink-colored clothes were stained with blood, and his white hair seemed to be stained with blood, just like the red plum blossoms blooming alone against frost and snow when they were frozen for thousands of miles.

She stood like that, without saying a word, and looked around.

She saw Dongling Cod and his two guards, and saw Mu Yingying following Mu Qi. Mo Xie was sitting on the green grass, lying on the green grass, drinking strong wine and drunken life, Tu Lieyun and Asuka, etc.

The man rode on the fire horse with awesome momentum. Ye Wuhen looked tired, and Ye Yu stood beside him.

My heart suddenly beat, and Qingge's eyes looked four times, wanting to find the old man who was white-haired and now drooping.

Not found...

Can't find anywhere.

She was not afraid of anything, just because she was afraid that the old man who loved her was very sad.

Her eyes suddenly jumped, and she stared at Qingge. She saw a corner of the gray robe behind a sycamore tree. With just one glance, she knew that it was Ye Qingtian.

She knew, she knew everything.

Ye Qingtian wanted to see her, but how could he bear to see her granddaughter's body and head?

What a cruel thing that is.

Under the sycamore tree, a figure appeared behind the old man, and that person was Xiao Cang.

"You have to believe in your granddaughter. She is different from your son and will not die willingly in the hands of others." Xiao Cang said.

Ye Qingtian smiled bitterly when he heard this, "She is different from Feng'er, but Xiao Cang, do you know the feeling of watching the person he cares most tied to the guillotine? I have already died of Feng'er,

I don't want to lose another granddaughter."

"If Qingge dies, there is no need for this Northern Moon Empire to exist."

In the old man's eyes, there was a solemn and murderous god who had been silent for many years, finally woke up.
Chapter completed!