The sun was very strong, and the sunlight became more and more dazzling. The outer street of Yongan City was crowded with people.
On the guillotine, heavy chains pressed Qing Ge's body down. She stood proudly, and next to her was the executioner holding a blood-stained machete. The executioner's face was expressionless, and his anger was scattered. He had been used to the scene of beheading for many years, but he couldn't help it.
He also developed this Yama aura.
Qin Kui sat on the Guiyun chair, and Mo Qiong stood behind the chair, hammering his shoulders. She raised her eyes and looked at the girl on the guillotine, with a touch of sarcasm at the corner of her mouth.
During the clan competition, Qingge was rude to her and didn't give her any face. She couldn't swallow this tone.
She wanted to see how arrogant she could be when she was dying and about to lose her head.
Next to it, on the dragon chair, the man's eyes were gloomy, his hands on his lap were twisted together, playing with the jade ring.
With the supreme Second Sword Spiritual Master Qin Kui here, Qingge's death seemed to have become a foregone conclusion. The only thing missing was the beheading.
Among thousands of people, a man in red robes was lying on the grass carelessly. There were so many people around him. He found a quiet place, drank heavily, and waved his long sleeves in the wind. Suddenly, he stood up.
He smashed the wine gourd in his hand to the ground, and walked towards the guillotine with a look of evil anger on his face.
One of the guards wanted to stop him, so he quickly took action and clasped the guard's neck with his skeletal hands. With a little force of his fingers, the guard's neck was broken.
The moment Mo Xie threw the bodyguard's body to the ground and jumped onto the guillotine, the man sitting on the dragon chair, Long Yan, was furious. He stood up and shouted: "Mo Xie, don't be too presumptuous!"
Mo Xie curled his lips and smiled, as charming as a flower. He glanced at Beiyue Emperor coldly and said: "If the emperor wants my life, Mo Xie, just take it."
After saying that, the man's red robe was like fire, and he strode towards Qingge.
The guards on the guillotine retreated one after another when they saw the man approaching with bare hands, and no one dared to move rashly.
Beiyue Huang gritted his teeth and was furious, but he couldn't get angry anymore. He killed Ye Qingge, which was enough to chill the Ye family. If he still attacked Mo Xie when Ye Qingge was about to die, I'm afraid it would be a disaster given Mo Yuntian's temper.
, things will go haywire again.
He was afraid of another trouble, so he sent someone to the Criminal Law Library overnight last night to deliver a secret order to mutilate Ye Qingge's limbs.
Now it seems that the Criminal Law Library has not followed him, but he has no other thoughts now, he just wants Ye Qingge's life.
Even he himself doesn't know why. Is he really the master of great achievements?
who knows……
Maybe it was because she was that man's daughter, maybe he was often haunted by nightmares when he dreamed back at midnight, dreaming that the fierce and loyal man had changed beyond recognition and climbed up from the cliff to seek his life.
He had felt guilty, otherwise he would not have given her the title of Princess Anguo when he saw Qing Ge at the dinner party.
But that kind of guilt is based on the premise that Ye Qingge is just a waste.
When the former waste left the shallow water and transformed into a dragon and phoenix, all the guilt was twisted into a ferocious murderous intention——
"Your Majesty Beiyue, as an emperor, you are really a coward." Qin Kui snorted and said sarcastically.
Beiyue Emperor's face turned dark, and he smiled stiffly and said: "As the Beiyue Emperor, I sit on this dragon chair. Every word and deed is about the affairs of the world, and every move is for the sake of the country, the country, and the country."
, naturally cannot be compared with Elder Qin."
Qin Kui sneered, turned his head and stopped talking.
Bei Yue Huang pursed his lips tightly, and gently squeezed the finger ring with his hand with more strength, and the spiritual energy surrounded his fingertips.
This room is the guillotine.
Under the gaze of thousands of people, Mo Xie walked up to Qing Ge. He was tall and his thick red robe was still stained with the filth of the bloody battle last night. The traces of blood were particularly obvious in his black hair tied up with a white jade crown.
Qingge's limbs were chained by iron chains, shackles of purgatory. The heavy iron chains pressed her hands into purple. Her face was as cold as frost, and her eyes were calm as she looked at her.
The two were speechless for a long time. Mo Xie was like a defeated warrior. He sighed helplessly, raised his hand, took off the vegetable leaves entangled in Qingge's hair, and then hooked Qingge's hair to
Behind the ears, rub the fingertips and wipe away the blood on the side of the face.
"I'll take you home, okay..." Mo Xie murmured softly, his eyes filled with pain.
Qing Ge pursed her lips and looked at Mo Xie complicatedly.
Seeing this, Mo Xie chuckled, took out a silver wine bottle and a Qianyu wine glass from the space bag, poured a full cup, Mo Xie fed it to Qingge, Qingge raised his head slightly, drank, and a smile spread from the corner of his mouth.
There is a line of wine, and the scarlet blood is smudged under the wine.
"This is my newly brewed wine, called Broken Heart."
Broken heart...
Heartbroken people are at the end of the world.
The strong drink entered the throat, like fireworks igniting Qing Ge's body, and the internal organs seemed to be burning. If not, how could it be possible to have a broken heart?
He laughed softly and said, "I want more."
"good."
Mo Xie wanted to feed Qing Ge, but the sound of the iron chain clanking sounded, but he saw Qing Ge snatch the silver wine in his hand, the spout of the spout fell to his lips, and the water line bent into an arc in the air, flowing.
into the mouth of Qingge.
Such strong wine was like lava that had been hidden under a volcano for thousands of years. Qing Ge felt that every part of her body was screaming in pain, but she did not stop until she drank the wine in one breath.
Drink it empty.
The girl on the guillotine drinks heart-broken wine alone, both good and evil, bright and enchanting, the blue sun is shining down from the sky, half of the country stretches behind her, the world is just like this, the cave of heaven and earth, who can compete with her?
The world has never seen a person who can be so energetic when walking to the guillotine. Drinking strong wine and embarking on the road to hell. Even though she has been waiting for a long time, she is like a general, unparalleled, and extraordinary. Her posture in one glance
, just like the ancient god of war who has a long-cherished wish and a special path and is blessed with glory.
Mo Xie's eyes were filled with pain. He grabbed the wine bottle, but it was empty. He looked at the drunken girl with a crimson face and blurred eyes, and suddenly smashed the wine bottle on the ground.
"The wine is good, strong enough!" Qingge smiled.
"Ye Qingge..."
Mo Xie stepped forward, grabbed Qing Ge's shoulders with both hands, closed his ears, and exhaled slightly hot breath, "You'd better not die. If you die, I will let everyone bury you with you."
He has always been uninhibited in Tsinghua University and yearns for the days of wine, meat and girls. He has never been wary and can live a carefree life in troubled times. But if his girl dies, men who did not go to the battlefield in the past will pick up that weapon.
The sword that has been in the dust for many years has been cutting through thorns and thorns all the way, with a lonely heart and courage. On this bloody road of death and no life, it will never return until it is drunk.
kill.
Massacre the city.
Destroy the country.
Just for a moment.
But he wanted to use this country to pay homage to the soul of the deceased, and let everyone in the world bury her with her.
Everyone in the world says that a person who is deeply affectionate and dedicated is often cruel and ruthless, just because all the feelings in his life have been given to one person, and the rest are just a joke.