All eyes avoided Bei Mingheng and Sheng Yan, who were tied up high but held their heads high and stood proudly, as if they were not being burned by fire but being crowned today. They fell on the two of them.
On a crowd of people dressed in white.
Surrounding the two people in the center, there is a circle of people wearing white clothes. They are the masters of the execution hall who are responsible for the imperial decree. They are dressed in noble white clothes from Tsinghua University. Under the low clouds, they are not so sacred.
No one can look at it.
And in the center of this group of people, closest to Bei Mingheng and Sheng Yan, stood an old man with white hair. The old man was also dressed in white. From a distance, he looked like a pile of snow. He almost looked like a pile of snow.
I don’t know my facial features clearly.
However, he wore a small crown on his head, which was the symbol of the patriarch of the Holy Clan.
Today, Huo Burning Bei Mingheng and Sheng Yan came to take charge personally.
The skylight became darker and darker, and the hours passed by minute by minute.
"The time has come." In this silence, with no one speaking, a cold voice suddenly broke the silence and resounded in the air.
There was a slight commotion in the crowd.
In this slight commotion, the leader of the Holy Clan, who had kept his eyes closed, slowly opened his eyes. His dazzling eyes seemed to be sharp and cold with the ability to see through people's hearts.
Slowly taking a step forward, the patriarch of the Holy Clan glanced at the countless onlookers in front of him and said coldly: "Today, our clan is going to hold a public trial for daring to flout the rules of the Saint Clan and the royal family, abducting my saint daughter and running away, treating me like the laws of Pluto and nothing.
Bei Mingheng and Shengyan from Cholera My Star Law.
I won’t say anything unnecessary here. Today, Bei Mingheng and Shengyan will give a thorough explanation to our family and the royal family, and to everyone in the world.”
The cold voice fell, and the Saint Clan leader waved his hand coldly without even looking at Bei Mingheng and Sheng Yan beside him.
"Light the fire." Immediately, someone from the execution hall shouted loudly.
Along with the sound of ignition, there was no firewood or oil stone. Under Bei Mingheng and Sheng Yan, the air trembled slightly, and two fiery red glazed fires came out of the air and wrapped around the