"Why can't you kill it tomorrow?" Wildgrass's brow furrowed again.

Kong Mu Sun Chuanfang flipped through a booklet as thick as Cihai in his hand, and pointed to one of them: "Tomorrow is the birthday of the first lady of your mother's association, the whole world celebrates, and the association will have an amnesty as usual, how can you kill someone?"

"......" Wild grass's right eyelid jumped suddenly, and asked tentatively: "What about the day after tomorrow?"

"Not the day after tomorrow. Sun Chuanfang, who became a beautiful mole, said: "The day after tomorrow, 'everything is not suitable', my understanding is that for such a big thing as justice, you have to pick a good day and remember ...... for the future of Aragon."

Wild grass was worried: "Then you can say, which day is appropriate!"

"I'll check. "The beauty mole pretended to be flipping through the booklet, and the coffee stain on the title page of the book was more than a finger thick.

"Seven days later!" she raised her head and frowned, "Good day!

"Seven days later, then!" the wild grass immediately threw out the arrow.

It was settled.

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Seven days, good enough for the Assassin to plan down to the second.

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Originally, theoretically, seven days, enough, was so.

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Finally, it was the morning of the seventh day.

The whole city was getting tired of waiting.

Since zero o'clock, there have been firecrackers, and eighty percent of them are the monsters that made trouble in the big martial arts field, and the Misato who made trouble later and the dead people who have just finished making trouble have turned into trees, all of which are attributed to a big spider in Misato.

Others were partying in the post-disaster resettlement houses until dawn.

Early in the morning, the most elated were these two people.

The forbidden son has two or five faces, and his little brother has donkey eggs.

The two of them followed the donkey eggs behind their buttocks, and the two of them almost jumped to lead the way to the captain of the Nanda Battalion gendarmerie with the lock, and the matter was so big that it messed up the system, and they didn't care.

It's finally time to be liberated. This is the idea of two or five faces.

He listened to the movements in that cell every day, and he was going crazy.

Ami's voice, which had changed a few times, slipped through the gap between his earbuds.

Erwu was forced to drink too much every day before he dared to come to change shifts.

This kind of day has finally come to an end.

He looked back at his little brother's donkey eggs, and the latter was overjoyed as if he had won the lottery, and Bacheng also thought the same.

"It's finally coming to an end. Erwu took a deep breath and slowly spit it out, and the lock kept being opened by him for a moment.

Push open the door.

The sight in front of him made his eyeballs almost fall out.

The nightmare of the next half month came again.

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Bring on the heavy gar and converge another layer to be brought to Sony.

Erwu watched the escort team leave, his feet were weak, and he almost collapsed on the ground, and the donkey quickly grabbed him.

took out the wine jug in Erwu's arms, and one person poured a big sip.

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Prisoner. Sony, Ami.

The two men were tortured too severely, and several gendarmes dragged them away like dead dogs.

I first went to the Prison God Temple to worship the Prison God,

Tear apart the hair, especially Ami's waist-length bloody huraca's long hair, tie it, smear it with thick hair wax, and insert a big red flower, it's not over yet.

The two of them were pulled up to the lobby again, and went up to the lobby.

Wild grass looked down, and both of them were still there, and they hurriedly let them put death signs, painted red, and waved their hands to send them to execution.

At this moment, his heart was half relieved, because the most problematic process had passed.

Since it is left to the enemy's opening, there is no head to drill into.

Perhaps the concern of the chief of staff is unnecessary.

Perhaps Misato has learned a lesson, and knows that there is no good fruit to eat when working against the association, and from now on the people will live and work in peace and contentment, and Aragonese will sing and dance and enjoy everything as before.

Maybe......

His plans were all expected by others.

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Prisoner wagons are loaded with wooden cages.

The two prisoners were escorted to the execution ground by the field troops of the South Battalion, and the team was led by hooked noses and pimples. The Templar Commander's prowess did not win the cheers of the people along the way, and the limelight was stolen by two prisoners who could not see what they were.

The road is very bumpy, mainly when the monsters are noisy, the bad problem of the mountain monster pacing the floor, which leads to the highway that has been repaired several times with a huge amount of money, and has to be rebuilt.

The bumpy road with a rain of rocks finally woke up the half-dead Sony.

One of his eyelids was swollen, so swollen that he couldn't find it.

The other eye is missing a half-pulled eyelid and the eyeball is protruding outward.

The newly changed prison clothes had been soaked in blood, red and yellow.

His hands and feet were exposed outside his clothes and pants, and he couldn't see a few fingers clearly, swollen like rotten tomatoes.

He tried to identify the place he was in, and when he realized that this was basically the last journey of his life, he finally relaxed completely, even if he didn't feel any part of his body, but he was really relaxed, really was.

Looking at the prison cart dangling in front of it, it seems that there is a woman with long hair inside.

"Ami, yes. Sonny thought to himself: "I didn't expect to die with her, which can be regarded as a good fortune." He began to regret that he hadn't woken up sooner, the sun was shining brightly today, and the winter in Aragon was sunny, dry, and suitable for travel.

"Beheading, beheading, splitting five cars?" he said, "The big crime is a thousand cuts." He muttered, "Anyway, I don't have any feelings in my body, Aragorn's fool, my brain is really not clear enough." ”

"Touch!" the stone hit him in the nose with precision,

"Boom!" the back of his neck was bent ninety degrees, and he was smashed on the prisoner car with his back facing the sky, and the back of his head hit the steel railing with a crisp sound, and the death sign stuck in the back of his neck almost didn't break him.

"Poof!whoa!whoaha!" someone was laughing.

"Laughter," Sony discerns, "direction twelve, distance...... Ami, huh?" Sonny couldn't get up with all his might, so he squirmed to the railing like a maggot, leaning against the railing and straightening up, "You're laughing so ugly!" he sneered, "I'll see Mrs. Misato later, and see how she laughs at you!"

"Hah

"How powerful are you, are you still the queen of the palace!" Sony: "Why didn't you see you kill the mallet and extinguish the wild grass?" Lan Ling'er" He changed his name to Ami, Lan Ling'er, and these three words popped out of his head.

Ami didn't speak, she had mixed tastes, her whole body hurt, and she couldn't transfer her regrets.

That's right, she really listened, Sonny is a man. She couldn't help but despise her cowardice even more.