Cheng Qianxun was in a hurry, and hurriedly ran to the judge lying on the bed, and said loudly: "The elixir of life, and the elixir of rejuvenation." Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo。。 ”

"Medicine, yes, medicine..." The judge coughed violently and spoke in fits and starts.

The recorder is also anxious to see when it will be a head if it goes on like this. He usually pretends to take a pen, and when he has time, he prepares more transcripts of changing the soup and not changing the medicine, and then asks those witches to sign it, how can he write so desperately now. also ran to the judge's side and stood on the other side of the bed: "Hurry up and pronounce her a witch, hurry!" ”

"Ahem, she, immortal... Rejuvenation... Ahem... The judge was so old that he rolled his eyes and lay down on his back with a "poof", rolling his eyes and dying!

The accident made the people standing on both sides of the bed star, and then Cheng Qianxun saw the recorder bending down, his ear close to the ear of the judge who had lost his breath, and pretending to pose: "Oh, good, good!" ”

He straightened up and announced vividly, "Your Excellency has found her guilty, and now I will announce it on my behalf." I condemn you in the name of the gods! ”

Cheng Qianxun is really angry and funny, such a trick can be used, it's too funny, right?

"According to the rules of the Church and the King of Bavaria, you will be hanged tomorrow, and then your body will be burned, may the gods forgive you!" ”

Cheng Qianxun looked sideways at the judge who was rolling his eyes on the bed: "He's dead, can you still convict me?" Wait for the next new judge, right? ”

The recorder stared at the beads of his eyes and held back for a long time before he said, "It was announced before he died, you abominable witch cursed the judge to death by witchcraft, and you will be charged with another crime." ”

The monk seemed a little reluctant to use some spells, so he said, "If you don't let her try that bit of stone into gold, you can also have a little more evidence of guilt." ”

"Monk!" The recorder was finally sober, or he had written too much in the past two days, and the pain in his wrist was unbearable, so he walked up to the monk and whispered, "Do you believe her nonsense?" After she was hanged, the castle became the church's. ”

Driven by interests, the monk could only give up the illusory and ethereal alchemy of turning stones into alchemy, expressing his silence.

The recorder went to the side and casually pulled out a piece of parchment from the record and put it on the table: "The witch comes here to sign and draw!" ”

Cheng Qianxun could only walk over, and heard the recorder say: "If you can't write, draw a cross!" ”

"Just like Joan of Arc before she was burned to death?" Cheng Qianxun sneered, she picked up a quill and signed her Chinese name on it. Then put the quill pen on the table: "I can read words, do you know this font?" There will be 1.3 billion or more people using this script in the future! ”

The recorder looked at the three words on the confession, and only after half a sound did he scream: "Sure enough, it's a witch, a heretic's word, a devil's word!" ”

Whatever, it's already a witch anyway. Cheng Qianxun said to the monk: "The property belongs to the church, let me eat more or less before I die." I'm going to add a lunch, I'm going to eat fresh meat, I'm not going to give me brown bread, I'm going to have enough boiled potatoes and butter, and I'm going to have a glass of milk or goat's milk. Are there eggs?,Hard-boiled eggs、Poached eggs casual。。。 ”

Seeing them puff out their eyes at him, Cheng Qianxun said very seriously and sacredly: "If the gods have mercy on my soul, I will go to heaven and tell him at the last moment, you have touched me with the most kind sincerity, and you are worthy of being a benevolent servant of the gods." If I go to Hell and see Satan again, I will ask them not to send witches and demons to curse you. Some food in exchange for a soul, it will be worth it! ”

It is no wonder that people in some areas immediately express their willingness to follow the person who gave the food as soon as they receive it. Now if there was a fragrant steak, she would be willing to sell her soul.

Lunch came, and a plate was full on the ground, and the man at the door said angrily, "Eat, witch, you can eat better than the bishops of the region." ”

Sure enough, it was the food she needed, Cheng Qianxun walked over and picked up the plate, and yelled at the door that had been closed: "I'm the evil witch of the East, and I'm the cardinal of the devil's realm if I say anything." ”

At least there was food, and the women would probably be hungry for days, and as long as they didn't starve to death before they were burned at the stake, they obviously wouldn't be given food.

He sat on the bed with the plate, and after eating a good meal, he threw the plate away, lay down on the bed of the man who had just died, and fell asleep.

In fact, it was very laborious to talk so much, and I slept in the dark until the evening until the door opened again and a large plate of food was placed on the floor.

After eating, I was still a little afraid of tomorrow's execution. I really don't know if Snead is going to save her. Maybe if she can't save it, the quota will be full after she dies, and the rest of the people will be able to qualify. Thinking of that bastard boy Jeffrey, another belly fire, this time he was satisfied.

Forget it, don't think about it! Cheng Qianxun finished the last bite, put the plate aside, wiped his mouth and continued to sleep. I don't know if I will gain weight here, if I eat and sleep like this, sleep and eat again, I will become a pig in a few days. If you can't sleep, you can sleep, otherwise you will scare yourself when you wake up.

When a glass of milk, four boiled potatoes and a small piece of butter were placed on the doorway floor, the day dawned.

Cheng Qianxun picked up the plate, sat on the bed and ate it.

The monk walked in with someone: "Are you ready?" ”

"Well, not yet!" Cheng Qianxun ate slowly: "For the sake of the gods, even if the gods don't want to care, it's also for the sake of the devil, or the face of such a big manor, let me finish the last meal, okay?" ”

The monk rolled his eyes: "Eat as soon as possible, and give you another ten minutes." Then he went out and closed the door.

The potatoes are so big, one is half a catty. couldn't eat it anymore, Cheng Qianxun put the last potato in his pocket. If you can't eat it, you have to take it away, and I'd rather burn it with her in the fire than stay.

The door opened again, and the monk stood in the door with a man. Cheng Qianxun jumped out of bed: "Are you leaving, then let's go!" ”

There were four executioners with short swords behind him, and a monk and recorder in front of him, and it was difficult for him to escape with his own ability.

When he reached the door of the church, another woman was pushed out, and it was the woman who had taken off her clothes and examined the devil's mark on her body. She wore the same coarse cloth robe as the old woman, which looked more like it was used as a shroud. With a mantle, red and swollen eyes, and bare feet, it was evident that he had suffered a great deal of sin.

"Apparently you've got company!" The recorder said something that was self-righteous and humorous.

"Yes! It's so boring to be alone. Cheng Qianxun took out the potatoes in his pocket and handed them to the poor woman, she was still so young, only about seventeen or eighteen years old: "Are you hungry, eat!" ”

The woman hesitated, but took it, and then stuffed it into her mouth without being afraid of choking. Sure enough, I haven't eaten, and I've probably been hungry for several meals.

"Who told you to eat?" A squirm roared and was about to step forward.

Cheng Qianxun became angry, and immediately raised his arm to block it, smiling and learning from the monk's appearance, and said with false hypocrisy: "Oh, my child, both the gods and Satan have allowed her to eat something before she dies." So that when she goes to heaven and stands before the gods to be judged, she will not be so hungry that she will not be able to speak. ”

The executioner glared, and Cheng Qianxun raised his eyebrows: "Don't you believe the words of me, the evil witch of the East who can lead the devil and the angels against each other?" I am still Satan's lover and the devil's spokesman, believe it or not that I will cause the fire of heaven to burn you to death first? It's better to be in awe of the living, whether evil or not, you mortals can't afford to play it. ”

The executioner is obviously also an ignorant religious believer, but in order to save his life, as long as he does not sell his soul, he will forget it. What's more, the potatoes are almost finished, and they have to rush to the execution ground.

As we move forward, there are more and more villagers.

Cheng Qianxun saw one of the village women stretching out her hand into the basket she was carrying on her arm, and immediately said fiercely: "Dare to throw something, believe it or not, I will immediately turn you into a witch and hang you with me?" ”

The village woman trembled with fright and stretched out her hand.

"Bring the basket!" Cheng Qianxun pointed to the basket: "Otherwise, I won't curse you." ”

The village woman was so frightened that she threw down her basket and fled. Cheng Qianxun stopped and looked at the executioner next to him: "Hey, help bring the basket, otherwise I'll get it myself." ”

In order to hurry as soon as possible and calm the matter, the monk said impatiently: "Go, go and get it." ”

The executioner could only go and take it, and after taking it, Cheng Qianxun took a look, and it was a tomato, red and ripe. So he reached out and took two, one of them ate for himself, and the other handed it to the young "witch" beside him: "Eat it." ”

The woman was obviously hungry, and when she took it, she gulped it down. It's a sigh to see her starve like this.

The remaining tomato eaters thought they might be able to eat it when they went back, so they took it with them.

The execution site was set up on a small stone bridge about 10 meters long, and when it reached the center of the bridge, the recorder began to read aloud the various crimes under torture.

Cheng Qianxun gnawed on the tomato, listened while eating, and saw that the woman had finished eating, so he grabbed another one from the basket he was holding and stuffed it to the woman next to him: "Eat, I'm going to die anyway, eat more." ”

The woman cried and ate as she cried, crying like a tearful person. Five hundred years later, she was still an adult, and now she was going to be hanged and burned. There's nothing wrong with her, but she's still going to die. What a world!

There are obviously a lot of crimes, and after eating the tomatoes in my hand, I read it for a while before I finished reading. After the recorder said aloud what the gods forgave their souls, he finally said, "Execution!" ”

"No, no... Poor little girl, even if she struggled, her arms were tied with rope behind her back, and a thick rope was put around her neck.

But Cheng Qianxun was very cooperative and motionless, tying up casually.

"Ah~" There was a terrible scream, and the first young witch was thrown alive from the bridge, while the rope was tightly held in the hands of the three executioners. Then the screams stopped as she was hung in the air, and the sound of the "creaking" rope was heard slightly tightening due to the elasticity.

"It's your turn, Wicked Witch of the East!" After the executioner solved one, he walked towards her with a hideous face. (To be continued.) )