Chapter 1295: Five Hundred Prisoners
After speaking, he pushed open the iron door and said to them: "Miscellaneous people, hurry up, if you move slowly, you will suffer from the skin!"
He flicked the whip in his hand, making a crisp sound. 『』【Latest Chapter Reading】
The people who were still lifeless slowly stood up, and there was a small sound in the prison, Liang Qiuqiu stood at the door and spoke again: "Little brother, please help me pass a word, your president will definitely be willing to see me." ”
"Get out of here!"
He didn't have time to waste time with her, he was irritable when he heard these words, he pointed at Liang Qiuqiu with the whip in his hand and said: "I don't want to smoke you because you have fine skin and tender skin, don't you don't know each other, don't blame me for being unkind!"
"I—"
"Okay, okay, don't say it. The middle-aged man hurriedly strode forward, grabbed Liang Qiuqiu's arm, and stopped her from speaking.
These black magicians have a violent temper, and if Liang Qiuqiu continues to talk, I'm afraid she will really have to suffer the pain of whipping. This young man is right, why should she suffer so much?
Liang Qiuqiu's thin lips pursed slightly, and he didn't say a word.
The middle-aged man looked at her in shock, and he found that her body was hot!
How many degrees does this burn?
But she is still standing here like no one else, although she looks delicate, but her willpower is stronger than that of many masters!
The other captives all stood up and walked out, forming a small long line. The middle-aged man helped Liang Qiuqiu to stand at the end. He whispered, "Has it burned for so long?"
"It's fine. ”
Compared with his body, Liang Qiuqiu was more worried that he would not be able to see the president at all.
She couldn't help but ask, "Their president...... Will you go to the altar?"
"I think so. The middle-aged man muttered: "This execution is quite heavy, in fact, it is like a provocation by several major magician guilds. Most of the captives are from the orthodox Wizards' Guild, hey, it's just that there are so many people, and if there is no one to help you spread the word, even if he comes, he won't be able to see you. ”
The middle-aged man didn't think that this woman would have anything to do with the president of the New Demon Guild. And his words made Liang Qiuqiu also fall into deep thought.
Yes, there are so many people, the president may not be able to see himself.
If the president doesn't see it, there's a good chance she'll be beheaded along with the other captives.
These black mages are more than one in sight, they are not willing to speak for a small captive, and if they can't find a solution, she is afraid that she will really have to take her life in vain.
It's just that the current situation no longer allows her to think deeply, everyone is in custody and walks up, until she walks out of the prison, Liang Qiuqiu realizes that there are really so many prisoners!
It seems that a lot of people in the prison are gathered together, as the middle-aged man said, at least more than a hundred!
But how many of them?
There are also many people who come out one after another, and soon become crowded.
Each prison was led by a black magician, and everyone followed, keeping their heads down and not daring to say a word.
Despair was written all over everyone's face.
yes, despair.
With each step forward, they came one point closer to death. All the captives were gathered together, Liang Qiuqiu was in the middle of the crowd, she raised her head and looked around, densely packed.
Among these captives, in addition to magicians, there should be many long-term laborers.
Together, there were five hundred.