I originally wanted to have an unprecedentedly lively Dragon Boat Festival, but I didn't expect that today, April 27th, everything would be over, facing the executioner's butcher's knife, Murong Bao couldn't help but ask himself: Would you really rather be an emperor who was beheaded than an ordinary person?

The funny thing is that those spectators around may be those who crowded inside the south gate yesterday and shouted long live, and today they are crowded here to cheer others to the ground, the world is impermanent, people's hearts are fickle, fate should be like this, what can I say!

The dragon slaying knife was delivered, and the executioner raised the knife and pointed to the sky, and the knife ring jingled, like a soul chasing bell, which grabbed people's hearts.

The executioner was knowledgeable, and involuntarily exclaimed: "What a good knife!" Indeed, fifty years later, this dragon slaying knife still glowed coldly in the sun, and where the blade passed, the air became gloomy, and the entire people present couldn't help but shudder.

Murong Bao turned around and glanced up at the sky, the blue sky was like a wash, there was no trace of clouds, it was a good day to return to the sky; He glanced around at the crowds of spectators, and regarded them as funeral mourners; Finally, he glanced at Ling Gao's audience, there were more than 100 heads, although he couldn't see it from this angle, but how tall should it be one person when they were piled together, right?

There was his mother, his queen, his concubine, his sons and daughters, his brothers and sisters, his nephews and nieces...... It's over, I'm really useless, let the Duan Yuanfei who looked down on him say yes, sure enough, he didn't have the face to see his father, maybe that was waiting on Huangquan Road at the moment, watching his jokes.

Murong Bao looked up to the sky and shouted, "Oh my God! I respect the heavens and love the people, and I do my best, so why treat me like this! If you want to take pity on me as the true son of the dragon, you will condemn Longcheng, three years of drought and three years of flooding! With that, he glanced contemptuously at the crowd of onlookers and laughed wildly,

"Haha, hahaha......" Lan Khan and the onlookers all heard Murong Bao's crazy curse before he died.

Lan Han's face turned pale, and he scolded Lan Mu: "What's the matter, Yu Chong was already barking just now, how can he still make Murong Bao call out again?" What are you going to do! Lan Mu's face was red and white, he was in charge of the execution, and he was speechless when he made such a mistake, and he all eight generations of Murong Bao's ancestors in his heart.

The hearts of all the people present also sank, and a trace of bad feeling swelled up. Lan Mu was furious, rushed behind Murong Bao in a few steps, and kicked at his knee, Murong Bao stumbled and fell to the ground.

Lan Mu stepped on his face with one foot, rolled hard, and shouted at the executioner beside him, "Shut him up." The executioner immediately took off the stinky socks and stuffed them into Murong Bao's mouth, and Murong Bao was immediately turned over by the stinky stomach, his eyes wide open, in vain

"Woo" struggled. Only then did Lan Mu raise his foot and let the executioner pick up Murong Bao, throw him in the middle of the platform, and stab him in the neck.

As the first executioner of Dragon City, identify the position of the knife, let the blade flow unimpeded between the bones, and cut off the head with a knife, which is his professional signature, but Murong Bao's curse just now also affected his mind, this knife went down, and it lost its level, not in the bone crack, but in the bone, blood spurted out, but the head was not broken, Murong Bao did not die at once, panting in pain, blood spurted out of the neck, and blood kept bleeding out of the mouth and nostrils.

The executioner shook his head hatefully, stepped on him, drew his dragon-slaying knife, and slashed the second one.

The hand raised the knife and fell, the head and neck were separated, and a cavity of blood gushed out, but unfortunately the blood had flowed a lot, and the blood that spurted out was neither high nor straight, and everyone made a regretful voice, they were still counting on how the blood fountain that came out of the emperor's neck was different, but it took two knives to cut it off, and the blood fountain that spurted out was not beautiful at all, which was disappointing.

The executioner also regretted his mistakes, and he could have messed up all the opportunities to make a name for himself, and in anger, he kicked Murong Bao's head into the air with a volley, and the emperor's head turned 720 degrees in the air gorgeously, rolling into the large number of heads under the stage, and his eyes were still open, as if he was not dead.