"Ascension!"

"Mighty ......"

A plaque 'Mirror hangs high', the officials on both sides look at each other, the killing rod is dark red as blood, and after the county lord is high in front of the public case, the master next to him wants to record it, showing the spirit of slaughter.

"Who's drumming?"

"Caomin, the king of the country of Pitolula, on behalf of the 30,000 tribes of the Blue Star, please uphold justice!" The king of the country of Pitolula, who was already waiting in the public court, threw himself on the ground and cried to the county lord directly above.

"Prisoners, tongues!"

"Ding, bell, click......"

With his feet shackled and his head raised in his hand, he walked to the court under the constant tugging of the officials next to him, and then stood beside the king.

"Get on your knees!"

The official next to him was stunned, and Fang Yan glanced back contemptuously, and then looked at the county magistrate directly above again, and raised his hands that were bound by shackles, "What is the crime?" ”

"Get on your knees!"

The official next to him pushed for a moment, Fang Yan tilted his head, looked at the official who was focusing on his body, and said again, "I am innocent, why do I kneel!" ”

"Kneel down and kneel!" The official next to him shouted, and kicked directly on the crook of Fang Yan's leg, and Fang Yan's figure shook, but he did not fall.

"I don't kneel to the sky, I don't kneel to the ground, I only kneel to my parents, what virtue do you have to make me kneel!" Fang Yan held his breath and roared, strangely, he didn't even think of any resistance.

"Despise the court, hit the twenty boards first!" The county lord above roared angrily, and as a token fell, the killing rod fell firmly on Fang Yan's body.

"Bang, smack!"

The stick was to the meat, and the dialect let out a cold snort from time to time, looking at the official sitting above with cold eyes, his eyes were full of disdain, even if his body had shaken, but his legs did not shake at all.

"Bang!"

The whole person fell to the ground directly under the force of his back, Fang Yan's face turned red, he glanced at the grieving king next to him, bit his lip, and didn't scream.

"Tongues, are you guilty?"

As the last killing rod was withdrawn from Fang Yan's body, the official asked Fang Yan this sentence, Fang Yan looked at it coldly, then smiled, licked the blood that came out of the bite of his lip, and gritted his teeth and replied,

"I, what a crime!"

"You slaughtered 30,000 people on my planet, you dare to shout that you are not guilty, you ......" The king next to him pointed to the casual dialect, his face turned purple with anger, but he couldn't say the next words, so he had to kowtow to the county lord constantly, crying, "Your Excellency has to make decisions for us, for our 30,000 unjust souls!" ”

"My lord, this is a serious crime...... "The county magistrate next to him couldn't bear to attach to the ear of the county order.

Raising his hand, the county magistrate signaled that he already knew, then looked at the two people below, and asked, "Can there be witnesses to testify?" ”

"More than 30,000 unjust souls outside can be testified, my lord, please call the shots for the grass people!" The king complained, looking at the dialect's eyes full of resentment, hatred, and viciousness......

"Smack! Tongues, the evidence of the crime is conclusive, and you still don't plead guilty? The county magistrate slapped the stunned wood, staring at the dialect with angry eyes.

"What sin I confess, what sin I have." Fang Yan looked up and replied, then struggled to get up from the ground, and glanced at the king next to him with contempt, "He, weakness is the original sin, and what sin do I have." ”

"Adult ......"

"Smack!" Shocking wood collided with the public case again.

"Silence!" The county lord shouted at the two of them, and next to him remembered a mighty sound, in a trance, what Fang Yan saw was not the tiger-eyed servants, and the county lord above the public case also changed, becoming a demon and a ghost.

"Tongues, do you know, sin upon sin?" The county magistrate asked.

"If you want to add sin, there is no excuse!" Fang Yan sneered, then turned his head to look around, looking outside the county office, "Where are the more than 30,000 unjust souls he said?" ”

Fang Yan pointed to the outside of the county government and said, then turned around and looked at the county master, and said with a sarcastic smile, "I'm not wrong, why do you want to be tried, I'm not guilty, why do you have to wear this shackle, who are you, what virtue do you have, how can you come to judge me!" ”

"My lord, please call the shots for the grass people......" The king next to him trembled and crawled to the front of the public case, crying again.

"I, you can call me fate, you can call me God, you can also call me 'heaven', I have the right to judge you!" The county magistrate replied, then looked at Fang Yan and shook his head, reached out and took out a token, "Obsessed, come here, press down the eighteen-story dungeon, and ask for a kill at noon tomorrow!" ”

"O heavens, kill this demon, kill this but......cher," the king next to him cried madly, cried, and said madly.

"I'm not convinced!"

Fang Yan shouted, but under the drag of the officials next to him, after a token fell to the ground, and after a clear 'click' sound, it pressed into the bottomless eighteen-story dungeon.

No one, dead silence, silent, crying and resentment seemed to be entwined in the ears, death and hatred seemed to be condensed in front of him, Fang Yan looked at all this, felt the unknown pain, and slowly, sweat oozed from the door of his head.

"Come on, I'm not guilty, I'm not wrong!"

He yelled frantically, but to no avail, he didn't know why he had such a big reaction to the dead loneliness he was now, and he slowly shrank to a corner.

"Give me back my life......"

"You butcher, you deserve to fall into the eighteenth layer of hell......"

"I'll be waiting for you in hell, as long as you come down, hee-hee, a lot of fun!"

"Uncle, why did you kill Nikon, did Nikon do something wrong?"

Beside his ears, in front of his eyes, scene after scene kept flashing, Fang Yan was afraid, he shrank his body, shrunk to death, his eyes were full of vigilance, "Don't come here, I can kill you once, I can kill you a second time!" ”

"Uncle, are you still going to kill Nikon? Nikon is so cute, do you still want to kill it? ”

"You come to kill, you have the ability to kill, we are in hell, come to kill, you don't have that armor, you don't have that thing that can spray white mist, can you still kill?"

"Ahh......h

"Get out!" Fang Yan yelled, then stood up, constantly waving his hands and feet out of thin air, "Get out of here, get out of here!" ”

As if afraid, Fang Yan's ears fell silent slightly, and he looked at everything around him, and then shrank into the corner again, shrunk back, and hid his chin in the crook of his arm.

"Dialect, do you know it's wrong?"

A voice, as if it sounded in Fang Yan's mind, he raised his head slightly, and it seemed that the scene just now appeared in front of him, the mocking soul, and the crazy self.

"I don't know, don't ask, get out! Don't ask me! Fang Yan stood up and yelled, as if he felt his mind clear again, and then slowly sat down against the wall.

For a long, long time, until he was chained by the servants, until he was taken to the execution ground, and he was brought to the execution ground with the grimaces and ridicule of ghosts all the way, and he stood, and then he was bent down again.

A big knife is on one side, the official master is on one side, countless unjust souls around him are cursing, and the officials are standing around, the sun is strong on the top, but the wind is quiet like a pool of stagnant water......

"Tongues, are you guilty?" The official asked,

"I ......"

"It's noon, execution!"

A little bit of wine, a cold wind......

……

"I ...... I...... I ......"

Fang Yan, who was constantly struggling on the bed, straightened up, kept screaming something in his mouth, but he was indistinct, he kept backing back, retreating to the corner, and then shrunk himself into a ball.

"I don't know, Ramones, I don't know, I don't know......"

"Tongues, tongues?"

Locho, who woke up, ran to Dialect's side, and then kept shouting, but Dialect just screamed in a panic, "I don't know, I don't know......"

"Tongues, wake up!" Luo Qiao kept shouting, constantly patting Fang Yan's face with his hand, and Fang Yan, who was shrinking back, seemed to find something to rely on, and slowly squeezed himself into Luo Qiao's arms, cold sweat continued to break out on his forehead.

"Wake up!"

As if he was shocked by something, and as if he pulled Fang Yan out at the moment when the big knife was cut down, Fang Yan's eyes opened instantly, and then stared at Luo Qiao in a daze, godless, sluggish, and muttered in his mouth, "I don't know, I don't know......"

"You know, you know, tongues, wake up, you understand." Luo Qiao kept rubbing his forehead and whispered.

The voice in his mouth slowly quieted down, his wide eyes began to slowly close again, his trembling body began to calm down, and his breath returned to calm, like a child, falling asleep again after a nightmare.

"Whew......" Locho exhaled slowly, then gently moved the dialect's body and moved him to the bed.

She actually understands everything, and she also knows what dialects are doing now, but she doesn't say it, and she doesn't mention it, because she knows that what dialects need is actually a warmth, a kind of blandness, and no loneliness.

Wiping his forehead, Locho breathed a sigh of relief and slowly put the dialect down.

"Lojo, am I really wrong?" Fang Yan opened his eyes and asked, looking at Luo Qiao in the faint light, his eyes were extraordinarily bright,

After a pause in the movement of his hand, Luo Qiao smiled, then slowly lowered the head of the dialect, sat cross-legged to the side, and asked something that seemed unrelated, "What are you afraid of?" ”

"I don't know......" Fang Yan shook his head and smiled bitterly.

"You know, you've always known that." Luo Qiao asked, gently stroking Fang Yan's forehead with his hand, unusually gentle.

"Yes, that might be, be lonely......" Fang Yan thought, thinking for a long, long time, "I'm afraid you're gone, I'm afraid you'll be gone, I'm afraid you'll be gone in the future......"

"I'm still here, we're all still here, dialects, we're not going to go away." Luo Qiao looked at Fang Yan's eyes and said, then untied the bandage on his hand, pulled Fang Yan's hand up again, pointed to a shallow red mark on it and said, "You see, you have it, I have it too, in fact, we have always been there." ”

After carefully looking at the two red seals, Fang Yan lay quietly like this, then turned his head to look at Luo Qiao, and said softly, "I was wrong, I was too extreme, I was just afraid, just afraid, Luo Qiao, do you know, I'm so afraid, I'm afraid that this is all a dream, a dream that will never wake up, I'm afraid of the future......"

A little crying, like a child, Luo Qiao picked up the dialect and whispered, "Don't be afraid, don't think about these things, just let it pass......

After a long time, Fang Yan sniffed, leaned on Luo Qiao's arm, blinked vigorously a few times, and said, "I'm fine." ”

"What are you going to do next?" Locho asked.

"I want to go farming, I want to rest, I'm tired, Locho." Fang Yan said, leaving Locho's arms, looking at Locho and saying.

"It's fine." Luo Qiao smiled, as bright and warm as before, which made people extra comfortable.

"By the way, why didn't you persuade me before, you should know what I've been doing, and you also know my mental state." Fang Yan asked, waiting for Locho's reply.

"Like Li Jie?" Lojo laughed, then shook his head and continued, "My gut tells me that it doesn't work, men and women don't think the same way, and besides, it's your inner demon, I believe you. ”

"Thank you!" Fang Yan was silent for a moment and looked at Luo Qiao to reply, and then wandered with a relaxed smile, as if he saw the official who was glaring angrily in his dream, the official who called himself 'fate', 'God', and 'heaven', and then shook his head and smiled.

"Okay, okay, I'll go over first, it's not good for a woman to stay up late." Locho said with a snort, then got up and stood up, stretched and walked to the bed, which looked unusually beautiful in the haze,

"Let's go, don't sleep here, you're 29."

The dialect that was still in his thoughts asked a sentence in a daze, a sentence that he didn't know why he would say it, but then, he felt a breath of death, and a sharp eye, of course, a word,

"Get out!"