Chapter 295: How about covering the sky with one hand for her?

And the baby's appearance was too miserable.
His body was covered with tooth marks, as if he had been fished out of blood, and in some places even the bones were exposed, and the original appearance was almost invisible!
He was crying, the cry was extremely miserable!
Nan Baoyi was hairy.
She didn't have time to think about who left the baby here. She picked up the baby and dashed along the bluestone steps towards the foot of the mountain.
The foot of the mountain is empty.
No hundreds of people gathered here, some people came to see Nan Baoyi was burned to death, and some people wanted to ask Zhennan Temple to spare her life.
The monks of Zhennan Temple, headed by the old host, looked up at the Buddhist temple.
The temple where they lived for hundreds of years was actually burnt...
They hugged the hurriedly packaged belongings and cried with their senior brothers, as if they were extremely sad.
Nan Yan and Xia Minghui looked at each other and smiled knowingly.
They set the fire.
The purpose is to let everyone see that Nan Baoyi is indeed the "Xie Chong" in the nursery rhyme.
"Look, someone has come out on the mountain path again!"
Suddenly, people pointed at the mountain crossing and shouted.
Nan Yan and Xia Minghui looked away.
The young girl in the year of cardamom wears a white and generous light gauze skirt with a blood baby in her arms.
It is Nan Baoyi.
Although they appeared in front of the people holding blood babies as they calculated, but...
The blood stained her skirt.
Her three thousand green silks turned into snow white somehow, her lips were bright red, and her eyes were blood red like a moon, making her skin sickly pale.
Like, evildoer!
Tens of thousands of people looked at her in a daze.
The monks at Zhennan Temple looked at her blankly.
Cheng Taishou and the local officials, who came here on behalf of the government, also looked at her blankly.
Pavilion on the hillside.
Gu Chongshan sat indifferently, with a row of drinks beside him.
He quietly looked at the little girl, with a playful chuckle on his lips.
Nan Baoyi couldn't notice the strangeness of everyone.
She was anxious, holding the baby and shouting loudly: "Doctor! Who is the doctor! He is still alive, this child can be saved!"
As she ran into the crowd, all the people backed away in fear.
"Xie Chong girl, living in Jincheng, wearing precious clothes; Xie Chong girl, drinking blood, and eating infants; Xie Chong girl, natural disaster, a thousand miles..."
"She killed that child, she wants to eat that child!"
Excitement!
Fear of the unknown defeated sympathy, and the people picked up the stone and smashed it at her fiercely!
Nan Baoyi looked around in panic, everyone's expressions were full of fear, as if she was a scourge!
How did that happen?
She hugged the baby tightly and screamed: "Cheng Taishou--!"
It doesn't matter if she is regarded as Xie Chong, but this baby is not Xie Chong, right?
Although I was bitten and seriously injured, I still breathe...
Cheng Hao is also the parent official of Shu County anyway, so he should save this child!
Cheng Haoduan sat on the armchair.
It's not his son. What does he care about the baby?
Holding a copy of "The Analects" in his hand, he said loudly: "Xie Chong is bad for the world and caused a drought in Shu County. Today, the official is the master and handed her over to the old host of Zhennan Temple, burned with real fire, and prayed to God for rain. Come here, take her down!"
The officials rushed forward immediately.
Nan Baoyi was holding the baby and wanted to escape, but was caught by the Yamen.
The baby rolled to the ground, and the servants stepped on a few feet in the chaos, and there was no crying at all!
Cheng Hao took a sip of tea and said casually: "A while ago, Fang's family brought Tai'er to Zhennan Temple to pray for blessings. Now that there is a fire in Zhennan Temple, have they escaped?"
Huang pushed Nan Yan.
Nan Yan lowered his eyelashes, expecting Fang's unconsciousness, and he was probably burned to death by the fire.
So she replied: "Return to the master, Yan'er and Miss Xia live in the same room, and Aunt Fang doesn't know about it. However, Aunt Fang and the little son are very valuable, and there must have been a monk to tell them to escape. At this hour, It should be on the way back to Jinguan City in a carriage."
Cheng Hao nodded with satisfaction, "Tae'er is the youngest son of the official, and he is old enough. I'm going to get lucky! I want to come, Taier will replace Dejin in the future, take care of her and be filial to me."
Standing behind him, Huang rolled his eyes.
She stared into the distance, and the baby fell to the ground, bloody.
It's just the full moon, first bitten by a dog, and then stepped on so many feet, I am afraid that he is dead!
Don't even think about what Chenghuan wants to compete with her Erlang for the family property!
Nan Baoyi was brought up on the high platform.
The platform was full of firewood, and even a lot of kerosene, as if ready to burn her to death.
There was endless spitting around.
They all yelled and burned her to death.
She knelt and sat on the high platform alone, staring blankly at the group of blood babies on the ground.
Fire, baby...
It turns out that all this was designed by Nan Yan and Xia Minghui.
She thought nursery rhymes were their limit, but she didn't expect them to be so cruel to deal with such a small baby...
Are you really afraid of retribution?
The mountain breeze was blowing her long hair.
She twisted a strand, her hair was white.
Nan Rouge went under the platform.
She raised her head and said gently: "My sister's appearance is really beyond my expectation. I don't know who you have offended to become like this? It just so happens that I have a palm mirror here. You can see for yourself."
She threw the palm mirror on the high platform.
Nan Baoyi picked it up.
The girl in the palm of the mirror showed a sickly pale skin, and the blue silk became snow, like a demon.
She blinked her white eyelashes.
No wonder the people all over the city regard it as a monster. She looked like a monster when she saw it...
"Burn her to death!"
"Burn her to death!"
The shouting and killing was overwhelming and deafening.
The old host said in a deep voice: "Ignite!"
"Who dares!"
Jiu Chi Mo Dao, from the wind!
It croaked into the soil, just blocking the monk holding the torch.
Xiao Yi came on the horse!
The large scarlet cloak flew violently.
The brutal breath of the whole body shocked all the people!
He drew out the Mo knife, and the horizontal knife immediately under the high platform.
A pair of Danfeng eyes are scarlet and scary. He coldly glanced at the sentient beings, and said every word: "Whoever dares to hurt her, hurt Benhou first! If Benhou does not die today, the 100,000 army in the future will punish your nine races!"
The spy who was arranged by Xia Minghui among the people immediately said loudly: "In broad daylight, Lord Hou protects the evil Chong daughter, does he want to cover the sky with one hand?! Evil Chong and the world, she is not enough to die--"
The word "Xi" has not yet fallen, and the Jiu Chi Mo knife penetrated his head directly!
It's like opening a watermelon, the brains are splashed on others!
The people screamed in horror and avoided.
Xiao Yi grinned, "What about covering the sky with one hand for her?"
For a while, everyone was silent, and no one dared to curse at all.
Nan Baoyi stared at Xiao Yi.
She knew that he would come.
She curled her eyebrows, "Second Brother..."
"Don't be afraid."
Xiao Yi did not look back.
Nan Jiaojiao didn't allow him to intervene in this matter, so he didn't hurry up and walked slowly to the Buddhist temple. Unexpectedly, Shiyan suddenly found him and said something important.
Therefore, they came quickly.
The old host was expressionless, and pointed to Xiao Yi: "Guard Xie Chong, you can't be an official, take him down!"
The eighteen monks with the highest martial arts skills in Zhennan Temple immediately set up an array of eighteen arhats.
Xiao Yi pulled out the Jiu Chi Mo knife and arrogantly carried it on his shoulders.
He licked the corner of his mouth wickedly, and provocatively hooked his fingers at the so-called eighteen arhat monks, "Go together."
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