readx;? As if to prove this, there must be something hanging on these shelves. Pen %Fun %Pavilion www.biquge.info So, two captains of spearmen walked out of the building.

Their biggest feature is that each person wears a round shield. Although it is only inlaid on the left forearm, the shape is not large, but it is very cleanly wiped. Or a little too clean, more like some kind of accessory. And those exaggerated spears may be too long, and the reflected silver light may be too dazzling, making people doubt its actual combat effectiveness.

When the boots fell on the stone slab, there was a sound of iron palms tapping. Combined with the friction of the armor members, these sounds have a certain wonderful rhythm. makes the atmosphere of this noon a little bleak.

The knot is far away from the enemy

However, a person who obviously had walnuts in his mouth and his head completely covered by a black cover made the atmosphere a little strange. Because, apart from the pace of the pikemen, there was also the sound of the man being dragged across the square, and it was too quiet here.

I don't know when, some people quietly flocked here, and they silently appeared from the alley in the door. These silent figures, hidden under robes, are like lonely souls without feet. Even if the lamb rushes to the forage, it will make a little bleating, but at this moment, it is really too quiet.

In this way, thousands of people flocked here, and in a matter of moments, dark gray and pure black covered most of the square.

The process was unusually fast, as if they were all prepared. Then, a handful of red-robed men walked out of the building. Surrounded by them, there were also a dozen armor soldiers armed with large swords. Everything seems very organized, and it should have been rehearsed countless times.

This is a familiar picture in the past and present life. When that person is tied to the shelf, you don't have to guess what's going to happen. A pair of obviously crushed feet were bare and twisted exaggeratedly in a certain direction, and black-brown blood dripped ...... the ground.

Execution or slaughter will not be too elegant in Kyushu. Maybe it will be called differently, and it is nothing more than a canonical punishment and the like. And such ceremonies usually take place at noon in full view of everyone. It is not only a tacit understanding, but also an oath of righteousness and brightness of power, which is inviolable.

In the crowd, the old man who was full of alcohol walked to the front row, his hand tightly clutching another small hand. It was the wrong hand of Tsang Ga. Because it was filthy and smelly, no one would block his way, and he neatly gave way to a wide area.

It stands to reason that a civilian can stand in a fit for observation, but everyone knows that this is not the reason. Not far away, stood the owner of the tavern, Old Peake. When the old man actually lifted the brim of his hat, this is a casual greeting only among friends. And everyone knows that they may have grown up together, but they won't be friends.

As the sun passed directly above the minaret, the large cross shadow fell right in the middle of the shelves. So, a few bells rang in response to the occasion, and in the unusually quiet moment, they sounded smoothly throughout the city.

Next, under a high crown, a custard sheepskin is spread out, which is naturally someone's guilt and verdict.

And every one of the next charges seemed to be sensational, drawing a breath of amazement from the crowd. And when thousands of people inhale at the same time, there is an 'oh' sound.

In stark contrast to this, it was the old man, who seemed to have been meditating on something. That situation is even more unusual in such an occasion.

There is no hatred and no hatred, and the sun ball battle is cold and not the grandson

The voice was so small that it could only be heard by Sanga. That's a lot of invective, including a number of 'nonsense', 'liars', 'all lies'!!

But through the old man's expression, people can only be strict and solemn. It seems to be reciting a scripture, or from some kind of prayer, and it seems very skillful and natural.

And the prisoner who was struggling to breathe, because he was gagged, could hardly do anything. For his guilt, he can only repay the instinctive drooling saliva and the muddy sound of whining.

In Jiqiu, it is rare to give people the opportunity to shout grievances, let alone stage a heroic shout: a big scar in eighteen years. And without such an absurd plot, the whole ceremony lacks countless fun.

The ship does not hate ghosts, and hates the battle of the moon and the moon

Soon, though, the ** part of the ceremony came.

The ship does not hate the ghost and hates the battle of the moon and the moon and the stars, and it rarely gives people the opportunity to cry out for injustice, let alone stage a heroic shout: Eighteen years later, the bowl is a big scar and so on. And without such an absurd plot, the whole ceremony lacks countless fun.

When the black hood was removed, an unusually young face was revealed. It belonged to a man under twenty years of age, who had obviously been carefully tortured. Because the walnut stretched his mouth open, and there was not a single tooth in it. As a result, there were constant drips of bloody saliva, and he became young and hideous.

When another container was placed on his head, the man collapsed. The large pool of liquid poured out from under the tattered robes, a foul and peculiar smell that made the executioner next to him curse in a low voice. In the middle of the crowd, there were several chuckles, obviously from a certain woman.

Xiao Sang couldn't bear it anymore, but her grandfather squeezed her hand hard. That means he wants her, and will definitely tie it up. This is extremely cruel to her at the age of twelve or thirteen.

It is difficult to explain clearly, but it is an extreme fanaticism to seek man's obsession with the pursuit of mechanical civilization. On the prisoner's head was a helmet with a cross handle. A rudimentary but heavy member was stuck in his jaw, resembling Kyushu's large shackles, but noticeably stronger. Because, it is fixed to the shelf at both ends, and there is a strong enough support underneath.

Now, the man was completely unable to move, and could only open his eyes in horror, which should have been endless despair. But wait, there seemed to be something, it was a hint of inquiry, he seemed to be looking for something in the crowd.

According to his indictment, it should have been an equally young woman. And now, the man is sure that he will not come, but he still has the last glimmer of hope.

In the dying moment, he hoped that she would appear, at least to be able to say a fair word. For example, he just wanted to talk to her out of the twilight of his youth, and she didn't refuse. Or, as much as he would love to give his first kiss, he really hasn't done it yet.

After the hatred of the place, after learning Moyue, it is too passable

However, in his guilt, he seduced her and then shamelessly possessed her. This was a blasphemy against the Code of Aspirations, for which he had to accept punishment.

And this punishment included not only his body, but also his mind. Even if he has been castrated, he still has to let his mind do repentance. The steel hoop was the means, with a small winch on top of it that would squeeze downward as it rotated until his skull shattered.

When Ah stayed on some huge ships underground, he was extremely shocked. Those mysterious mechanisms have made him unforgettable for the rest of his life. If he knew that this would be used for execution, would he still be so amazed?