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On the prisoner car, the girl closed her eyes and was cold.

"Sister!" Ye Jingjing stubbornly looked at Qingge.

She opened her eyes suddenly, "Get out of here." ”

"Let's go."

Although Yin Liangsha was reluctant, she was helpless, she hugged Ye Jingjing, who was hanging on the prisoner car like an octopus, and hugged the horse, Ye Jingjing struggled to go to Qingge, Qingge just stood there, looking at her lightly, and Ye Jingjing's movements suddenly stopped.

For a long time, she lowered her head, obedient, soft.

The elite guards of the criminal law library dragged the prisoner cart away, and Ye Jingjing sat on horseback, staring at the prisoner cart that was gradually moving away with resentment.

With pink hands, tugging at her sleeves, Ye Jingjing's eyes widened, and she was stubborn and refused to cry.

East Palace, Prince's Mansion.

Beihuang, who was dressed in a delicate robe, opened the closed sandalwood door, looked at the people outside the house, Beihuang smiled faintly, and said in surprise: "Brother Seventh Emperor, how can you have time to come to this East Palace?" ”

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

"The night is light and the song is beheaded at noon, how can you still have the leisure to play with the flowers and plants?" Bei Linghai glanced at the potted plants on the table, frowned, and said.

Beihuang chuckled lightly and said, "What does the beheading of the night light song have to do with the leisure and elegance of the palace?" ”

Beilinghai was stunned for a moment, speechless, and couldn't answer.

"Aren't you worried?" Beiling Hai asked.

"Worried about what? Worried about whom? Worried about your father? Beihuang walked to the table, picked up the scissors, and methodically cut the weeds of the potted plant.

Beiling Hai's already frowning brows were even more difficult to open like a dead knot, "Father? Why worry about your father? Ye Qingge was tortured, you have some friendship with her, she ......"

"Brother Huang, you have talked a little too much today."

Beihuang cut off a piece of weeds, raised his eyes suddenly, and looked towards Beilinghai, interrupting Beilinghai's words.

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

"I've prepared a carriage to go to the outskirts of Yong'an City, will you go?" Beilinghai asked.

Beihuang raised his forehead, "I can't see the bloody scene in this palace, you can go." ”

Beiling Sea: "......"

Helpless, with a wry smile, Bei Linghai turned to leave, and when he walked to the door, Beihuang suddenly shouted to stop him, "Brother Huang." ”

Beilinghai paused, looked back at Beilinghai, puzzled.

"Whatever happens today, you just have to be yourself." Beihuang said some inexplicable words, and heard Beiling Haiyun in the fog, "There is no right or wrong in earthly things, only the strong and the weak, the strong who can live, what they say and do, is right." ”

Bei Linghai wanted to say something, but Bei Huang said: "It's windy, remember to close the door when you leave." ”

Beilinghai: "......" that he would come to Beihuang was really a wrong decision.

The sound of closing the door sounded repeatedly, and Beihuang's eyes were filled with a deep and gloomy color, and he lifted the potted plant with one hand, and cut off the residual leaves with the scissors in the other.

The scissors clicked, the sunlight poured in through the window lattice, and Beihuang's eyebrows and eyes looked bewitching and breathtaking among the branches and leaves of the potted plant.

Those amber star-like eyes are like the sharpest and sharpest sword in the world, and when they are unsheathed, they are insightful, as if nothing can hide from him.

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

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

A guard opened the prisoner car, rudely dragged the girl on the car down, dragged it to the platform, the sound of the chain rubbing on the ground sounded, the guard wanted Qingge to kneel, Qingge's legs were straight, his eyes were cold, and he would never kneel!

Seeing this, the guard kicked on the back knee of Qingge, and Qingge stumbled forward, still not bending his knees.

The guard was angry, and wanted to force Qingge to kneel, a piano sound suddenly sounded, and the guard holding a machete next to Qingge suddenly exploded to death, bleeding from the seven orifices, and the sound of the piano turned into a sound blade, like a sharp sword breaking through the guard's body, but in an instant, he died.

"Who wants her to kneel?"

The woman's cold voice was mixed with the intention of killing, and it came coldly.

Qingge raised his eyes and looked into the distance, on the peaks, the woman sat cross-legged, Fu Xiqin was placed on her knees, a pair of slender hands were covered with hideous wounds, and the strings were decisively killed when they were plucked!

The Northern Moon Emperor glared angrily at the night of the city, but his purpose this time was only one of Ye Qingge, so he endured it, kneeling or not kneeling was harmless, at most he couldn't hang his face, the result he wanted was that Ye Qingge died and died quietly like her father.

As for the process, it doesn't matter.

"Let one more executioner pass, standing still." The Northern Moon Emperor said to the dark guard behind him.

The secret guard went down to order, and an executioner went up to the guillotine with a beheading knife and walked to Qingge's side.

The onlookers were stunned, this was the first time in the history of the four-star continent that they had gone to the guillotine, not kneeling, but standing.

Even if she has a severed head, she has to stand, that is her backbone and dignity.

What about women?

Who would dare to say that she is inferior to a man?

Qingge stood on the guillotine, his ink-colored clothes stained with blood, and his white hair seemed to be dyed with blood, like a red plum blooming alone in the face of frost and snow when thousands of miles of ice were frozen.

She just stood like that, without saying a word, looking around.

She saw the aventurine cod and his two guards, and saw Mu Yingying following behind Mu Qi, Mo Xuewu sitting on the green grass, reclining, drunk with spirits, Tu Lieyun and Asuka and others riding on the flamingo horse, awe-inspiring, Ye Wuxian looked tired, and Ye Yu stood beside him.

His heart was beating suddenly, and his eyes were shining, trying to find the old man with gray hair and now dying.

Can't find ......

Nowhere can I find it.

She was not afraid of anything, she was afraid that this old man who loved her very much would be sad and sad.

Her eyes jumped suddenly, and she stared at the light song, and saw the corner of the gray robe behind a plane tree, and at a glance, she knew that it was the night sky.

She knows, she knows everything.

Ye Qingtian wants to come to see her, but how can she be willing to see her granddaughter's head in a different place?

That's a cruel thing.

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

"You have to believe that your granddaughter, unlike your son, will not willingly die at the hands of others." Xiao Cangdao.

When Ye Qingtian heard this, he smiled bitterly, "She is different from Feng'er, but Xiao Cang, do you know what it's like to watch the person you care about the most be tied to the guillotine?" I've been dead for a long time, and I don't want to lose another granddaughter. ”

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

In the old man's drooping eyes, there was a solemn killing, and the god of killing, who had been silent for many years, finally woke up.

Xiao Cang was speechless.

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