Mu Fan had several high-profile experiences, and when he succeeded in lighting incense, he let the world know that the Sword Sect had produced a young man, a young man with potential and a future.

And let the family know that their sacrifice was not in vain, and that he was worthy of those who lost their lives for him.

It was an honor to be in the spotlight.

Today he felt countless eyes cast on him again, but this time, he felt not glory, but the contempt of everyone.

In the look of contempt, there are some different looks.

Brother Ang's doubts, Xiaogua's nervousness, and Wen Cheng's concern.

"How so?" Brother Ang couldn't figure out why Mu Fan could come out safely after killing the prince and being taken into the Fengyang Palace.

According to normal circumstances, Mu Fan should have been folded to the point of death, and he had long since lost his human appearance, no different from an animal.

But Mu Fan in front of him had blazing eyes, a vigorous tiger, a ruddy complexion, and he didn't look like he had been tortured at all.

This is not logical, and Ang Ge can't figure it out.

Xiaogua didn't know what Brother Ang was thinking, he looked at the executioner on the execution ground, his palms were full of sweat.

The executioner held not a large sword, but a small dagger.

Although he didn't know much, he had heard from the people in the barracks that on the execution ground, a small knife was a hundred times more terrifying than a large knife.

Xiaogua hopes that Mu Fan can get through the difficulties safely, if he can't cross this hurdle, he hopes that Mu Fan can go happily and suffer a little less.

Wen Cheng's body was straight, he looked up at Mu Fan on the torture table, and couldn't help but smile.

Mu Fan couldn't help but smile when he found Wen Cheng's figure.

Time has passed, and it has changed so much that it is even ridiculous.

Wen Cheng led the refugees to rebel and attack the city, but was later exterminated by an army sent by the imperial court.

In order to warn the world, the imperial court deliberately held a grand execution, which felt quite ritualistic.

At that time, Mu Fan was planning to go to the Falling Snow Mountain Range, and ran into the imperial court to execute Wen Peng.

Today is still the execution ground, and there are still two people in the execution ground, he and Wen Cheng. However, the positions of the two people were reversed, last time it was Wen Cheng on the stage and Mu Fan was offstage. This time Mu Fan was on stage, and Wen regretted going offstage.

Mu Fan looked around, and there were already many people gathered under the execution table. Some of these people are the eyes and ears of the major forces, some are the people who rushed to hear the news, and there are Wen Repentant who protected him.

As usual, the people threw things at him, like rotten vegetables, so stinky that they couldn't eat eggs, and so on.

It's impossible for them to throw away the things that are intact, and they have to feed on them.

They are not numb, they just don't have access to the truth.

Zhao Xuan has been operating in the Northwest for many years and has a strong control over the Northwest. He cultivated a large number of mouthpieces in the Northwest, through which he made up all sorts of stories.

The content of the story is ever-changing, but the core thing is the same: Zhao Xuan, the king of Fengyang, is a hero who resists the invasion of other countries.

A lie repeated thousands of times can become a fact, not to mention that King Fengyang has indeed resisted foreign enemies many times.

The story of Zhao Xuan's bravery spread in the streets and alleys, and over time, it united people's hearts and influenced the people.

It's not that the people don't have the ability to distinguish between right and wrong, it's just that they don't have access to the truth.

When Mu Fan killed the prince, he killed the flesh and blood of their hero, King Fengyang. Whatever the reason, he should be the one who is spurned.

Mu Fan had a few rotten vegetable leaves hanging on his head, and his body was stinky.

He felt helpless, but there was nothing to say. It's nothing more than a cutscene, after he finished this scene, he was still an incense lighter, and he was Ye Feng's second disciple.

Mu Fan looked at the angry people in the audience, and suddenly understood a lot of things.

In this world, the people can't change anything. They can be homeless, they can be mobs, they can be bandits, but it is very difficult to change the situation.

He remembered that night, he and Lin Sang'er had blended into the refugees, and the angry refugees had beaten and killed countless thugs who had bullied them.

Mu Fan was thoughtful, and suddenly he laughed, attracting the attention of countless people.

Everyone thought it was strange, they didn't know why Mu Fan was laughing.

This was the execution ground, and he was about to die, but he could laugh out loud for no reason.

Sure enough, the apprentices taught by Ye Feng, who were different, were also different.

The supervisor said in a deep voice: "Bold Yan Qing, he still doesn't know how to repent when he dies!" ”

Mu Fan smiled: "There are some problems that have been bothering me before, and I can't think of a solution. Although I had the heart to change, I couldn't do anything. Today, right here, at this point, I found a solution to the problem. ”

He stood up with difficulty, looked at the prisoner, and said in a calm tone, "You, you can't kill me. ”

"This guy is crazy, isn't he? Isn't it stupid. Someone in the audience said.

"I'm afraid I'm scared stupid, think about it, the execution is about to be executed, who can not be afraid?" Another said.

"Hey, who told him to kill the son of the world, he deserves a thousand cuts!"

There was a boiling sound from under the torture table, but Mu Fan ignored it and turned a deaf ear.

Seeing Mu Fan's calm eyes, the prison officer suddenly trembled in his heart. He didn't know why he was afraid.

Mu Fan's calm eyes contained a strange emotion, which contained a strong self-confidence.

When he was looking at the prisoner, it was like watching a bedbug.

People will be afraid of people, but will they be afraid of bed bugs?

Two Ye Feng stepped into the crowd, one was real and the other was fake.

They both had approving expressions in their eyes, and they looked at each other and smiled.

The prisoner on the execution platform came back to his senses, he was annoyed by his gaffe just now, "Someone, press him to the ground for me, and execute him immediately!" ”

Mu Fan didn't wait for the executioner to do it, he knelt on the ground first.

This contrast between the back and forth falls into the eyes of everyone. Everyone was confused, and they didn't know what was going on.

The executioner wiped the dagger, and before he could start moving the knife, he suddenly heard someone shouting: "The prince has an order to bring Yan Qing back to the Fengyang Palace." ”

The man was holding Zhao Xuan's warrant in his hand, and he showed his warrant from afar and saved Mu Fan's life.

Everyone under the torture platform was stunned again, and they couldn't understand the changes on the stage.

Mu Fan got up with a smile and said to the prison officer, "You can't kill me." ”

The warden seemed to anticipate something, and he suddenly rushed towards Mu Fan with his sword, wanting to kill Mu Fan.

Everything is messed up, and everyone doesn't play according to the routine.

A prisoner is not like a prisoner, and a prisoner is not like a prisoner.

The herald who held Zhao Xuan's warrant saw that the supervisor was doing something to Mu Fan, and hurriedly stopped him.

Before coming, he received an order from King Fengyang to bring Mu Fan back safe and sound.

Once Mu Fan makes any mistakes, the herald will have to exchange his life.

The warden is dead, dead at the hands of his own men.

Mu Fan stood on the execution table with a calm expression, leaving everyone with a dashing back and an unsolvable puzzle.