Another perverted life.

After crossing the bridge, the top of the hill is open to the eye.

"The landlord, the person brought it."

Nalan Zangjian turned around, his high cheekbones, between his eyebrows and eyes, his body was almost the same height as Xiang Meng, wearing a loose robe, and a sword hanging from his waist.

He looked like an elegant scribe, but based on what he had done before in the 17 Shelter, Zhuang Rong didn't dare to think so.

After four years, I saw this man who dared to wave his butcher's knife at Longmen, and smiled at the four of them.

"It's good to come, just right, sit down and take a look, after dealing with the things here, we're dealing with what we had before."

"Take the death row prisoner!" At the sound of an order, eight elite soldiers holding four people in shackles slowly walked into the open field, without hoarse shouts or struggles, they were kicked to their knees by the elite soldiers behind them.

Facing the side of the group.

Qi Xuan turned around, facing Nalan Tibetan Sword and waited for instructions.

Seeing him wave his hand, the hoarse and gentle voice of Qi Qi resounded throughout the open space.

"Execution."

Execute!! Execution in the real sense, Zhuang Rong and his two generations have seen it for the first time, and they have seen a lot of killings, but it is the first time that they have been executed on some charge of a crime in addition to the fighting.

When did the prisoner also have the right to punish others in the name of the law?

From the first one on the left, one of the elite soldiers stepped aside, and the other stepped forward, the cold dagger more than a foot long was unsheathed and laid across the prisoner's neck, and with the other hand, grabbed the hair on the prisoner's top, making the whole neck more prominent.

At this moment, Zhuang Rong's heart trembled, he seemed to feel the helplessness of the prisoner, the whole world seemed to become dark at this moment, gray, his brain stopped thinking, his ears roared, and the whole person only had a prisoner in front of him, an elite pawn.

Why?

Zhuang Rong had countless doubts and countless hysteria in his heart, but in the end, he could only ask three words in his heart, why? He can accept fighting to the death, that is because his skills are not as good as others. It is bearable to be torn apart by monsters, that's instinct, that's a race fight.

But why should one person's life and death be controlled by another person? In the eyes of others, it may be no different from killing, but what Zhuang Rong sees is what comes after killing, the kind of thing that has risen from blood and sharp weapons to another level.

Who can give this right to whom?

When the cold blade cut the prisoner's neck, blood sprayed out, the blade that had been twitched back and forth once, and the prisoner fell to the ground with tears in the corners of his eyes, at that moment, Zhuang Rong felt a little spinning.

After the execution, there were four corpses on the ground, and Nalan Zangjian glanced at Zhuang Rong thoughtfully, but Zhuang Rong didn't notice.

"The three of you just stay here and wait for Xiang Meng, there are a lot of good things left on the top of this mountain, maybe there is something you want to find, Xiang Meng, you come with me."

The words fell, and the group stepped across the bridge and returned to the building, leaving only Zhuang Rong and the three of them standing on the top of the mountain, and the feeling of losing strength returned to their bodies.

"Second Brother Zhuang, what's wrong with you? The face is so ugly. ”

Zhuang Rong shook his head, "It's nothing, Xiang Meng may be getting his wish, Jiang Wu, since Nalan Zangjian said, maybe the inscription you want to find with the rubbing leg method is here, go and take a look." ”

Jiang Wu still couldn't figure it out, things shouldn't have developed like this.

"Why is Nalan Tibetan Sword helping us? And why did you show me his execution? Is it a dismount? ”

In his imagination, he and the others should have killed from the first floor to the 28th floor, went through a lot of hardships, found the Nalan Hidden Sword, or forced to ask, or through other means, so that Xiang Meng could get what he wanted. How did it end up like this?

"The Sorrowful Prison is no longer the original Sorrowful Prison from the moment Nalan Hidden Sword walked in, and I suspect that he was not imprisoned at all because of failure, but that he himself wanted to enter the Prison." Zhuang Rong's face was pale, and his whole body was completely soaked with sweat as if he had been fished out of water.

waved his hand, signaling that he was okay, and let the two of them go their separate ways.

"You can't delve into it, especially since it's a small society where there is no rationality at all, where the law is all by the will of one person, and if you hate it, you just don't do it. If you feel terrible, can't you just not let yourself be the one who was executed? ”

"Got it, dog system, you've finally said something to the point."

"Dog thing, Lao Tzu is afraid that you will be stunned, this old man of T Niang is really a bad taste, and he actually plays this kind of punishment."

Zhuang Rong raised his head and didn't look at the corpse over there, "What he has a plan is very big, I can feel it, if Xiang Meng is really reminded by him, I don't know if it's a good thing or a bad thing." ”

The real characters are all based on their own ideals and work hard for them, good and evil are not mentioned for the time being, but they are definitely not for themselves, just for themselves, the realm is not enough, the horizon is too narrow, even if it is for evil, it is just a small fight. It's this kind of person that's really scary.

Even if they are doing bad things, they can only say extreme things.

Xiang Meng went for a whole day and night, if he hadn't appeared on the top of the mountain the next day, Zhuang Rong would have thought that the old thing Nalan Zangjian had done something to him.

After a brief chat between several people, Jiang Wu had something to do, and the inscriptions on the top of the mountain, everywhere, made him itch unbearably, and he couldn't stop for a moment.

Xiang Meng, who had only come for a lap, went back again, and according to him, it could last for many days.

Jiang Wu was dazzled by the inscription, Xiang Meng was seduced by Lao Nalan, and the most idle people on the top of the entire mountain were Zhuang Rong and Yin Jiu, facing the mountain breeze and sitting on the edge of the stones.

It seems like it's been a long time since I've been so comfortable.

Neither of them spoke, Yin Jiu looked at Zhuang Rong's side face with his spare eyes, feeling that he had changed a lot, when did this change start? It seems that the Unified Sect has just graduated, no, to be exact, it should be that after he came out of the Broken Soul Valley, over the years, he has rarely talked about the things in the Broken Soul Valley.

It seems that after yesterday's execution, some kind of change in Zhuang Rong's body has accelerated a lot.

On a tender grass in front of him, two small shadows flashed, one in front of the other, and stayed on the leaves.

A species that hadn't had time to metamorphose before the cataclysm, a grasshopper, with a gray body and a stature of a few centimeters.

Yin Jiu held his cheeks in his hands, and his eyes fell on the two grasshoppers.

It was a rare and leisurely, a different state of mind, but unexpectedly, when a grasshopper climbed onto another head, the artistic conception changed, Yin Jiu looked at this scene, thinking of the dream he had in Funiu Land before, and there was a man beside him, and his face was hot for no reason.

"You're blushing."

"No way, I didn't, I wasn't!!" Yin Jiu quickly covered his cheeks, which was indeed a little abnormally hot.

"You can feel it when you look at two bugs, you ...... It's low!! ”

……

Old Nalan put the three of them on the top of the mountain, and never came again, fortunately, there are indeed captive animals on the top of the mountain, long-maned pigs, six-legged sheep, wide enough mountain tops, coupled with natural terrain, forming an excellent breeding ground, and the prison did not interfere with the actions of Zhuang Rong and the three people.

When you are thirsty, drink the clear spring water on the top of the mountain, and there will be no shortage of food.

Zhuang Rong was stabilizing his spiritual power and practicing the art of imperial objects, and such days lasted for a month, waiting for Xiang Meng to be ready to go, when he appeared on the top of the mountain, when Zhuang Rong looked at him.

The state of life has changed.

"Because of my business, I've delayed everyone!"

Jiang Wu smiled, "I didn't delay, it's a coincidence, on the day you came out, I just ate the content of that inscription, and the rest is on my own." ”

Xiang Meng: "I didn't say you. ”

Jiang Wu lowered his head, "Oh~"

Yin Jiu straightened the bun around her ear, these days, she has become much more feminine. Some small actions that would not have been there before have also begun to unconsciously become more.

Zhuang Rong's breath has converged a lot, "It takes time to precipitate, it's good here, so you can go now, right?" ”