The middle-aged man under the tent replied loudly: "If you die, you will die, and the usurpation edict cannot be written...!"

"Huh...?" Zhang Xiyue was taken aback when she heard this.

You must know that Fang Xiaoru is a world-famous bachelor, a talented and talented eight fighters, known as Xiao Hanyu, and everyone knows the name of virtue! How did you become a criminal?

"Bastard!" The middle-aged man on the tent changed color and asked sharply, "Aren't you afraid of the Nine Clans?"

Fang Xiaoru sneered twice and said: "The ambition of the chaotic ministers, thieves, wolves, and wolves, even if you punish the ten clans, I will not help you!"

The middle-aged man nodded and shouted, "Bet one!" The sergeant below dragged a young man to the tent.

The middle-aged man asked, "Who are you?"

The young man replied, "I am my husband's nephew."

"Persuade your uncle," the middle-aged man said coldly, "If your uncle refuses to write the edict for me, I will kill you first...!"

"Rebels and thieves! Do you think I'm going to be scared? The young man scolded angrily: "Zhu Di, I won't let you go, a thief who plots to usurp the throne...!"

"Bastard! Cut it for me! The young man in the python robe on the side shouted loudly.

The sergeant immediately pulled the man aside and pressed him to the ground, and the sword flashed and the head of the big man rolled to the ground, and the onlookers let out a cry of surprise.

Zhu Di looked up at the outside of the execution ground, lowered his head and asked, "Fang Xiaoru, do you agree?"

Fang Xiaoru stubbornly held his head high, and a pair of eyes stared at him fearlessly, "Don't think... Our Fang family has no one to give into! ”

"Okay, you're kind!" Zhu Di said loudly: "If you don't accept it, kill me, and kill him until he obeys... Fang Xiaoru, let me see how kind of you are... Kill! ”

The sergeants in the execution ground were ordered by the emperor to immediately kill and slash, whether they were old people, women or children...

The knife glittered and blood was dripping, one by one like chopping melons and vegetables, and in a moment the red blood soaked the land of the execution ground and merged into a vast ocean, and many women and children in the crowd of onlookers were frightened and cried by this cruel killing...

Every time he killed someone, Zhu Di asked, "Do you write an edict?" ”

Fang Xiaoru's answer is always those two words, "Don't write!" ”

Watching his loved ones beheaded one by one, his eyes filled with angry flames, his teeth biting out blood, and his hands clenched with a clenched clench.

"Let's go!" Zhang Xiyue really couldn't stand this tragic scene, so she pulled Yin Xiaomoss to leave.

But just as she was about to turn around, someone suddenly squeezed forward behind her, she subconsciously turned her head and glanced at it, and found that it was the young man named Zhongyu.

His expression was anxious and angry, panicked and sad, Zhang Xiyue got out of the way in confusion, and in front of him was a sergeant on horseback Zhongyue could only stand side by side with her.

The strange thing is that the two of them were so close that he didn't look at her, his two eyes stared straight into the execution ground, seeing this strange situation, Zhang Xiyue changed her original intention,

More and more people died on the execution ground, and fewer and fewer people were alive, and the corpses that were not seen were gradually piled up into a small mountain.

At this time, the sergeant pulled over a middle-aged man with a polite face, Fang Xiaoru couldn't help but be stunned when he saw it, and said with a sigh: "Third brother, they are... I am the one who implicated you in this calamity! ”

"Second brother, the eldest husband does not live in troubled times, and if he dies, what is the pity?" The middle-aged man smiled and shook his head,

"Why should my brother burst into tears,

Take righteousness and become benevolent here.

After a thousand years of Huabiao stigma,

The soul of the brigade is still at home in the mountain! ”...